"This essays too short." Nathan Small said, handing the paper back to the boy \ with his twelve piercings. Exactly twelve piercings. Three in each eyebrow, four in his lips, one in each ear.
"What do you mean its too short? Its five pages exactly." The boy, Johnathan Blake, exclaimed accusationally.
"Five pages, John, doesnt mean Five pages with supersized font and three inch margins."
"You never said that." The boy glared at him again, a nasty habit only accented by the multicolored bands in his face.
"Yes, I did in fact. I said it several times, thats why everyone else handed in papers that actually met the criteria... where as you did not."
"Whatever man, who needs this stinkin class anyways?" The man walked out in what he must have imagined as his most badass rebel walk, which appeared to Nathan rather similar to how a penguin would move if it had blue jeans on that sagged to its flippers. Shaking his head Nathan returned to the sleek black computer at his desk, on its screen a wall of text, his pride and joy, not to mention fear and anxiety, of the past three years of his life. Still chuckling he began to add to his story.

"Are you sure that its him?"
"Definitly. Nothing else has that aura."
"Good. Go and bring it here,"
"That wasnt part of the deal, Panic. I was promised my payment on finding him."
"Bring it here or youll have to deal with him yourself."
"You wouldnt dare."
"Do you want to bet? Pain! Come here, bring Sorrow and Misery while your at it!"
"No! No! That's quiet unnecessary! I'll go, I'll go!"
Panic smiled coldly at the sound of heavy feet flapping against the rough stone. Sometimes the job was just too easy.
"Yeah Panic? Whadaya want?" The voice cut through the dark like a knife through granit. Grating and squealing in the air.
"Give Baellus some incentive why dont you? He doesnt seem to be moving fast enough."
"With pleasure." Pains voice cut through the air with a wide sharp toothed grin, this was his favorite game.