(I'm shaking right now, no lie XD)<br/><br/>Keith was sitting still, seeming not to care about all of Alex's yelling and shouting. It would have bothered him if he let it, but he wasn't going to. It was too late to care about anything Alex had to say to or about him, Marcus had just fucked up big time. Keith pulled the trigger and now the beast was out. He stood before she could throw his belongings, but didn't bother to leave the class. Keith's dark, monstrous gaze locked onto Marcus. His face was unchanged, stone cold with seething eyes. With authority and purpose, he marched up to Marcus.<br/><br/>"Bring it on, You Fucking loser!" Marcus scoffed as he put his fists up, not going to let Keith catch him off guard again. Most of the other students left, but a few stayed behind, brave enough to watch. Keith didn't put his hands up, didn't crack his knuckles, nothing other than continue moving to Marcus. His eyes, if you could even call those globes of piercing loathing eyes, were staring right into Marcus' eyes and a small look of terror crossed his face.<br/><br/>"What the fuck is he?" Marcus thought to himself, but he shook it off. He charged Keith and threw a solid jab into Keith's face. Keith didn't dodge, just took the hit and flew back. He crashed into a desk, but got back up as if nothing had happened and starting approaching Marcus. Keith's hands were now fists, but nothing else had changed. Again, Marcus punched Keith, And again, Keith was sent flying. But once more, Keith got up as if nothing was happening. His nose was bleeding and his lips was split, but he showed no indication that it had even happened. This time, Marcus' fear was evident. "Stay down, you pathetic piece of shit!! I'll Fucking KILL YOU!!!" Marcus charged Keith, but this time, Keith reacted. Keith's movement was so fast it was hard to see him, but the result was obvious. Keith had punched Marcus in the face so hard the jock stopped dead in in his tracks. Marcus back peddled a bit, reeling from the broken nose. Without pause or hesitation, Keith attacked again. His fists slammed into Marcus' chest, and then stomach, and then jaw. His face was unchanged, but his skin was now flushed a deep red. Marcus tried to react, but Keith was brutal and aimed for joints next. Loud, sicking pops came from Marcus' shoulders as Keith's fist impacted so hard that the joints dislocated. But Keith wasn't even close to done. Knees and elbows showered Marcus, breaking his defenses and fracturing his bones. Keith wasn't showing any pity or mercy, he simply had none left for Marcus. When Marcus fell to the ground, Keith picked him back up and then slammed him into the ground. Keith wasn't even breathing heavily, or at all if anyone cared to look. He had been holding his breath most of the fight. Without a word, or even to stop and collect his things, Keith left the class room just as the teacher was walking in. The teacher looked confused as to why Keith was leaving, but that dangerous look in his eyes scared the teacher out of asking. Keith ignored the teacher calling out to him when he realized what had happened, and even ignored the security guard who had been notified about Keith's violence. The security guard was about to pull out a stun gun to stop Keith, but that same look he gave the teacher and Marcus had made the new guard piss himself on the spot. Keith kicked the front doors open, his shoe print indenting the metal. Keith was not there anymore. He walked to his bike, got on it, and rode off without a single look back