Vergil was in the middle of Math when he too saw something that almost made his heart stop.  The teacher was an entertaining fellow, so Vergil was doing everything he could to absorb the information that was being given when the whiteboard started bleeding.  No one seemed to notice but him, a fact that registered quickly with the boy as words started to form in the red liquid which had started to pool on the floor by then.  "IT IS YOUR FAULT"  Closing his eyes hard, Vergil gave it a count of ten before opening his eyes again.  The blood and the hate filled words were gone, but Vergil was still on the verge of going into a full blown panic attack all the same.