If someone was to ask me what I am most familiar with, I would answer the sight of complex systems of metal and electricity.

A computer and its programming are much simpler compared to so many idiotic people on this planet. It is a complex series of wires, screens and metals. The original creators gave them instructions from various long sequences of ones and zeros all simplified even more by simple words that I can type onto a screen. Theoretically, I can also instruct them with ones and zeros but I have a life.

Each digit would lead to an effect. If you knew how to manipulate them, then you have the powers of a god in such a small device. It was simple and easy for a guy like me.

People were not like that.

I do and say one thing and I would get something different every time. I am not Carly and her rock bottom social skills, but I can understand her distaste for them. Even worse, despite their unpredictability, people bore me. I had rarely met a person who held my interest for longer than a week. If they were not boring... They were gross

That orphanage was hell for me.

Ironic, as I kept hearing about how everything I did; from when I complained to an adult to simply crying for other kids to leave me alone, would send me to the place of rotten little boys and girls.

Those assholes broke my calculator I programmed to run a simple computer game.

Waste of time, they told me.

Waste of talent on something like me. Study mathematics, be useful.

Those kids would break it.

Why?

I would say for fun.

That’s a life I want to live, where I can enjoy myself regardless of how people think of me.

The screams of people trying to escape that massacre of a party was although scary, the end was pure entertainment. Especially with Loulou’s hands on my hips, a hand that lifted my chin so I could meet his crimson eyes.

“Don’t worry, trust me on this, don’t look down at your feet. I’ll guide you,” he said.

Okay, I have to admit I got kinda flustered by that, its... been a while.

I'm glad everyone’s too busy freaking out and dying.

The music eventually stopped, and I felt the man press his soft lips against my cheek.

Damn it, the tease!

“Thank you for dancing with me Hide,” He said as the last person poisoned dropped dead behind us.

I grinned at him, “Thank you for being a semi-decent dance. Dang rich boys have some fancy footwork.”

His red eyes held a sad softness to them but someone grabbed his collar, pulling him down to their eye level.

Cherly, Cherry boy himself.

His eyes, in contrast, were full of fear, confusion and rage. His body shook, and as I tilted my head, his other siblings were in a corner of the room.

Loukas terrified them.

“Loui… What... Why?,” Cherly grit his teeth, his hand curled into a fist as he raised it.

The guy must have forgotten one little detail, as before he knew it a meaty red tendril caught his wrist and without warning, his larger brother slammed him on the ground, knee on his back arm holding the boy down by the neck.

Holy hell, I sometimes forget how fast and strong he was.

The normally sweet and kind Loukas said, “Don’t worry, I will put you and the others in a safe place... Don’t you ever touch me again?”

Although I am aware, this was all probably… 50% an act, I could not help but feel a shiver down my spine.

I am a freak for this stuff.

This whole situation was a complex series of events. People and things all together to make one ultimate scene.

That black-winged angel tapped me on the shoulder, breaking my gaze away from the mass of dead.

“How long do you think until everyone outside finds out what has happened here,” She asked, resting her head on in her hand.

I turned my head to meet her purple eyes and said, “Let’s make this a game. I bet 5 dollars it’s within a month.”

“I’m not interested.”

She was always a buzz kill…

“Aw, come on.”

“Let’s be honest, we'll be seeing the police at the door any day now.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets and met her gaze. So close our faces were, we were almost touching noses, “We covered up one murder. The new game is trying to cover up all this. How about it? Caaaaarly.”

I intentionally drew out her nickname, it always seemed to annoy her.

I expected her silence that followed and with a stoic gaze she answered, “do honestly want to clean all this?.”

I chuckled at her question, Of course not. That's her problem.

This was scary…

I have always had a fascination with playing with a complex series of mechanisms.

They can usually lead to some beautiful fires.