Victor scaled the walls effortlessly. He needed to think, and, since it seemed that every bloody person in the whole bloody building felt like they could just waltz into his room; Victor felt it was high time to get away for awhile. Something seared right through his chest. Squeezing his eyes shut, Victor almost lost his footing. A window right above him popped open and a head leaned out, looking across the horizon.
“Who’s there?!” Demanded a man’s voice that Victor did not recognize. How interesting.
Twisting around till he was in a handstand, Victor threw himself, feet first, at the window, latching his legs around the man’s arms, making it so he didn’t crush this new person’s head against the floor before he got information out of him.
Looking down, Victor was pleasantly surprised; this man was better looking than he had expected. “Well hello there, handsome.” Victor winked.
“W-who the hell are you?!” The man struggled, trying to get loose.
“Shush!” Hissed Victor, pressing his hand over the man’s mouth, making sure all the rings on his fingers were by the guy’s lips; Victor didn’t want to get bitten.
The man glared at him and snorted.
Victor looked him up and down, noticing every detail, from the lip piercing to the Tripp pants. He looked like a little emo snot. Brilliant! Victor ran his tongue over his two lip piercings distractedly, a habit of his that he did when he felt perplexed. What to do?
“Listen kid, I’m going to let you go, but I swear, if you scream, or try anything I’ll mess you up.”
Victor slowly loosed his grip on the man and sprang away from him, ready for an attack.