Uggghhh....what happened....
Pat's eyes opened. He saw the interior of the School Hospital around him. He sat up and saw the chain kid sitting in the bed next to him, with a bandaged left arm. The boy turned to him and glared angrily.
Pat said lazily, "Yo."
The boy continued to glare, until he spoke in a hesitant rage, "What the **** were you thinking?"
Pat answered, "Well, I hope you've learned that you never lie down on the ground in a crowded area."
The glare started again, then he said wearily, "It wasn't crowded when I passed out there..."
Pat grinned and said, "You wouldn't last long in prison if you just drop where ever you feel like."
Pat chuckled, but it seemed that this kid was only capable of scowling. The boy said, "This isn't prison, its a school. If it were prison...I'd have killed you."
Pat rummaged in his pocket and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. He held a cigarette above his other hand. He snapped his fingers and a small fireball lit his cigarette.
"Good thing about pyrokinesis, you always got a light on hand," said Pat as he stuck the cigarette in his mouth.
The scowler said, "No need for me to kill you, your doing fine on your own."
Pat turned to him and blew a smoke-ring in his face. He coughed and asked, "Whats your name chain-boy?"
He responded, "Cryhst, not that it really matters..."
Cryhst cringed suddenly, Pat was about to say something, but a chain came from Cryhst's right arm and swiped the cigarette from Pat's mouth. The chain placed the cigarette in the wielder's mouth.
Pat was the one to glare this time, he grabbed another cigarette and lit it. He stood up and said, "See you later 'Cryhst,' I have to go find my dorm."
Pat walked out of the Hospital room. He looked down the long hall, and sighed as he set off towards the boy's dorms. As he strolled aimlessly, thoughts began running through his head.
Well, he didn't seem so bad. He did choke me with those ****ed chains, but then again I set him on fire. Those chains were really weird, I've never seen anything like them, but then again this is a school for mutants anyway.
Pain snapped at Pat's throat, an aftershock of the strangling. Pat clutched his throat and cringed when he was forced to cough. He exhaled some smoke, and he started walking again.
Those chains really were *****es, but its not as bad as what the government used to use on me...
Pat stopped at a room at the end of the hall and murmured, "This is the place." He walked in to his dorm to find some chained clothing folded nicely atop of the left bed. The bed on the left also was made up like a professional hade done it. Above the bed, there was a Tool poster saying "Lateralus."
Pat looked at the other bed, and saw that somebody had put his bags there. He had lost track of them after passing out. Pat walked over to his bed and dumped out his clothes. Mostly T-Shirts and ripped blue jeans, he began haphazardly stuffing his clothes into the drawers on a chest near the bed.
Pat stuck a poster of the movie "The 40 Year Old Virgin" above his bed, hooked up a television and PS2, popped in a DVD of The Blue Collar Comedy Tour, and stretched out on his bed.
After what seemed like hours to Pat, a sound, other than the redneck mumblings of Larry the Cable Guy, enetered his ears. The door was opening. Pat turned over to look at who his roomate would be as it swung open.