"Throughout our lives, everything we do or don't do is influenced by pain, or a lack there-of."

It was English class. Okay. So what if he was staring at me with those wolf-like eyes of his? I could take it. It's not like he ever did anything, and he'd never do something in front of a teacher, for God's sake, but those damn eyes. They were predatory, and the way they stayed on me, I knew exactly what was on his mind. I admit, I was a little afraid, but so what? He was something to be scared of.

Still, when Mrs. Rhodes said we were going to proofread each other's paper, I was definitely shocked when Eddward looked at me, of all people. But then, normally Marie was in class. Come to think of it, they were always the ones proofreading each other's papers. So I guess he had to choose someone, and with my luck, it had to be me.

I didn't immediately approach him. Sure, I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye, but I wasn't about to approach a predator like him. I knew the rules. He acted, everyone else reacted. I just pretended to temporarily reread my own paper, whilst I studied him.

It's odd to think someone like him could be intimidating. He was a good half a foot taller than me, but his pale complexion, and that gap-toothed smile, most people would think he was just some nobody. But no, once you saw his eyes, it became strikingly clear. You looked into them, and it was like looking into broken glass. Maybe a glacier, even. They were cold, but fit him so well. His entire style seemed to reflect...rebellion, maybe?

He wore a choker around his neck, more like a black ribbon than anything. It matched the thick cloth wristbands he had on either wrist, and his pants. He had some baggier ones, but seemed to prefer tight leather. Occasionally there'd be a chain hanging out of his right pocket, and I was surprised a teacher hadn't said anything about it yet. And he wore boots! Not winter ones, but they had these short heels that clicked when he walked. Funny, cuz no one ever heard him unless he wanted them to.

Last was his jacket and shirt. His t-shirt was this red-orange color, and he wore a black jean jacket, never zipped. He looked damn intimidating, all-up. It's probably why no one ever fucked with him. Hell, if I didn't have so many classes with him, I'd avoid him, but he's smart, and so am I. But he's too damn smart. Like when you see a wolf, and all that intelligence in their eyes, and you know that they know that you have no chance against them. Just like that.

I must have zoned out for a moment, because next thing I knew, I heard the -click- -clack- of his boots against the linoleum. And not a moment later, a paper slid onto my desk, and I felt mine slip quickly out from under my fingers. I didn't look up as he walked away, back to his seat to the right of me, a few desks away. I decided I'd get this over with. Hell, I wasn't sure I had to bother; this was Eddward's paper. This was probably his final draft already.

I let my eyes wander to the elegant cursive on the page before me. The teacher always requested we write our rough drafts on loose-leaf, and I always struggled to keep mine looking legible. His might as well have been font, it was perfect in every way, and I'd only gotten to the title.

Without Pain

The title struck me, and I had to recall the subject, as I'd finished my draft days ago. It was, "Feelings that have strongly influenced you, or have a deep meaning to you," or something. Mine was about Fear...ugh, and Eddward's reading it, I thought immediately. I sighed. There wasn't much I could do though, was there? I just decided to trudge on, though it was more-so a leisurely stride as I perused his writing.

I honestly had no idea what to expect.

When we were all kids, 3 or 4, back when Eddward didn't even have a hat, we all played together. We all knew each other's names. At 5, it all seemed to change. Moving trucks came by, Eddward closed himself off. Nazz and I hung out a lot, occasionally with Eddy and Sarah. We all tried to avoid Jimmy, and Rolf didn't talk to anybody. Johnny did all he could to start crap, but we just tried to ignore him. Ed hung around a lot to keep an eye on us, and them, and even if he was kinda dumb, I guess we were all glad he kept us safe. We pretty much never saw Eddward outside of school.

We all noticed the change though. What we remembered of him, this sweet, smart kid, was gone. Trying to talk to him did nothing but hurt, he used our words against us. It's scary, trying to talk to someone who could tear you apart in mere sentences. Everyone learned not to bother him. Even Johnny and Jimmy. They seemed to respect him. I'm not sure Eddward cared.

With all this in mind, I began to read.

I quickly realized this was no mere essay, it was much more philosophical than anything a high school kid would, or even could, write. I knew the teacher always kept what we wrote to herself, but hell, it was risky for him to write something so profound, with how kids judge. I guessed that's what Marie was for. She never spoke to anyone. Some people even guessed they were dating, but no one was really sure.

So here I was, reading this deep, soul-searching piece of...fiction?, that Eddward likely never planned to allow me to read. Or anyone, for that matter. At that moment, I realized just how frightening a position I was in.

I'd finished, and had found nothing, not a single error to correct. I signed my name on the top of the paper, just to assure the teacher I'd read it, before sparing a glance towards the wolf to my right. His arms were laying on the table eruditely, hands together, eyes closed. I assumed he'd finished, and was...truly afraid to bring his paper back over to him. I bit my lip.

I looked back down at the paper. My eyes unconsciously began to read it again. I suppose I'd never get another chance to see him, laid bare in writing like this, or at all. I almost dared to wonder what all he did, but I wouldn't go that far. His writing itself showed he was aware of everything pain could do. It's frightening, to know how much power he holds, simply from knowing these things. Frightening, and fascinating.

When a paper slid onto my desk, I jumped. I looked up, and caught icy, slate eyes, blinking slowly as the towering predator stared down at me. Thoughts of who he had once been had fled from my mind, only recalling what he'd written, and who he presented himself to me. His eyes pierced me, and I noticed...was it eyeliner? Is that what made his eyes stand out?

I couldn't examine him any longer, as he cleared his throat. The deep threat of his voice shook me, and I immediately slid his paper over to the right. He picked it up, looking at it for a moment. His eyes closed.

"You have your fear, I'll have this. It's not for others to know. Got it, Red?"

Oh yeah, that was his nickname for me. Ugh. It could be worse. Either way, that's besides the point; I nodded fervently. Then I remembered his eyes were closed.

"Y-yeah." My voice stuttered out, soft and weak, and I saw his mouth twitch. Then, he turned on a dime, and walked back to his desk. Silently. I'd fucking love to know how he managed that, it'd be useful to be able to do sometimes. But in heels...how the hell, man? Even Nazz had no clue.

The cogs in my brain finally started to move again, and I realized what he'd said. I should have been scared, actually. He'd pretty much told me that what we'd read, wasn't going to be discussed, ever. Which was good, I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't want anyone knowing about what I wrote. But still, what he wrote...what was with that? Is that why he's so quiet? What sorts of things does he write about? Who is this...this scary, malevolent kid?

I was glad when the bell rang. I could swear he'd had his eyes upon me the entire rest of the class, but when I looked, he was reading a novel. Before I got up to go to my next class, I finally bothered looking down at my paper; it was upside-down. I flipped it over, and...good fucking lord, it was covered! With writing! It's like, I expected marks and shit for punctuation, but there were full sentences on there! I couldn't believe it. I would have to read it next class, figure out what the hell he was on about.

I looked his way once more, and caught his gaze. Analyzing, wise, and frightening; it was almost as though he didn't care if I knew he was watching me. When someone knows you're afraid of them, they can do pretty much anything they want to you.

And now Eddward knew that was how I thought.

Fuck.

Welcome to my Rev!KevEdd. The Rev! concept was inspired by Asphyxion, of course, but that's where I'm going to end it. This story's probably gonna be a deal darker than Dearest Diary, but for good reason. This universe has some things inherently wrong that have broken the personalities of several of our beloved characters. I haven't watched the show in a good many years, but I'll do the best I can to honor their characters whilst twisting them as this universe I've placed them in, has. And I apologize for the fans of the standard things like Pumpkin and the dog tags, but I'm not going to take someone else's ideas and try and force them into my story.

All of the love for my previous story (which is nearing its end) has spurred me on to write this. I truly, truly hope I can do it justice, because Rev!KevEdd is a heart-wrenching, amazing pairing. Wish me luck...and enjoy.