Living in a small town meant everyone knew each other, everyone attended the same local schools and everyone knew about Niki...

Niki had been terrorising the town since he was a kid, teachers dreaded having him in class, local authorities kept a close eye on him whenever he was out and about and even unassociated local residents were aware of him and cautious.

He had made the local newspaper countless times and people referred to him as the "Devil Child." The first time he made the paper was aged twelve, after pushing a girl into a river after she refused to kiss him. The second time was when he was accused of killing local wildlife for no reason other than sport; still to this day, his innocence is a topic of debate.

He had received endless amounts of cognitive behavioural therapy, but it never proved effective. His outrageous behaviour meant that Niki didn't have any friends, he seemed completely closed off to the idea of letting anyone close. (Not that anyone wanted to get close anyways.)

In his mind, he didn't need friends. He was certain he was superior to most people anyway, and so his main source of daily socialising came from arguing with teachers and picking on fellow students. The older and bigger Niki got, the harder it became to control him; he knew this and was relentless.

You had recently dedicated your psychology assignment to him, unbeknownst to him. Of course you didn't state his name in the paper, but it was undeniably about him and the word spread like wildfire. The paper addressed behavioural issues in young adults, with rather blunt and direct delivery. The word eventually reached Niki's ears and he didn't like being psychoanalyzed like some bizarre case study.

One day as you were headed to lunch, walking down the hall mindlessly, he suddenly popped out of nowhere and grabbed you. One hand clamped your arm, the other harshly gripped the back of your neck, causing you to yelp. He roughly dragged you into the restroom, before proceeding to force your head into the toilet bowl....repeatedly...

All the while, muttering profanities beyond your comprehension through clenched teeth.

"Why don't you write about this next, huh?"