Mornis was a loner. He went to school at Moon 20 High School. He would be in class of 2112, if he graduated.

        Mornis’s alarm went off at 0600. He looked at the holographic clock, blinking its numbers, and he got out of bed. He showered, dressed in his tight shirt and baggy pants, and zipped up his steel-plate boots, then threw his hair up into a Mohawk with Lexum car grease.

        He walked out the house with Skinny Puppy playing through a small chip in his left ear. Another day at Moon 20 with its generic fucks, he thought. Mornis put on his space helmet and walked outside. His trek along the moon’s surface was bouncy from the low gravity. He was used to the movement and so he fell into his rhythmic style of falling forward and jumping in forward flip corkscrews.

        The black of space was around him at all sides. Light illuminated directly from the sun. Fuckin’ Hell, he thought, approaching the large, domed structure – Moon 20. He stepped through the cycling chambers and removed his helmet, able to breathe the oxygen pumped inside.

        Kids ran through the halls, yelling and pushing each other. Mornis walked a straight path, walking into people if they didn’t move.

        He kept his head down, lost deep in thought on his next drawing. Catching sight of female legs, he slowly looked up, seeing Bezzy in her miniskirt and tight-fit shirt. Her hair hung perfectly at her shoulders with bangs dropping down an inch above her eyebrows. Pure lust hit him as he watched her remove books from her top-row locker.

        Mornis started leaning to the right, to get an upskirt shot, and collided with Les.

        “Get out of my fuckin’ way, Morning,” Les said with a shove.

        Mornis flew against the lockers. Still standing, he was about to charge Les, but Les leaned next to Bezzy.

        “Whatcha doing after class?” he asked.

        Bezzy hummed aloud, rolling her eyes left and right.

        “Maybe some – moon jumpin’,” she said.

        “Oh, totally,” Les said. “Me and the guys just scored some fuckin’ Moon Dust 90.”

        “Oh my God, really?” she asked. “That’s so far from here. You must know a lot of people.”

        “Yea, I’m a social guy, ya know. I could never live being a loser like Morning.”

        She laughed and tilted her head in Mornis’s direction.

        “Losers can be cool.”

        Les scrunched his forehead.

        “So babe, you down?”

        “Um, let me check with Litty.”

        “OK, cool. Give me a call.”

        “Totally.”

        Mornis grunted and slammed his fist into the locker. It cut his knuckles and made a large bang. Bezzy jumped, her tits bounced, but Mornis didn’t see. He was walking quickly away. She watched at him leave.

        “Weirdo,” she said.

        Mornis went to class, sat down, and opened his sketchbook. He skimmed through the filled pages. Everything he drew was a portrayal of Hell. He refused to draw anything that did not come from, or belong in Hell. ‘It’s my future, so I embrace it in every way I can imagine’, he’d tell the few people who asked. Their response was always disinterest.

        Behind him sat Korz, one of Les’s close buddies. Mornis sat, drawing while the teacher was explaining how space travel originated. Half of the kids slept. Awaking, they looked both ways and went back to sleep with a yawn and a few blinks.

        Korz flicked Mornis’s earlobe. Mornis ignored it; he was in the middle of drawing a man with his limbs detached, nailed to a cross. His pen was quickly moving, shading in the shadows. Korz slapped the back of Mornis’s head, making him shade inside a pure white spot. Moris clenched his teeth. His hands shook with adrenaline. He turned around, pen still in hand. Korz was laughing at Mornis’s face. Mornis jammed his pen into Korz’s eye. It punctured the pupil and hung out at a low angle. Puss spattered. Korz stood up screaming and ran out the room. The class watched him leave.

        Five minutes later, the principal came over the speaker system.

        “Mornis Taint, please report to the principal’s office.”

        Closing his sketchbook, he stood and walked out the class, casually. At the ground by the doorframe was a small bullet-shaped canister. No inscriptions were on it, but Mornis knew what it was – Moon Dust. He shoved it in his pocket, and jogged out the front of school.

        He mouthed the word ‘Bezzy’ repeatedly, trying to find a cool way to say her name. He shoved his helmet on, and left the school’s dome. He made sure no one was watching, and hid behind a mound of rocks by the school, waiting for 1500, only twenty more minutes. He could hear the school bell finally ring, muffled through the glass dome.

        Kids came running out with helmets on, parting ways. He waited until he saw Bezzy. Cute as shit in her space helmet, he though. He watched her say goodbye to her friends and left with Litty. Bezzy’s phone rang, and she tilted her head side to side, talking with a smile.

        Mornis left his hiding place and got closer, keeping out of sight, staying behind crowds of kids. He turned up the volume of his music to keep himself cool. Her face looked sad now. He heard her conversation.

        “But who did it? What hospital? Yea sure, I’ll come right now.”

        Mornis followed them, hoping to God she didn’t turn around. A cop car hovered by, Mornis exhaled slowly, keeping his eyes on Bezzy, ignoring the cop. He stayed in the nearest shadows, crawling on his belly, skidding an inch off the ground with the help of the moon’s gravity.

        Bezzy and Litty arrived at the hospital. Mornis stood up and held his sketchbook in front of his pants, hiding his excitement. The girls walked through the doors, Mornis closed the gap between them. The girls talked to the front desk and walked down the hall to the staircase. Mornis followed, picking up the pace. He calmed his quick breaths and stopped his stealth approach. He ran to the top of the stairs, stomping, while pulling on his leather gloves. Bezzy and Litty turned around. Mornis held his helmet under his left arm and his sketchbook in his right hand.

        Both the girls looked confused. He walked up to them to conversation distance, and stopped.

        “What are you doing here?” Bezzy asked. He watched her lips part with each word she said, they shined with gloss. They had a sweet plumpness that he’d die to touch.

        Mornis looked to Litty and put his fist on her chest and pushed, he hooked his left boot behind her ankles. She fell to the floor as Mornis leaned forward onto his right foot, and came down directly on top of her face with his steel-plate boot.

        Her face crunched, splattering blood. Bezzy shrieked. Mornis gripped her waist tight, sank his space helmet on her head, and forced her to walk with him. He ran into the men’s room with her. She screamed, but the helmet had the volume output muted. He threw her in a bathroom stall. Her nails scratched at his leather jacket, but he couldn’t feel it. He took out the canister of Moon Dust 90 and shoved the end into the extra oxygen slot on the space helmet. A yellow gas shot inside, she breathed it in.

        The drug kicked in immediately. Her eyes rolled back and her limbs fell lifeless. It paralyzed her body and increased her sense perception ten times the average person. Her eyes rolled back to Mornis. Her face was unbelievably cute. Sullen confusion and interest came into her eyes.

        Mornis pulled his pants off and held her close like a lover. Her arms locked beneath his arms wrapping around her. He looked down to her legs; her feet fell out of her shoes. His dick hard, felt her body all over, gripping her flesh tight in handfuls. He sat her on the toilet, and took off her panties. She sat dazed. He held her with one hand as he grabbed his sketchbook with the other. He tore out page after page of his depictions of Hell, and laid them face up on the floor. Then he stood her up and leant her over the toilet. Her head hung down, her ass stuck higher than the rest of her body.

        He spat on his cock, rubbed it around, and shoved himself inside, searching for her space-girl clit. Grabbing her hair, he twisted her head to face him. She clenched her eyes and bit her lip, biting harder every time he straightened his legs. This was no friendly fuck, but rather Mornis was trying to drive his Hell-clouded mind into hers. Every slam into her was a salute to Satan.

        He slowed down his pumps, letting her experience a full six minutes of his persona. He left his seed in her, and took from his back pocket his trusty, sharp knife. He slit his own throat three times across. Bleeding like mad, he turned her over to see her face. He shoved his hand inside her, mixing his blood with his seed around her space-girl clit. Mornis closed his eyes with his first genuine smile, and left reality.