Chapter 2: Ch.2 Panic at the restroom
Alfred's POV
Something you can only call a system.
"What cliche is this? Do you guys see this?" I said
"Yeah, we see it, we didn't do drugs right?" Hans said
"As far as I know, there is no fun powder we can snort here in the bathroom." Ian said
We laughed at the silly remark
*sniff* *sniff*
"Yup, all I smell is a stench of wet mud." I said
Wet mud? We were in the third floor and it didn't rain too, why is that smell there? I turned around and saw an oval green portal and a stout little green creature walking through, I quickly notify the other two of the creature and not to go close to it.
The green creature looks like the stereotypical goblin of the fantasy world, I look it over from head to toe and noticed that it has a weapon, a club. My other two friends also noticed, we backed away slowly to the door facing the goblin and were planning to book it as soon as we got out.
But we were stopped, not by another creature nor because the door was locked, but because the "bubble film" my friends felt when they were exiting the classroom, solidified like a transparent wall.
"Go out the door now while that creature isn't moving, quick!" Ian said, clearly in panicked tone
"We can't, something is blocking us." Hans said,
"Back away, I'll go slam this shit." he followed.
He tried to body slam that "bubble film" again and again, but that didn't do crap to it. Instead every time Hans slammed to that "bubble film," it rippled like throwing a pebble in a serene lake.
"What now, what do we do?" I said, really panicking and finally, like something was prompting it to move when we were panicking, or at least when I was panicking, that goblin-like creature dashed at us.
When that creature made it's move, I stopped talking and was entirely focused on that creature, my eyes were dilated due to the adrenaline, when that creature jumped, I tried to move to the side and punt that creature to the side of its face when it lands, but I couldn't, why, why now?
It felt like I was stuck in a swamp, like something concrete was stopping my legs from moving, I couldn't move my legs, is it due to fear?
No, I could move my upper body just fine without any restrictions, I could twist my waist, lean back, weave side to side, so I was capable of at least blocking it with my arm.
I quickly thought of another way out and since I couldn't move, so instead of dodging and then counterattacking, I settled to the next best move to make, counterattack it head on.
I moved my hands and assumed a boxer stance, it wasn't complete since I couldn't move my legs, but I can at least weave, so I weaved to my right and the club missed my face, heading to my left forearm.
I twisted my body trying to land a right hook, but I missed, no to be exact I was too early so instead of me hitting the temple when I turned, my fist was instead in front of the creature's face, so I opened my palm trying to catch that creature's head like a basketball and throw it to the wall.
Fortunately, this technique succeeded, since the creature was incredibly light, after slamming it to the wall, I quickly tried to follow it and stomped on it.
But I still couldn't move, after a few seconds I finally could move, I was out of that restriction, I was sure that that was a restriction. Due to that few seconds, the creature was standing up, albeit shakily, its club was a meter away near the rest rooms sink.
I didn't let that fucker move and burst into a front kick pinning it to the wall, I heard and felt a crunch underneath my foot.
The creature is now on the floor and once again I tried to stomp that fucker before it could put that damn restriction on me again, and this time, I succeeded.
"FUCK, FUCK YOU!!!" I screamed while stomping on it
*StoMp* *stAmP* *STomp*
I didn't stop until the fucker wasn't moving anymore, but I felt that wasn't enough, so I got that creature's club, its club fell a few meters to the floor near the restrooms sink and smashed it's head to bits.
*Bank* *bang* *blup*
It smelled like Iron, extremely pungent smell of rusting iron. It was disgusting, I wanted to vomit but that will only make the smell worse.
I stopped when I remembered my friends were there, I simply forgot about them since I was so focused on that fucker.
"Are you two okay?" I asked them while still holding the club
"Y-yeah, b-but are you okay though?" Ian asked, in the corner of the restroom, beside him is what seems like vomit
"Maybe?" I said in a whisper, but I knew he got that because of that guilty look in his face, maybe through lipped reading.
I looked around and saw Hans, he already stopped body-slamming to that damn "bubble film."
I looked at hans vomiting in the ground, I can understand him, I wanted to vomit too, but I couldn't since I didn't eat much during recess.
Fuckkk, why am I recalling these miscellaneous shits, I just killed something, I smashed it's head to bits, I stomped on it until it didn't move... I- I killed a living creature, a living moving creature, it was moving so human-like, wh- what if that was human, i- is that human?
I don't know anymore, I didn't care anymore, I just want someone to comfort me, I want warmth...
Like that I blanked out.
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