Chapter 3: Usurping
"*sigh*... I was never good at fighting, but if it was against somebody who was pre-injection… I should be fine…"
The atmosphere rippled with bubbling aggression as the boy, whom everyone deemed the king of the classroom, stood up and wandered over. His intentions were not only ambiguous to the class but also to the regressor who was anything but ordinary… yet, it made sense.
Everything made sense. From the way, his eyes scraped the walls to the way his legs meekly carried him across the classroom. It all made sense. His lower lips quivered while his expression remained cold and blank like a tall monolith. Each emotion of his was bursting at the seams, creating cracks in that expressionless face. And disgustingly, it unfolded before the regressor in a troubled warping of skin and flesh.
It was inhuman, to say the least.
DING… DONG…
"Saved by the bell…" the regressor muttered just as the teacher walked into the classroom. The enraged young man, wanting to tear each and every hair follicle from the regressor's head, could do nothing but settle his splintered pride.
With a small twirl, he faced the teacher, his expression returning to normal. He felt the eyes of the regressor dig into his back, but what he didn't witness was a smile so uncanny that it caused the teacher looking at the model student to shiver. He caught a glimpse of the boy's smile from behind Eros, but with a quick and hard blink, he realized he was just seeing things.
He wasn't.
DING… DONG
A new round had echoed through the hall lined with tiled floor and a chalky wood ceiling painted to match the rigid blank walls. Students immediately flooded out of the classroom. Most students already walking down the school's barren halls may have thought that they were eager to escape their dreaded calculus class, yet they were wrong. Horribly wrong.
"Eros, you go to get to your next class. If you don't pack up quick you're gonna have to turn off the lights and clean up the chalkboard…" The teacher smiled, his innocently wrinkled mouth tilting into a cheap smile. "Oh… and Floki, you're still here?"
"Sir, go ahead and leave," Eros graciously offered. "We'll make this place spotless before next period."
"Well… don't be late for your next class," he lightly shook his head, but not out of disappointment. He then proceeded to mutter under his breath that, "model students will always be model students."
Both the regressor and Eros were at the top of their class. Eros was number one, while the regressor sat just a seat beneath him in second place. The regressor should have taken that highest pedestal if it wasn't for the harassing and constant bullying of this young man.
FWOOSH… CRACK
"Tch…" the regressor clicked his tongue as his right knuckles shattered in their chambers of flesh. Shards punctured out, serving as blades of discomfort that reinforced the regressor's attacks, yet at the same time sent waves of agony to scream through his nervous system.
"You…"
Eros was taken aback. As soon as they split apart after colliding fists, the gears in his head began to turn. There was no reason for him to collide knuckles as he was able to react easily to the young man's punch… so why not dodge? Why not try and exchange blows to test out each other's power?
"You'll realize soon enough, so there is no point in keeping it a secret…" the regressor muttered as his entire face dimmed into a convergence of hatred. His eyes drifted downwards to his own fist rippling as if his own blood was beginning to boil.
The small boxed windows leading into the classroom from the open halls had been filled with watching eyes. Students had gathered to see this fight which had immediately spread across the school. From the freshman, all the way to the seniors, each and every future hotshot became aware of this fight. Whether they cared or not was up to them… as in the future, this entire fight would be so important that it will change the course of this school. So, they would have no choice but to care.
"Hey, let's stop this. I won't fuck with you anymore," Eros suggested without even a hint of fear. This was no more than a frivolous fight over nothing. He may have been an asshole, but he was a smart asshole willing to recognize the pros and cons of his situation.
The regressor froze in place, his head tilting backward. His eyes darkened, drooping with black bags. His lips slowly opened, revealing a small smile that extended across his face. Malice dug in between each and every single one of his pearly concentrations of enamel. His tongue was wrapped in senseless thoughts that were dying to say everything on his mind, yet his conscious knew that would mean nothing to this sociopathic asshole.
"Fine… if that's what you want… I'll just have to cripple you… come in!" Eros turned around, facing the glass stained with grease and saliva. The on-watching students, unaffected by most bullies were captivated by the fight, pressing their faces against the clear wall and intently focusing their attention.
The door to the classroom swung open with the lackeys of Eros awaiting his call. As soon as the signal was given, they came to his rescue, and with a smile to match the regressor on the brink of snapping, he couldn't help but snicker.
The regressor's smile faded and his dim expression sent shivers down the spine of everybody observing. Lackeys surrounded the boy while Eros continued to grin from afar. Atmospheric tension within the classroom was so viscous that every teacher in the school instinctively sensed something alarming was going to transpire.
"Get him."
"[Shapeshift]."
The shards of bone pouring blood from their wounds extended outwards. Together, they formed a shell of spikes around the regressor's hand. Nobody really saw this except for Eros. He witnessed it all and with a drop of sweat running down his cheek, he could do nothing but widen his smile in apprehension.
By the time a teacher arrived, it was already too late. Out of the twenty-three lackeys, fifteen were left bloodied with cuts and bruises while the remaining eight were unconscious, left to wake up with a splitting concussion.
The regressor held Eros by the collar of his shirt, holding him in place as his fist repeatedly stabbed into his face. But instead of begging for mercy, the only thing Eros did was laugh hysterically.
"HAHAHAHAAHA! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!? YOU'RE NOT FLOKI!"
BAM
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[Reading your Diary of Remembrance…]
"I'm not."
- [Locked]
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