"You know, i'm pretty sure if you were a girl, i'd like you."
As we were sitting on the 3rd class of the 2nd day of the week- that being a tuesday that was going surprisingly quick for me, i was talking with a friend of mine. We sit on the frontmost seat of the 1st and 2nd columns of seats in the classroom, so i'm pretty sure the entire classroom heard what i said, going by the silence that took ahold of the room all of a sudden
The receiver of my words just now and the best friend i just mentioned, Tong (佟) , was just as stupefied as the others, which surprised me, because we banter like this all the time, oh, but now that everyone hears it, suddenly it's not funny?- Oh, false alarm, he's trying not to smile. Probably shouldn't have said that for everyone to hear, though, it slipped my mind that we were even talking in the classroom in the first place.
The school day passed by quickly and we were ready to go home by now, making our way throughout the hallways, from the 3rd to the 2nd and then to the 1st floor, same old. Though i quite like how the school i go to looks like, though, it looks like a damn castle, high class shit, absolutely incredible: The hallways are marble-made, chandeliers are not uncommon, and it even smells nice, like cinnamon.
I study here by pure luck, to be honest. I'm not on good terms with my parents and they're not really proud of me, as you may come to understand by yourself once you hear that i'm 19 years old and still in high school. I won the lottery some time ago, basically. I took the chance to move out of my then house, where my parents live, too.
I live in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, all for the sake of saving as much money as i can so i can make what i spend back with the job i have, what job is it that i have? I work at a Wendy's. Just kidding, i kill people for a living but they're bad people, you know? That makes it better, i think.
Or it may not. But i like the job and it makes me buck, and the people i kill, i would kill by myself with no one telling me to anyway, so i don't see why not. My employer told me my current target is of 45 years of age and that they're a chemistry teacher at Wellington's College of Fine Arts, a university in my city. With their real job being a human trafficker.
It's a beautiful sunset, the dark blue, pink and orange tones are combining in a get together of stunning imagery, painting hues on the buildings, the street, and the people. I'll admire tomorrow's sunset, though, i'm here already.
Their emblem is dove on top of a shield, holding a sunflower in its beak, this is Wellington's. I've never entered here myself until now, but i am pleasantly surprised of the sense of aesthetics of whoever designed this place, i could have confused these hallways for an hotel's; long, red carpet is strewn across the floor, and beige colored walls and ceiling. Nevermind that, this is the room.
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I open the door and- What-
I ducked before something hit me straight between the eyes, was that a pencil? I can't check either way, whatever nearly pierced me went straight through the wall behind me, now out of the building. My target, Jonathan Maynes, is right in front of me, in a combat stance, the Philly Shell stance, specifically. How opportune, i get to put into the test my martial arts training, though, i don't train boxing. I train Tae-Kwon-Do
We measure each other first. We measure ourselves a bit more, hopping around before-
CRACK
Something just hit me in the chest. What is this pain i feel? I saw it, he moved right in front of me and hit me with a left jab and then moved 2 meters back in an instant, unnatural, but was that a jab? You've got to be kidding me, that broke at least 2 ribs, what is this?
I can't win this. This difference in speed is inhuman, and not something that can be beaten by being a technically better fighter. Even i, with my height, weight, and the muscle i put on doing hours of strength training, was put on my knees by a single blow. I would have liked a better place for my death.
I'd have liked to be stronger.
Suddenly, the man who just struck me down, force fed me something, and knocked me ou-
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"Yo"
Tong welcomed me back to consciousness like that
"The hell happened?" i asked, still feeling lightheaded.
"Tell me yourself, you wound up in my doorstep at 1 in the morning and i took you in until now, 10 A.M, how was your nap?"
"It was decent"
I didn't tell him this, but, in this very moment, i feel great. You know that feeling you get when you're incredibly tired, go to sleep, and wake up feeling completely refreshed the next day? Either way, after that, i left Tong's place and took the bus to get to my own, around 40 minutes from there, like i said, on the outskirts of the city i live in.
After entering my place, functional and utilitarian, i stood in the middle of the room, staring at the grandfather's clock i inherited from my mother, not batting an eyelid.
Tick
Tick
Tick
I've trained my body and practiced martial arts my whole life with a purpose. If someone asked me why, i would say something along the lines of "feeling good with myself" or even aesthetics, looking good and all that. That's all well and good but
I want to be the strongest
I feel great right now.