"Thud"

The powerful kick caused me to kneel while covering my stomach. Blackness tried hiding me from reality as I lay on the floor. I looked toward the group of people who put me in such a sorry state. Suddenly a heavy kick landed on my face, and I blacked out completely.

White flickering light pierced my eyes as I struggled to open them, the blackness disappeared as the bathroom ceiling came into view. I was lying on the bathroom floor beaten up wearing a dirty baseball uniform.

The place was like a normal school bathroom. There was a massive glass on the right side over the taps, and on the left, four stalls could be seen. These stalls took up 90% of the space in the closed room. The ceiling, wall, and stalls were white, while the tiles were black.

"Ahh, fuck"

I instinctively said as I got up from the cold floor shakily. From the mirror Infront of me I could see bruises on my face. My lips were damaged, solidified blood could be seen, and my right eye was swallowed and purple.

"Those fuckers, they don't have the balls to fight 1 on 1."

I said as I pressed my forehead to lessen the incoming pain. After some painful seconds, I washed my face near the tap. The cool water refreshed my tired body and added some energy.

"I am going to get that motherfucker when he is alone when his bitches aren't protecting him."

I added as I got up and was ready to leave. Suddenly, a light flashed in my pocket that I didn't recognize.

"What the fuck"

I took a shining sphere out of my pocket and stared at it for a few seconds.

Scott's grandfather died a couple of weeks before and this little ball is the one thing that he left for him. At first, Scott tried to understand what this ball was but after some time he gave up. He takes this with him, so he remembers the last person who loved him.

"What is happening?"

I asked myself, dumbfounded. Suddenly, a mechanical voice resounded from the machine: "Activation condition met…. device is now activated."

I got more and more confused, but my eyes were glued to the machine until it was done speaking. After it was done its radiance died down as well, leaving me visibly confused as I searched thoroughly for what this activation meant. I Shook the machine a couple of times hoping for a long explanation. Suddenly the machine started to sink into my skin, tearing my flesh, sending stinging pain through my arm.

"Shit, shit, fuck... it hurts"

I screamed out as I tried to take the sphere out, but it was already too late. After a couple of seconds of pain, the thing has sunk in and disappeared. I was leaning onto the washroom wall while getting myself out of the pain.

"What was that? It's under my skin. I feel it moving"

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Then out of a sudden white radiance started to flow under my skin making me scared. White lines started flowing from my arm to my body. Terrified, I tried to block the movements by pressing tightly, forming a circle around the arm but it still passed through. As the white radiance got on to My face I screamed and closed my eyes.

"Fuck, I am not ready to die yet."

Surprisingly, I felt a soothing sensation instead of pain. As I opened my eyes, I ran my fingers over my face.

'My wounds are gone, what the fuck?'

Suddenly somebody started banging on the door, no it wasn't banging, it sounded like charging onto it. I got up from my feet and went toward the door with a metal bat from going to baseball.

"Rick, you fucker, if you come here again, I am going to fuck you up"

'Rick that fucker he never fights 1 on 1, fucking coward. He should be the one who locked this too, so nobody comes in here...but if he locked it why would he try to force open it again.'

Suddenly the door bashed open with a thud sound, disturbing my thought process. From there 3 students who I had never seen came in, their uniforms and faces were bloody. They walked toward me like they were high. They shifted to both sides, their hands trembled violently, their eyes were half closed, and they showed their odd razor-sharp teeth painted with blood.

Shocked by the razor-sharp teeth and a large amount of blood I took a couple of steps back, raised the bat over my head, and threatened,

"Hey, fucker stop right there, don't come near me. I will fuck you up."

My threats went to deaf ears. Without even the slightest sign of stopping, the 3 people marched toward me slowly. Seeing these guys advancing I took more steps back, until I felt my back hitting the wall. With nowhere else to go I threaten again louder.

"Bitch I am not playing, come near me and your head will be on the ceiling."

Again, my threats made no difference, the group marched toward me. They were getting closer and closer; I had to make a choice. I will either hit this guy and go to jail or trust on the slim chance that these silent motherfuckers aren't hostile.

'Of course, I chose the former, I am not an idiot." As I was thinking that I swung the bat onto the face of the leading guy. The metal bat hit the spot on his right cheek, his teeth went flying as he fell to the floor with a thud.

Then I focused on the next guy as I swung the bat from the other side onto his left cheek. Unlike the former, this guy was light, the moment the bat swung, the light guy was thrown off and his head hit the bathroom glass, the glass shattered leaving blood stains on its surface. I looked at the blood stain with regret.

'If the guy is dead, I will be in jail…but I did it for self-defense…..shit'

The third guy was inches away from me when I kicked him in the stomach which sent him flying onto the floor. I rushed toward where he was lying and kicked him in the face multiple times. Blood gushed out of the skull as my force became more and more heavy, when I was done the guy's teeth were flowing on the blood coming from his mouth.

'This guy is dead for sure; I could go to jail but there is something weird about them. Earlier before it's like he tried to eat me.'

Weird thoughts appeared in my mind, weird thoughts formed questions, and those questions formed even more questions as I tried to determine the reason for the 3's strange behavior. Out of a sudden, I heard glass shatters; I turned around instantly to see the first guy shakily walking toward me. His right cheek was swallowed to the point he had no right cheek, couple of his last teeth were falling out from a bloody mess of a mouth. I tensed up as the ceiling light flickered a little.

"OH, you want some as well, huh bitch?"

I asked in a threatening voice, but there were no answers as I expected. I ran toward him with my metal bat over my head. Light flickered again as I kicked his leg, forcing him to kneel, and then I bashed his head downward with every bit of strength I could muster. His skull crunched as I kept bashing him on the head again and again. Blood drops touched my face as I kept relieving my anger from the last fight with Rick. His body trembled as I made a shallow bloody pit on his head from the continuous hits. After a couple of seconds, the guy fell to the side lifeless.

 With exhaustion taking over my body I went toward the tap and washed the blood stains on my face and hands, after a minute the previous mechanical voice rang inside my head again.

"Three full dead bodies. Host, would you like to make 3 clones from them?"6