Eugene P.O.V

"Eugene, you have Stooge #1 Mr.Frizzy.”...eh? I’m sure Xavior said more but I toned out before he can finish. Why did Xavior just say something crazy like that? I’m the strategist right? The strategist doesn’t fight, right?

I see, ‘Mr.Frizzy’ running towards me. Shit! Why the hell did he tell me to fight?! He knows that I’m a weakling! I crouch down to the ground and cover my head as Frizzy gets to where I am. He looks confused but in no time he’s going to take the advantage and beat me up like all bullies do. I look to the ground and wait for it to happen. If I prove that I’m no challenge he’ll get bored quickly and leave.

“Dude, I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to fight now. What are you doing?” Frizzy asks confused. It seems he does not understand that I am giving up. There’s no way I can beat this guy. Sure he’s scrawny but those scars had to be from some dangerous battle or something. He has to be incredibly experienced.

“I’m just a nerd, I can’t fight! Do what you want but please don’t hurt me to badly. I beg of you.” I plead. I sneak a peek up at him and I see a face of pity. I can’t help but to laugh at myself. I’m such a weakling, he’s not even beating me up yet and he’s already pitying me. What can I do though? Even if I tried to fight, that guy would crush me. I have no chance of beating him in a fist fight. I have no place in the fighting field.

Frizzy places his hand on my shoulder and says something comforting but I can’t hear him in my own self pity. He’s not even going to beat me up. I’m not worth his time or minimal effort. I feel a twinge of frustration. I wonder why? Isn’t this what I wanted? To not be noticed, to not be a target, to be invisible. Yes, it was, it still is. Then why? Why is his pity smile pissing me off? Why is his comforting making me want to punch his teeth in, even though I know I’m not physically capable?

Pity...Pity...Pity. I sure am using that word a lot recently. I guess it makes sense, it’s all I can see on everyone's face lately. No, not just lately, it’s been a long time since anyone looked at me like a human being instead of trash to be beat or a hurt animal always asking for help. I can’t blame them really, I was. I also can’t blame them for noticing...but not doing anything about it.

The world isn’t fair. Fairness is after all a matter of perspective and with the over 7 billion people on the Earth, it is hard for everyone to be on the same page on what ‘Fair’ is.

Even with all we know, things that are absolute non-variables are few. One of those things are the pecking order.

The strong do what they will to the weak, and the weak can’t do anything about it. It’s the strong that makes the rules, it’s the strong that decides what’s fair or not, and it’s the strong that chooses on whether I get beat up every week or should feel ‘thankful’ that they didn’t decide to torture me that day.

I remember earlier today in the bathroom.

This isn’t a child's game.

Why do I put up with this crap?

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When the world shoves you around, you just have to stand up and shove back. It’s not like someone is going to save you if you start babbling excuses.

I spent so much time trying to change the world, trying to make it ‘fair’. When the bullies hit me and I asked ‘why’ all that got me was hit again.

I assume you're ready to put your life on the line.

When I tried to tell them how they make my life a living hell all that did was get me laughed at and called a pussy.

Risk your life on it.

I’m done being the weak! I’m not putting up with this bullshit anymore! I don’t want to be hit, but I don’t want to be pitied either. I’m too weak now but I’ll become strong. Even if I get my ass kicked I’ll make sure I go down swinging. I won’t be a target anymore, I fucking refuse! I’ll kick, punch, bite, cheat, it doesn’t matter. I’ll become strong. Fuck changing the world, it’s fine the way it is, I’ll rule it with current system in place.

With your fists, with your mind, with your power, you will risk your life.

Like a fucking pawn on a chessboard.

I look up to find Frizzy staring at the match between Xavior and who I assume to be his boss. I grin, thank for the free shot bud, you should have kept your guard up. Still low, I punch with all my might between his legs. He stiffens and his shoulders lock. Before he can get his bearings I jump up and throw another punch at his face. My strike barely push his head back but in his current state, it’s enough to throw him off balance and send him on the his back.  

This is it, the first step to becoming strong. Not wasting the chance, I jump onto his stomach with all of my weight. Frizzy spits up a little of something that gets on my shoe.

How dare he?! I try to go for another jump but he moves out the way before I finish the fall, making me land on the ground.

Wait, did I just say “How dare he”? I know I’m trying to change, and kicking the poor guy in the balls did feel euphoric. Oh god, I’m totally a sadist.

Unfortunately during my monologue, Frizzy decided to use the opportunity for payback. He punches me right in the gut. It doesn’t really hurt, I’m used to way worse, this level of pain is nothing. Considering my furious state of mind from that punch though, definitely not a masochist.  

He sends out another punch that hits me across the cheek but I run into his guard while his arm is out and ignore the weak punch. I grab him by the shoulders to keep him up and knee him once again in the nuts. He buckles and almost fall but my iron grip doesn’t let him. I rapidly knee this poor man.

At one point I think he passes out but I continue anyway and his screams reinsure me that he’s lucid. This is what I was afraid of?

Knee to the nuts. Scream.

This is the garbage I got on my knees for and pleaded to?

Knee, scream.

I am beating up this older man to near insanity.

Knee, scream.

And I’m loving every motherfucking moment of it.

I knee him once more and hear his screams. I finally drop him to let him rest. That...was...magnificent! This is what I can do when I don’t roll over. This is what happens when I don’t be a little bitch. If this is life for the strong, I should have done this years ago!

No...I couldn’t do this years ago. I didn’t have confidence in myself.

I look over to Xavior. He’s currently spot clean, he doesn’t have a wound on him and he’s repeatedly punching the guy he’s facing with a smile. He is why I can do this. He is why my opponent is on the ground instead of me. Again, my mind goes back to earlier.

Risk your life on it.

My life huh? If it’s to protect my new ideals and lifestyle, if it protects the person who freed me from torture, if it makes me strong...sure. I’ll risk it, and I’ll live through it. I’ll be one of the strong and stand on top, controlling the world at my will.

Xavior P.O.V

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Loyalty is at 100% with Eugene Collars! He will follow you to the ends of the Earth and never betray you! You are Brothers in Life, Death, and In Between.

Eugene P.O.V

I smirk forces itself on my face. I can’t help it,

“Like a Pawn on a Chessboard.”