//It's gonna be a bit before our main character gets kicked to another world but please have patience as the beginning portions are definitely important to the foundation of what I'm trying to build. This story doesn't just end with this novel.
It will eventually go far deeper so don't count it out because of it's beginning. I take the time to build everything up, no exceptions.
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"1. 2. 3. 4.....huh. Looks like your $100 short today Jackson."
The soft voice of Tim Berna cut through the still morning air, carrying itself through the area and into the ears of those surrounding him, even to those some distance away. The displeasure and malice underlying those few words could easily be heard as the well toned, black haired individual calmly pocketed the money he had been counting. The teenagers black eyes glanced over the body of his collapsed victim, of whom was currently grasping their stomach, struggling to breath. Bruises lined the groaning persons chest and stomach regions, drops of blood oozing from numerous scratches.
"Normally, I'd call in the Pack, but I'll let you off with a warning." Tim knelt down, placing a hand on the person's cheek. "Have the rest of my money by tomorrow and everything will be just fine."
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Tim blinked slowly, reaching up with the back of his hand to wipe away the mix of blood and spit from his left cheek. "Don't push your luck Kim. Only reason you're still alive and mostly put together is because I don't need any major attention on myself."
The injured female laughed, her voice coming out choked and garbled. "Go fuck yourself Timothy."
"You stupid Bit-"
Tim glanced to the side, emotionless hues staring at the bystander who had suddenly bursted out and started to move forward. Despite not saying a single word, Berna immediately made sure his annoyance was quite clear. Upon receiving the blank gaze of his clear superior, the aggressor quickly shied away, retreating back to his original position beside the two other subordinates standing by. Holding his head down, the guy refused to look Tim in the eyes, his hands clasped tightly in front of him.
"You should do a better job of keeping your dogs in line," Kim taunted, a small smirk on her face. "They clearly aren't house broken yet."
"Coming from someone who used to be one of said dogs," Timothy rebuttalled calmly as he rose back to his feet. Readjusting the black tie on his school uniform, the black haired teen turned his back on the female still struggling to catch her breath. "I implore you to rethink which side you belong on. The times where I can be lenient are slowly coming to a close and my previous offer to you will expire during that time. It'd be beneficial for your health if you made the correct choice, Kimberly Jackson.
"You can take your offer and shove it up your ass Timothy Berna," Kim spat, brown hues narrowed in anger, looking up from her spot on the filthy ground. "You and your filthy mutts can suck my nine inch dick."
"Hm. How very feminine of you," Tim said as he walked away, hands tucked deep into his pockets. "I'll just have to hope you change your mind."
Without another word, the dark haired young man disappeared around the corner, never once looking back. The trio of rough looking individuals, the same ones that had been standing behind Tim without uttering a word, gave Kimberly a look of anger and contempt. It was obvious that they had been bottling up their feelings in the presence of their leader, afraid to let even a single emotion slip out. Still, even despite their raging bloodlust, they each grit their teeth and left the area, quickly following behind their departed general.
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After they left, Kimberly counted in her head.
When a full minute had elapsed, she visibly relaxed, a complete exhale escaping her body. Once she managed to gather what little strength remained in her banged up figure, Kim maneuvered her way into a kneeling position, albeit after numerous failed attempts to do so. Eventually though, she just gave up and plopped back down onto her arse, crossing her rather long legs and folding her arms over her grey sports bra.
"Well?" The frustrated woman questioned, raising her voice a few octaves. "Was that good enough acting for you? Or do you need an encore?"
"Well, it wasn't exactly a Hollywood level performance. Being generous, I'd give it a solid 4."
A male voice, one completely different to the unexpressive, dull drone belonging to Tim, echoed it's way through the alley, bouncing off the walls. The reverberation of the mysterious voice made it hard for Kimberly to pinpoint the source, but she ultimately managed to do so in the end, hues flicking upwards. Located on the roof of the building directly above the alley, a lone figure sat at the very edge, legs dangling over the side. Donning the same outfit as Timothy had, a white button down shirt, black tie, and black pants, it was quite amazing how none of the previous assailants took notice of the easily detectable observer. With a head of bright white hair and skin color that stood out like a sore thumb, the casual onlooker wasn't someone that was easily overlooked. Even Kimberly was beginning to question her own awareness to the surroundings as she tilted her back further back, brown eyes squinted.
"That's out of 10 by the way," the white haired boy continued, grabbing the camera that had been laying beside him. "Which is a failing grade. Though I guess for someone who never trained in the performing arts, it was pretty decent. Of course, it doesn't take a genius to simply lie down and get their senses beat outta them so it all kinda evens out."
It took a solid minute for Kim's brain to register that he was still talking about her snarky comment towards her own acting.
"Shut the fuck up." Kimberly shouted, making sure her voice was heard. Her throat was killing her, but she refused to look like an utter weakling in front of someone more inferior than her. "As if you could do better. Damn Foreigner."
"Scathing." Kenma Iroas grinned slightly as he scrolled through the photos and videos located on the camera. "I'm not the one who has to pay $500 monthly to the rest of the Pack due to poor decision making. Also, last I checked, I'm not the one who got their marbles knocked loose."
"How exactly have I made poor decisions?" The female shouted, getting angrier by the second. "I've did what I had to do out of damn self preservation. You think I WANT to be in this fuckin dumpster fire of a problem??!!"
"What I think doesn't really matter now does it?" Kenma questioned. Without waiting for a response, the white haired individual leapt from his rooftop position and onto a tall stack of wooden crates positioned near the wall. From there he hopped down a staircase made from literal junk and landed neatly a few feet away from the blonde haired victim, of whom now possessed a look of disgust on her bruised up visage. "The question you SHOULD be asking is if I managed to cobble together enough footage to be of any use. Asking me about how my day is going also would have been a valid question to ask."
"Bro, I don't give a flying fuck about your day," Kim spat as she wiped some blood from the corner of her mouth, voice dripping with venom. "Just tell me what I wanna know without your mind games."
"Shame." Kenma strolled past Kim, not even glancing up from his camera as he flicked through the various videos and photos on it. "Thought we had something special. Could've been the Bonny to my Clyde."
"What are you even-"
"Jokes aside, the main goal has been completed and you've successfully kept your end of the bargain." The white haired youth shut his camera off and let it swing down to rest on his waist. "With this, bringing down the Pack and it's affiliates isn't any sort of mere pipedream. It's now a reality. You should feel thankful that you have a front row seat to such a marvelous event that's just about to unfold before your very eyes. Aside from some minor details such as possible charges of assault, attempted murder, and possession of drugs, they're gonna be feeling this down to their very cores."
Kimberly rolled her eyes as the young man made his proclamations, readjusting the way she was sitting. Personally, she didn't care about the majority of what the foolish transfer student was saying, nor did she deign to even give it some thought. The only thing that piqued her interest was the complete and utter crushing of the wide spread group known as "The Pack", a well organized squad of delinquents that had encompassed not only the surrounding high schools but a good portion of Lebanon, Ohio. While it seemed impossible for one or two people to actually succeed in such a quest, it was still something that was nice to hear about. A riddance of her overall problems and a peaceful return to her previously boring life was something that she yearned for each and every day.
"Yeah, so very honored," the blonde said sarcastically. "Do you even understand what you're saying? We're talking about not only Tim Berna, a virtual monster by himself, but each and every highschool in Lebanon. You're just a weak foreigner with white hair."
"Take away one part of a machine and the whole thing collapses." Kenma talked as if he hadn't even heard her, walking away towards the end of the alley they were in. "If you knock away the support, everything collapses. Just make sure to keep your panties tight Blondie, everything is about to come up Iroas."
"Ugh, I hate dealing with that kid," Kimberly muttered as the white haired youth disappeared around the corner. "Who even is that guy anyways? He has no right looking that good but being such an ass.."
Not too far from her leg though, Kimberly spotted a carefully concealed 100 dollar bill, resting directly under the shirt that had been stripped off of her not half an hour prior to the beating she had taken. Taking it out, she examined it carefully, ultimately breaking out into a large smile as she shoved it into the waistband of her dusty black leggings.
"That damn foreigner."