As I kept searching for my friends, I begged silently, "Please, please, let me find them." My heart pounded with fear as I relied on my chi sense to locate them. Suddenly, I sensed their presence, but my relief was cut short by a disturbing realization. There they are, but wait, who's that?" Then, a chilling thought struck me, "No, this chi, he is dying. No, I can't sense the chi anymore. No, someone died!" My heart felt heavy as I realized someone had lost their life.

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[Before the incidents]

As the students huddled together, their breaths came fast and loud, mixing with the distant sounds of gunfire. Chris, Mark, and Emily looked at each other with worry, their eyes quickly scanning the dimly lit classroom for any sign of safety.

Outside, the chaos continued, the attackers getting closer with each step. The students hugged each others, their hearts racing, hoping the terror would stop.

Teacher Dan stood nervously at the front of the classroom, his hands shaking as he tried to soothe the frightened students. "Shh, everyone, please," he whispered urgently, his voice barely heard over the gun firing. "Stay quiet. Help is on the way. We just need to stay calm and wait."

However hard Teacher Dan tried to make them feel better, the students still felt like something terrible was about to happen.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the door slammed open, and scary-looking people rushed in. The students were scared and couldn't move as they saw the dark figures entering the room.

As the dark figures entered the classroom, the students and Teacher Dan saw someone and it was Jord, a middle-aged man with slicked-back black hair. He looked really mean and had a creepy vibe. His eyes were full of bad intentions as he looked around at everyone, making them all feel really scared.

Jord wore the 1940s clothes. His suit was fancy, with a big coat and a shirt tucked into his pants. He had a dark tie around his neck and a chain from his pocket to his vest. But what really caught everyone's attention was his shiny Vibranium hand, which made him look even scarier.

As he walked into the classroom, just seeing him made the students feel terrified. They were so scared they couldn't even move.

"Ho, these people," Jord sneered, his voice filled with menace.

His henchman with a scar, Bord, spoke up eagerly, "Boss, what should we do with them? Should I take them all out?"

"No," Jord replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I want to have some fun first," he said, accompanied by his 20 henchmen who loomed behind him menacingly.

As Jord scanned the room with a twisted grin, his eyes settled on a boy who looked no more than 14 years old. The students held their breath, hoping beyond hope that they wouldn't be the one chosen.

"Eenie miney mo," Jord said, pointing a finger at the trembling boy.

The boy's voice shook with fear as he stuttered, "M-me?"

Jord's voice turned harsh as he snarled, "Yeah, you. If you don't come infront, I'll make sure you regret it."

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he pleaded, "No, please..."

But he had no choice. With a heavy heart, he slowly rose from his hiding spot and made his way toward Jord and his henchmen, his body shaking with fear.

Meanwhile, Mark, Chris, Emily, and the other students, along with Teacher Dan, could only watch in horror, feeling completely powerless against the unfolding nightmare. Fear gripped their hearts as they understood the gravity of the situation, and they felt overwhelmed with desperation as they tried to figure out a way to escape from Jord and his henchmen.

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"Ready,kid?" Jord smirked, his voice filled with cruelty as he lifted his vibranium right hand.

The boy's eyes went wide with fear as he readied himself for the punch. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely audible over the room.

But before he could finish begging, Jord's fist slammed into his gut with a sickening thud. Pain felt through the boy's body, and he let out a piercing scream as he doubled over, tears streaming down his face.

"Stop, please!" he begged, his voice choked with pain and desperation as he fought to breathe. Every move he made felt waves of agony through his body.

Jord looked down at the boy squirming on the ground, a cruel grin twisting his lips. "Pathetic," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he watched the boy's tears and saliva mix with the blood pooling at his feet.

"I barely even tried, just a little bit of force, and yet you're already broken," Jord mocking, his voice dripping with disappointment.

Then Teacher Dan, tears streaming down his face as he couldn't bear to watch his students suffer anymore, spoke with a strong and determined voice, his eyes filled with resolve. "Enough," he said firmly. "I won't let you hurt my students anymore.

Jord's creepy smile disappeared for a second, and he looked at Teacher Dan. "Who do you think you are to stop me?" he asked in a mean way.

Teacher Dan, afraid but determined to protect his students, cried as he spoke firmly, "I'm their teacher. And it's my duty to protect them." He knew that if not him, then who will save them.

Jord laughed mockingly, and his henchmen joined in with evil chuckles. "Looks like we've got ourselves a hero," he teased, moving closer to Teacher Dan. "Do you really think you can stop me?"

Teacher Dan, looking scared but determined, replied, "I'll d-do w-whatever it takes to keep m-my students safe," his voice stuttering.

Then Jord mocked Teacher Dan's stuttering, saying, "W-What aaare y-yoou s-s-saying?"

Then he raised his vibranium-clad right hand, but then lowered it, thinking better of it. "It won't be fun that way," he mused. Instead, he raised his left hand. "I won't fight you with my right hand," he sneered, "I'll use my left. Consider it a challenge, Teacher. If you can manage to hold up, perhaps my mind will change, and I won't kill you and your students."

As Teacher Dan stumbled back from the force of Jord's left-hand jab to his jaw, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through his body. He clenched his teeth, refusing to show any weakness in front of his students, but inside, he felt a growing sense of despair.

Meanwhile, the students could only watch helplessly, their faces pale with fear and disbelief. They wanted to intervene, to stop Jord from hurting their teacher, but they knew it would only make things worse. All they could do was pray for Teacher Dan's safety and hope that somehow, he would find the strength to endure.

Mark, a tall, lanky boy with glasses, glanced at Emily, a petite girl with bright blue eyes, and Chris, a wiry boy with a mop of unruly hair. "We have to do something," Mark whispered urgently, his voice trembling with fear.

Emily nodded, her eyes filled with worry. "But what can we do?" she whispered back, her voice barely hear.

Chris bit his lip, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I know," he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. "But if we try to fight back, we'll only make things worse. We have to wait for the right moment."

With each punch that landed, Teacher Dan's vision blurred, his muscles protesting against the relentless assault. He fought to stay on his feet, his determination the only thing keeping him from collapsing under these predicament.

Teacher Dan's eyes narrowed with determination. Despite the blood streaming down his face and his broken arms hanging limply at his sides, he summoned all his strength to speak. "(Hick) (hick) I won't let you harm my students," he declared, his voice trembling ,and tears mixing with the blood on his cheeks. "(Hick) (hick) And I won't let you win."

"Argghhh!" Teacher Dan screamed as he felt another punch land on his already battered body. The pain surged through him, threatening to overwhelm his senses, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give in. Every part of him begged to surrender, but he held on, fueled by his unyielding resolve to shield his students.

Despite the agony coursing through his body, Teacher Dan met the eyes of his students, silently urging them to stay resilient. "Stay strong," he conveyed without words, his determination shining through his gaze, even as tears streaked down his face, his efforts to appear strong for his students evident. " I-It be fine e-everyone, I-I be fine. I just need to endure a little longer."

With that thought in his mind, Teacher Dan prepared himself for the next punch, because that's what it meant to be a teacher — to keep the students safe, no matter what.

(Little Dark Age Lyrics)

[Policemen swear to God, love seeping from their guns

I know my friends and I would probably turn and run

If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge

Bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age]

To be continued