Chapter 1.1
Night Edge
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The end of the day wasn't as furious as the beginning. All the students wanted to go home to their families or date their college lovers so Loskai was left alone with lax teachers in the school.
This was the only time he would have the whole library floor to himself. The books, the computers and even knowledge kept hidden in the librarian's desk.
However, he didn't feel like playing today. Yesterday's work was tiring and he wanted to take it slow. The bruises were faint and hidden under his long hair and clothes, they still ached.
Thinking about the smug grins looking down at him made Loskai become enraged. Because of them, he had difficulty in working.
Bastards!
Sitting on a chair infront of a computer, he began searching for more material to print out as well as sending an email to his father's sister.
The email was not much of importance but she was his benfiter, all he needed was to show results.
Till half-past four came, he pasted pages of exercise and technique's before printing them when a staff came to lock the doors.
Returning back to his apartment, the was a crowd hooligans besides the hotel. Each side was recognised as different fractions by their clothing colours.
Barking and taunts rained down at both ends while the majority gasped their weapons at each other.
"Get out of our turf ya purple shirt."
"Come here and say that to my face bitch!"
A person came approaching him from the other side wearing dull monochrome colours. A cheap grey shirt and black pants proudly showing his alliance to the gang of this area.
"Hey tosser. What are you doing walking away? Get these crackfaces out with us."
Of course, since anyone living here would have to obey the Wyverns, naturally I nodded silently.
Loskai was use to hearing arguments. From between family members when he and his dad lived with his mom, being dragged into one to strangers like so, and even between public officials.
Loskai and Matevz, the one dragging him, pushed aside the grey worms and serpents. The monochrome members were agitated at first but awe and shock spread.
Matevz, one of handfuls of Wyverns was known to take care of juniors of the gang. Mainly to wing good fighters under his own separate group of elites to later train as new Wyverns.
Ramming through the crowd, Loskai spotted fimilar faces and builds, especially the two big bastards earlier in the morning
Finally at the front with Matevz, he pushed Loskai forward with an evil smile painted on his face.
"Make me proud tosser." He spatted casually.
I looked down at the scrawny opponents infront of me. Only very few had real lean muscle but only on the bone.
Straved, abused, desperate and frustrated. The so called royals is like a miniature monarchy, one person ruling over their gang as kingpin over 'noble' scammers, thief's or anyone valuable. The rest, 'peasents', is the results infront of me.
I took a step forward while using my own figure to imitate them for my own use. Because I was one of some thicker fellas beside the big bastards, I was a perfect vanguard.
The two newcomers were bought forth behind me as rooks for this archer[1]. A better organized ramble that the leaderless peasants.
Taking a step forward, the peasents infront stumbled backwards and rose their clumsy weapons.
Ignoring broken glass bottles, metal pipes, pocket knifes and all. I immediately dash forward and roundhouse kicked the closest one at the rips when he rose his arm, probably thinking I would go for his face.
The most dangerous one, broken glass bottle wielder, out of the way. I used the twisting momentum to rip off a rod from one of the startled men and began stabbing them.
Not a slash, swing or bash with the rusty beam but stabbing them with the blunt end.
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With allies rushing behind me as the peasents regained their drugged or dim senses, it was risky to do any large movements.
As I was submerged by the grey crowd, I kept low to hide my blue uniform and dived into the makeshift purple rags and bands.
Bending, even breaking if weak knees in odd directions till I was eventually at the back of the group. The charge was full of hostilities and resistance, but the would main slash at each other in the chaos.
Sweeping around, holding the rod as a bar. I thrown a swing as the confused peasents that his at the back of their own comrades.
The rod tore through skin and bathe itself in blood, leaving peels of rust in their spewing blood in return.
Infiltration, infection, fear and confined. I dashed after anyone who saw my existence, casing the last line to be cut into unconscious, bleeding and sick bodies.
One from the second. Last turned back to run after seeing the front was closing in towards them, only to meet a an elite with bloodied hands staring down at him.
More and more realised the situation of the front and turned around to see the same Gordy scene. It was one Vs many.
Loskai, despite having a good face just as his brother. He was very horrifically bad at smiling teasingly unlike Rayval. This resulted in the darkest, sharpest end nightmare looking at the peasents.
Despite knowing this, even when he, himself hates smiling. Loskai couldn't help but get excited at the power he felt from their fear.
Quickly taking of his shirt and tying it around his waist, his sack still on his back. He ran down the first to flee.
A heavy tackle to their side, the rod was heaved above his head broken into their skulls.
The others began to run for their life's as Loskai nicked his kills. But unfortunately for peasents, Loskai was confident in his speed. After all, it was no joke being the second fastest runner in the college.
With new weapons, he was able to jab, sever and disable the slow peasents with ease and leaving them to trip over the others.
Nice looking one. Loskai thought as he inspected the new pocket knife. Must've been stolen from the other side.
He held onto it instead of pocketing it with his bloody hands. School was tomorrow and blood is hard to clean off clothes.
Walking back into to celebrating gang, looking over the savaging figures Loskai went up to Matevz and opened up his sack.
"Can you sign this, need note for school." Loskai was hold both prewritten note and pen at the very edge, trying to lessen the blood on the items.
"Thanks."
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Combing his long slick hair over his scalp after drying it, Loskai spread the recent printer sheets of information over the bed at the back.
On the papers were diagrams and vivid explanations of martial techniques and exercises related to the martial moves.
At first, it was only a hobby of collecting pieces of data of fantasy monsters and magic spells. But after the years, his carefree life changed and his hobbies were honed for survival.
'The Folder'. He calls it. Its depth had been building up since he started. Currently as he set the pages in order of exercises and techniques corresponding to them, Loskai shifted the pages of the folder to basic fitness.
Rayval is scrawny but his goons aren't just brains. Their strength as a unit can defeat the whole Royal gang if they have limitless stamina. That's if the Nobles haven't hired hitmen.
Loskai was just one man, two eyes and four limbs. There was a limit to what he could do by himself. To defeat those muscle strategist first. That is what his motivation is.
After an extremely throughout understanding of the paper, he rolled papers that was most likely to be forgotten and headed out after a decent rest and feed.
Anyone would be tired after that fight, but for Loskai who endured much more than a little skimmish. It wasn't significant enough for him.
Nothing weighting him down nor having to worry about his clothes, he felt much lighter and free in the warm night of the town's air.
Jogging around dull and flickering streetlights, on the dumped, putrid paths and pass violated walls of buildings. The low-end part of the town is a excellent place to get yourself raped and mugged.
Dashing away from the active red light services, exposing their powdered, greased and distained bodies as wares. There was only either fight, fuck, dope, or scam available here.
Yet, though he was heading back to the school campus on the other side, there were lone workers hidden in the shadows.
A short sweet voice came out cover in darkness. Nevertheless, she couldn't hide the sharp tone at the end of her words. Similar to the ones who played with their throats too much.
"Hey. How's your day?"
Disgusting choked his tongue, not wanting to breathe in the stench. Gentleman he was, he didn't care.
"Try the other side of town whore. There's more work." Lazy bitch.
This is a place where all world problems was both at their extremes and or weakest. Poverty was everywhere yet everyone was at home. The rich had the poorest life's and the poor had the riches life's, but of course, rich in sickness and death.
Low-end places were havens for the unwelcome or the lonely. For the one wanting to hide or rise in infamousness!
The irony when poetry is reality. The tragedy that grips readers hearts, it breaks away parts of the victims soul. Yet don't we all love cruelty since we willingly- Or unwillingly do something for control? For the sake of our last goal? Can one say that they never caused another suffering or misfortune in any way?
Either way. It surrounds every living thing in the purpose of life. The tragedy can either kill you or gives one strength.
Loskai grasped his fist tighter, already have experienced such a time in his sort life. It was recent, but more was to come if he wants to rise what he was given by others.
[1] Archers were the pieces now known as bishops on chess before religion became apocalyptic 😓 and thanks to that. Hundreds thousands of women died due to church influence of creating a witch-hunt.
Don't know if that's good or bad if that didn't happen and women to men ratio changed. Modern feminist would've taken the world now aye?