Chapter 1.2

Mother's knows well

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Meanwhile at home a certain alarm clock was alone, still holding time in its face while armed. Feeling lonely.

His owner only briefly returned home, yet he was already gone without a glance towards its figure.

'Baka master.'

- Tales of a tsundere alarm clock. Ruination.

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Many during this time of the night would say it was quite late. Two hours till midnight and Loskai was far from home, entering the campus.

The still chilly air was like a trap for anyone who wanted to move out in the open. Because of the moist atmosphere, the cold felt more apparent.

Slipping through the gates of the litten up school. Loskai felt envious for such a place to use so much electricity when noone was around.

It was clearly evident why he was jealous. His home is only the size of a small class room that has less than one handful of lights.

 The lights casted a great feeble shadow behind him. When he strolled closer, his shadow darkened as it shrunk.

Sweat glistened on his dark skin, creeping down from underneath his bangs and shirt. It made him uncomfortable so he threw his shirt off and wrapped around his waist to cool off.

 His steps were quiet, but each of his breath sounded like they were heaving loud enough to resound across the campus. What's more, at some point he could hear footsteps in the distance. The back courts from his accuracy.

At first, he decided to leave until he heard the voices echoing from behind the large buildings.

They were distorted in the echoes, except, if those guys weren't snouting and squealing while trampling him last week he wouldn't be able to know.

Loskai kept silent as he approached forward to the source. Giving his ears all his effort to maintain. With the heavy contrast of shadows and lights, illusions were easily to manifest.

Metal squeaked and clasped at each other. The school's outdoor fitness equipment were in use of two people that stood out painfully from his memories. Cain and some other guy Loskai didn't know his name.

 A short break after reaching the fitness quarters was the plan Loskai had in his routine, to calm the adrenaline that made his blood surge rapidly through his veins. However, the sounds of grunts puffing out of the individuals told him that the other side had the opposite goals.

 The very moment his mind coward at the potential danger, he laughed at his own pitful mind. His body wanted revenge but his brain was tourturing itself with memories of agony.

Finally around the building, he was under the led lights that gleamed hearty like a blanket wrapped apon him.

 The crunch of his footsteps caught the attention of Rayval's two accomplices. Their faces were garden at Loskai sudden appearance, except when they saw it was him, they spat at his presence.

As if it was just a minor break, they continued playing their own game of basketball. Yet not entirely ignoring Loskai who's eyes were obscured by a band of dense darkness.

 They weren't as active as before seeing that they're walking with effort instead of running across the court. Their movements slightly jagged by slight stiffness, the source of their discomfort was at the bars, training to one day murder them away from sight.

It wasn't a secret that Loskai has been training, infact, it was thoroughly believed that he is a battle maniac and crazy rumors has lately been circulating in the campus.

"He's a gang leader of the biggest criminal group in the town that's connected to the city."

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"I heard he killed more than twenty people last year. "

"Someone leaked that Loskai has been distributing drugs in the black markets."

Some where random and funny for him while others were plain full of malice to spite him.

Drugs, murder, rape. Someone who hates him to the core is spreading those bullshit. Keeping the school and hypocrites on him.

 Loskai pulled himself up calmly while he watch down coldly at the two playing basketball. At the second slam of the ball on the hoop board. Cain twisted at Loskai's position with a unceasing irritation.

"What the hell are you looking at huh?!" Cain shouted. 

 Loskai muttered to himself as he slowly done push ups. His grudge isn't specifically at his brother's goons, but then again they did do all the dirty work with their own freedom.

My legs are getting more flexible and tougher, thanks to the exercises. He quietly spoke to himself. My arms sucks right now because of everything. And Cain isn't as smart or skilled as the others.

Dropping from the bars, he only fluttered his eyes at the other one. Slim and only just a little shorter than Loskai himself.

He was the faster one between the two, however, only just Cain and the boy himself. From what Loskai knew, the tiny senior was worser than Rayval physically. 

But your the puppeteer aren't you? Second to the mastermind. A sneer creep on Loskai's face.

What do you have that I don't? You standing infront Rayval, as a figurehead, can't compare to someone who survived against him directly.

"Hey you little black shit. Why are you here?" Cain grinded his teeth together. Anger, frustration, agitated. Loskai could only guess those. 

Coming up behind Cain with the basketball was Kurl who was intensely studying Loskai, accurately his arms which should of been plastered in a case from three days ago.

Noone could see the injury during the day because the college uniform has wide sleeves on all shirts, and Loskai was the type to bring any attention to himself, in addition to that it made the rumors all the more believable if he was shady.

But tonight Loskai was half nude, his thick shirt around his waist, the bleeding purple bruises were on full display that even caught Cain's attention.

It was brutal yet Loskai was utterly unaffected.

 Kurl worked up from his glare when Loskai said something  that made Cain's mad.

Cain was about to launch a bold and terrific punch, full of vigour and absolution that anyone would be frightened into a parry stance.

While Kurl expected Loskai would try defend. Unexpectedly, he was out of his sight and something else from below was coming up.

 Cain in the other hand didn't even registered the disappearance, after all, in the same second of the throw of his punch, a heel shocked the bottom of his jaw.

Straigthening his pose after the reverse-spin heel kick, Loskai didn't give two fucks about honour and trampled over the dazed Cain. 

Crushing Cain's skull apon the asphalt. Shredding his face on the tar and worn edged pebbles.

 "What are you gonna do poppet?" Loskai said so darling as a joke. Or at least tried to sound like it with his grit heavy voice.

"Sorry." Not a short hesitation, Kurl ran away! 

 'Dissk,' wasting my time.

 Due to Loskai momentary pause, Cain's head was staggering upwards. Loskai only stomped his head in response, definitely cracking it before changing the hare.

 Kurl only made it to the edge of the building before being tackled by the of course; second fastest runner in the campus among students. And ironically so called zombie, Lok.

 The ball popped out of Kurl's grasp as he was tackled and face slammed onto the the brick wall infront. He couldn't move around the building when he was falling.

"Puah?!"

Blood squirtted from his dislocated nose and sprinkled his vision. As much as he wanted to run, the pain was so unbearable that his mind was blank.

Loskai intentionally used his knees and elbows on the moaning Kurl if had his face covered with his own hands, crying for himself and the pain inflicted on him. It really very kinda pissed off Loskai at this self pity.

"Huh? Do you want something to cry about!"

Grabbing a handful of hair. Loskai brought up the tear-streaked and bleeding face of Kurl, frantically begging with his swallow eyes.

Loskai couldn't help but thing out loud to himself, to the misery of Kurl. The words struck him like a chore.

"Disgusting."

 A knee flew toward Kurl face, sending him off for good. Knocked out cold, Loskai scavenged through both Kurl's and Cain's pockets to taking anything transferrable for himself. 

A sports watch (seems like sports things are the hype now), and a wallet from Kurl which was made of fabric with tic tac button and full of money. Anything with Kurl's profile was left on the floor, even his bank card.

Da hell you got a wallet with you at this time of the night anyways? 

He wasn't foolish enough to leave fingerprints on the cards. Nothing worse than providing evidence with an already rapped reputation of half truths.

No trace. No DNA. No effort. Don't mess with the ones people call hooligans nor take seriously those who says they are so proudly.

That was what Loskai learnt. It meant that real gold is hidden in stones, and while shit can be shiny and yellow, it also stink a lot.

 In one word. Wannabes.

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Kurl's face haunted his mind as Loskai wasted his hands back at home. His spoils on the kitchen counter while the folder and rolled paper was on the only table. Reality sunk backwards as the hateful times resurfaced.

Can't live my own fucking life. Can't have a peaceful family. Dad can't fucking stay alive.

Loskai's knuckles popped at his riping fist along with his wrist twisting at the tension of his forearm muscle tighting.

A weak stupid little shit.

That was his mother spat out behind his back loudly as if he was deaf. He did know whether it was at him if father but he wasn't going to forget it.