"Caainn!" A cute girl with a bright smile ran up to a boy standing by a window; the rain made soft sounds on the glass as the rain fell.

The boy or Cain was reading a thick book. He had dark brown hair that was curly and ran down to his shoulders. His jaw was perfect, not too forward and not too wide. He had full lips that made him look slightly girly. His eyes were sharp and had hints of Asian curves to them.

His pale grey eyes turned to the girl. Getting off the window ledge, he stood up and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Wow he is so tall!" The girl thought with a blush.

"What do you need, Sara?" Asking the question without a hint of any emotion, cain stared at the young girl with his pale eyes.

"Umm Mr.Noel just needs to see you about the upcoming group project is all, I didn't mean to be a bother!"

Adjusting his glasses, he spoke in a soft voice that somehow projected itself further than one would expect. "No bother at all, you were simply following orders, it's not like you had a choice. So lead the way then."

"Okay!" She turned on her heels and started to walk down the hall. Sara was the prettiest girl in the private school she and Cain attended. Both of them were in their senior year and only had 4 more months before they got out.

She had dark hair tied back in a perfect bun and had dark soft skin. Her pretty lips were full and looked almost pouty, but that added to her charm. Her eyes were a liquid honey brown and screamed intelligence.

But what drew the boy's attention the most was her mature and curvy body. Besides that, she had a mature air around her; she usually wore long skirts with turtle necks and was currently wherein a tiny gold chain with her usual clothes. Such was the correct attire for the school they went to.

Cain looked at the back of the girl walking in front of him with no emotion. "I can't wait to be out of this place, it's suffocating." Watching the girl for a few more minutes, he cast his gaze on the walls.

"Grey like everything else in this school, it's so bland. The people that made this place can't be called professionals with this level of taste. Disgusting just like the men that made them."

"Sigh, I can't wait to get home and relive a little bit of this stress. And my father should be back from his trip today!" Smiling to himself, cain was looking forward to seeing his father.

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Cain's father was a wealthy man that organized underground fighting rings. The fights that Cain's father organized always made millions of dollars. Because no matter the times' people loved watching others kill each other.

Although it was highly illegal, it was trendy amongst the elites of every society. Cain's father had been in Russia for a while now organizing some significant fights and was finally coming back to his home in Newyork after a considerable payload.

Walking into a room, the duo was greeted by their teacher Mr.Noel with a polite smile. Standing up from his seat, he cleared his throat and looked at the two youngsters, his gaze lingering on Sara a little more than appropriate.

"As you two know, the group project is coming up soon, but even more important than that is we will be compared to the other elite schools in New York!" Slamming his hand on the desk, he looked cain in the eyes with a glare.

"I will not tolerate failure in this project everything must be perfect do you understand me Cain?" He continued to look cain in the eyes with a glare.

Cain stared back without a hint of anger. His grey eyes unmoving. He said nothing and continued to stare at Noel with zero movements.

"Who does this brat think he is? Does he think he is better than me because his daddy is rich?" Not stopping his glare while looking at Cain, he spoke out again.

"I don't care if your daddy is rich! If you don-"

"I will rip out your organs and hang you with them if you don't stop running your mouth." Cain's crisp voice broke out. The room was silent as both Sara and Noel looked at the boy in front of them with wide eyes.

They were terrified that he said it without emotion and sounded sincere. Stepping forward, cain looked down on the 6'0 foot tall noel and brought his face close to the teacher, and he whispered in his ear.

"I don't tolirate disrspect in any form, you are just a baseless pedo that wants to have sex with teenagers. If you put one more foot out of line either with your words actions or gazes I will rip your life to shreds and laugh at the aftermath."

The whispering even less volume he spoke once again." Now laugh like I told a joke that way Sara doesn't blab." Pulling back his head, cain smiled, and noel started to laugh.

"Oh, I see the joke now, Cain!" Laughing for a bit longer than necessary, noel sat down. While wiping his forehead.

Picking up on the room's mood, Sara started to laugh in a shaky voice. "Okay, I think that I should leave now! Waving at Cain and nodding at noel, she left the room with a smile and a small wave.

Taking one last look at Noel, Cain left for his last class of the day, which was physics, his favorite by far. Cain was deeply interested in the sciences and how the world reacted.

He was relatively well versed in physics; hailing from a wealthy family, he had no issue accessing higher technology. This freedom allowed him to do pretty much whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

All in all, he had more money in technology than the average hospital.

Cain's last class passed rather quickly, and he made his way home; it didn't take long because he had a turbo-charged bike, with most of the parts on the motorcycle being outlawed. And it helped that every single cop knew of the bike and would steer away from when it tore the streets up.

No one would dare mess with the son of the most powerful man in the city. The city lights shone on his helmet, and the rain dripped off his suit. The water shone on the ground, making everything seem brighter than it actually was.

Pulling up to his family's gates, they opened for him when he pressed a button on his bike. Walking into his house, he was impatient to relax a little bit; it had been a long day, and he was exhausted.

He finally got to his room while greeting the varying maids and butlers while he walked through the halls. Walking in, he threw his jacket on his coat hanger and walked over to one of his walls, and started to push random spots in quick movements.

Soft mechanical clicks could be heard, and the wall opened up. Cain strolled into the room with even steps and flicked on the lights. Inside, a man was hanging by his wrist and attached to dangling silver cuffs.

"Mr.Smith nice to see you! You most be rather scared, not knowing where you are or what is happing, worry not for I will clear the doubt to your questions."

Pulling out a knife, he stared at the gagged and tattooed man. "To your first question, you are at the Venrea residence and for what is happening...well it's justice for the young kid you discided to mess with! That's right! I am talking about the young lad Miles!"

Smiling a soft smile, Cain's eyes became slightly bloodshot. "Let's have as much fun as you did with the boy, shall we?"