Why do they think that they can hurt me? Everyday it's the same routine, 32 steps through the main gate, 112 to get to class, straight, then to the right. They grab my hair, pulling my head down. It Hurts. I always wince or let out a small yelp, and they laugh pulling harder. I look up through tear soaked eyes, it’s the same group of four. The one pulling my hair is Dane, he was my friend once, or so I thought. It turns out he just wanted to ask out my sister, who beats me as well. Once he figured that out, I was a goner. What could I do? A girl chuckles whispering in my ear, “Crying so early? Little stain can’t take anymore beating?” She's right in my face. I should smash my head against her perfect teeth so no boy would ever want her. But it’s really not worth the trouble.... “Should we stop Stain? Is it all too much stain…”. She antagonizes me further, Claire…the ex-girlfriend to the leader of their group. She’ll do anything to impress that jerk, “Good! Little stains like you should just give up and die really.” I grit my teeth.
“Careful, he’ll bite” Looking past I see the bastard, Sitting smugly arm, wrapped around another girl. Jason Zeus of all the spoiled brats, and lucky bastards to walk on earth. Born to inherit the spirit of Zeus himself. He sits on his imaginary throne. Anne Hathor, Head tilted into his shoulder smiling down on me like I’ve been gifted. Born beautiful, blonde, eyes blue enough to pierce the sky, and most of all a power, to take the world throne. Not to mention their other title, Tyrannical leaders of forest high. “Hmm?” he hums to himself, head tilting curiously, standing up, approaching me. Leaning forward,
“Something look funny to you?” I look down, Dane pulls my hair back forcing me to look him in the eyes. “If I ask you a question…What do you do?” Staring down at me, none of the rest of the class is even paying attention. The teachers can’t even intervene, the world's power is so unfair. Why must I be their punching bag, I don’t understand. Every person is born with a last name inheriting the spirit of some deity, no matter how obscure. Why am I cursed to be worthless?
He smacks my face. Staring into his eyes I see lightning crackle.
“I-I-I a-a-answer…”
“Exactly! I knew you understood, see I know you're secretly a smart guy aren’t you?”
He looks away from me, “This whole school is under my thumb, and yet I only torment a few…”
Speaking up to the rest of the class, who can’t even look at me “You should be grateful to poor Redo here! His sacrifice saves all of you from a beating, if anything I’m a righteous king. I mean I could have my way with any of you but instead I will continue to play with my toy, but if one day he were to break.” He looks down at me grinning from ear to ear, with an evil so fierce the whole class could feel it. Lightning crackled and sparked in his palm. “You’d all be next.” Jason nods his head to Dane, who lets go of me. “I'll see you later Stain.” he chuckles leaving the classroom. Stain… nicknamed to me years ago for pissing my pants after being hung off the roof by my ankles. My scalp bleeds slightly from Danes pull. Son of Pele, Hawaiian god of violence. I can’t help but think about the worst of them. Of all these people who sit around and watch, who pray for my survival only so they might not be next. Sitting down at my assigned desk, it's covered in splinters and bloodstains. A dent from my own forehead on the desk. I'll
have to get the notes from my teacher afterwards, as during the whole fiesta she just continued teaching. We weren’t learning anything relevant to me. Im predestined to be inferior to everyone else, no C.V skill or connection can change my curse. My name. Redo Name, Redo dubbed by my family, and Name. Inherited by my spirit, except. There is no spirit, name is a placeholder for what there should be. My family lived in slums until my father became the butler for a very kind family of Supreme gods. The Hestia family, However we are yet again disgraced. The bell rings, and I'm approached by my teacher,
“Next time try to pay attention in class.” Passing me notes, I continue to stare blankly at my desk. “I am sorry, but you have to make the most of your situation…No matter how bleak.” I silently put the notes in my bag, there's no point in having this conversation, being expelled would be only for my benefit. The school won’t get rid of me, or Jason would take out his sadistic fantasies on everyone instead of just me. I don’t know how I haven’t died yet. Most would have thought Jason would have taken it too far, or I would’ve ended it all myself. I will admit early on I definitely considered it an option. One year after they had started their torment, I stood on top of our city's bridge. Ready to jump. I heard a voice in my ear, it was my own voice, but it wasn’t shaky. “Eat the Pain, feel the rage, let it build for as long as it takes. You will have your revenge.” Maybe it was a delusion or a small sickly attempt my fragile brain had to stay alive. But it motivated my every action, 45 steps out of the classroom. 540 steps left down the hallway, people make way for me. They know the routine. It always goes silent when I walk down the hallway. It's as if the school acknowledges me as its massive flaw. Apparently we are better than most schools, others are filled to the brim with gangs, and power control and abuse prevalent on every person. But our school is mostly peaceful, me being the universal toxicity bleeding into their paradises. 180 steps right, walking into the bathroom 18 steps, there he was waiting for me. Jason.
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Standing before them, Dave, Jason, Anne, and Claire. Passing along a vape to each other, Jason stares me down.
"W-w-what…" I stutter, what does he want me to do today? He smiles, sending shivers down my spine. His smile burns into my soul, his eyes spark accompanied with his evil glare. The smile is always followed by my own dismay.
"Strip." His smile fades. The other three acting like he hadn't just asked me to throw away my dignity
"T-thats…"
"That's, what?"
"T-that's t-to far…" I stammered
"Too far…?" Walking up to me he punches me in the gut. I keel forward stooped over, spitting out blood. He hit me so hard, I feel like throwing up. "Now strip." Lurching forward, I can hear crackling and sparking. Is he gonna shock me? Man getting shocked sucks. "I guess you're not getting the picture." Grabbing onto my shoulder I close my eyes and hold my breath, and scream. It's so painful, I can feel my whole body heating up, tingling from my toes to my fingertips. Dropping to the floor he kneels down to me asking me again. "S-T-R-I-P". Coughing, tears streaming from my face, I can feel the burn marks on my shoulder. More imprints that'll never fade. Raising my arms as I take my shirt off. He pulls me off the ground and shoves me in front of a mirror, snot is running from my noses and blood is running down my chin. The tears won't stop flooding. "Look at those marks, you'd think they would remind you to be obedient." I see the black marks down my arm, I wear long sleeves to hide them. I hate being reminded of my place in this stupid hierarchy. "You should be grateful, chicks dig scars." Shut Up, shut up, shut up, shut up. It floods my mind. He's a jerk to everyone and everything, "or are you not into chicks, I can't say for myself but you probably aren't appealing men either, but who knows." He snatches the vape from his friend blowing a cloud of smoke onto my burns. It hurts. "Keep going then." He smirks. Do I really have to do this? I can't fight back; he will burn me even worse. I take my pants off, leaving me in my boxers in front of all four of them. Tears, snot and blood cover my body.
"Ew, he's so gross!" Claire exclaims, pointing at me covering her mouth.
"Shut Up Claire" Jason tells her, Claire pouts and looks at the ground shuffling her feet awkwardly. Jason asks me "Is this what you think fully stripped means?" He can't be serious, is this not embarrassing enough, do I need to lose my humanity as well? This isn't fair, why is he allowed to do this…I'm already on my knees now begging him to let me free with whatever dignity I have left.
He flashes his signature smile, my reaction only spurring him on further. "After all this time you thought begging would do anything?" He laughs hysterically prompting the rest of them to laugh with him. I can't do this. It's too much. I stand up, panicked and do something I know I'll regret, I run. Running into the hallway in only my boxers 140 no 166? I don't how many steps it's taking me this isn't what I do, I sprint down the hall away from the bathrooms, where am I gonna go? Where can I go? There's no salvation for me, this is only going to end in me being hospitalized. Making a break for the entrance I can feel all the eyes on me, I can hear all the whispers "he's dead meat now!", "If he dies are we next.", "He should have just taken it, what a weakling." Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! What do they know, if they were in my shoes that would've been dead by now. Thoughts streaming out my ears, like the tears and blood that flows out of my face. I hear a faint yelling from afar, and I know it's too late. It doesn't matter what he said…if I'm in earshot of Jason. It's already over me. I close my eyes, as a flash of light springs in front of me followed by a huge clap of thunder. I freeze, opening my eyes in horror as Jason stands before me again, his eyes glowing yellow and hands and legs surrounded by electricity. "You're dead now STAIN!" a jolt of pain and I wince, as he grabs hold of my arm. Then I screech out as another large electrical charge is shot through my system, an audible screech can be heard from his arm as he charges another set of volts. Teachers and students are now watching from outside their doors, Jason grabs my other arm with his remaining arm, sending twice the input. I scratch at my skin but he's not letting me move. He laughs "Today's the day you die!" He yells grabbing onto my head. "Good ni-", I can feel my head tingle and everything goes black.
For a moment, everything becomes nothing. My vision, smell, feeling, sight, couldn't be described as anything more than nothing. It's kind of peaceful. I don't feel fear, anger, resentment, or regret. All the things I was familiar with vanish and are replaced with nothingness. This isn't so bad…
"So you did it, huh?" What…is that a voice? Impossible, it must be some fading memory.
"So much rage, and resentment, we have got a lot to work with!" I frown a little, opening my eyes. I can't tell where I am, everything is white, ahead of me I can see a familiar person sitting on a large white chair, rubbing my eyes, the person sitting on the chair…is me?
"We have a lot to talk about!" He smiles, leaning forward,
"Wh-who are y-y-you?" I ask stuttering, the anxieties I felt before come rushing back.
"Me? Hmm, I don't have a specific Name per say, so I guess you can just call me The Name Guy!
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