Chapter 3
Apollo approached, brandishing a golden hockey stick sharpened to an edge rivalling that of his jawline. He swung it once unleashing a gust of trap music which with a harrowing SKEEEEEEET smashed into Painpin blowing off his right arm. Inid launched himself up into the air engaging Apollo in a close combat fight.
Although he was ripped Apollo was no match for Inid's Cyber style Jeet Kune Do which he studied online on Skillshare. As Apollo took a heavy right knee to the groin he flew away, summoning a hundred thousand apparitions, this was the legendary army of ex-girlfriends he had acquired after years of poor commitment.
Inid knew of the ex-girlfriend army well, he never would have treated them poorly.
“STACY! Sic 'em!” Apollo shouted, launching the horde at Inid.
Inid could never hurt a woman and was forced to play the fight defensively, soon he was overwhelmed unable to do anything. He could see the light, was this the end?
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The corridor was empty, the class had begun but Inid sat there unable to move. Where was he? He remembered now, school, what a wretched place. The walls smelt old and the sound of chatter was nauseating. Inid looked down and touched his belly, he was fat again, touching his face the acne had returned.
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Was that adventure a dream? Or had he finally met his end?, This was worse than any hell he concluded, slumped against the wall, his dream world had been shattered.
Loud running could be heard from down the corridor, a pretty blonde girl was headed towards Inid. The same one that was summoned by Apollo.
He called out to her but she seemed not to acknowledge his presence. He could help her, he had the power now. This must be Apollo’s doing, he grabbed her arm but she pushed him back, he lay sprawled out on the ground unable to move, paralysed. She screamed at him, words incoherent, the sound was a blur, he wanted to cry, he wanted to run.
The classrooms burst open, kids pouring out all staring all pointing, the laughing and snickering echoed through Inid's skull, it was deafening. Stacy was crying in Apollo’s arms but he could see her shit-eating grin, sadness and shame turned to anger, anger to vengeance, vengeance into sheer determination.
They were all the same.
They were all the fucking same.
They would all fucking pay.
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Stacy ran at Inid again this time swinging her sharpened claws at him but it was blocked. Inid felt different like something had snapped. No swords, no guns. He clenched his fist and started swinging viciously like a rabid animal. The apparitions attacked but one by one they fell, haymaker after haymaker Inid clubbed them down, smashing the girls into a fine pulp.
Apollo was spectating the fight from afar, rather horrified at the sight. He knew the girls weren’t real but the slaughter was enough to get a reaction out of anyone.
He decided to fly down and talk to Inid,
“Look, man, we were just messing-” a fist smashed into Apollo’s face.
“Are you fucking serious, I’m going-” boot to the face
“Wa-” stomp to the head
“Ple-” another one
Inid could still hear the rasping breathing of Apollo, his lungs attempting to draw air in through a crushed windpipe. A gurgling sound echoed through the hillside as blood flooded his lungs, drowning the chad from the inside.
Painpin and Rinbu looked from afar scared of the half-dead body, but Inid couldn’t hide his uncontrollable smile. He was sure of it now, he was the chosen, he was the hero.