Something I've never manage to get is why people like to talk so much. What's the point in talking so much if the person you're talking with is not yourself? I understand people that only talk with themselfs, that never talk with outsiders but always talk with themselfs. It's logic, nobody really care's about you, the only one you can relly on is on yourself, nobody else, nobody.

Talking with people from outside is stupid, the only reason in it is when you want to make yourself clear, you hate him or you're fine with him. Me? I've been honest with everyone, every classmate of me knows what I think of them, what I think of everybody is.

Fuck you.

After everyone is told that they either back away and never talk to me, badmouth me, fight me, or simply shrug and say fine. Those that fight are the best, it's lovely to fight them and have a justification as to why I had to stab them with my nicely screwdriver. It's name is Kevin.

I've also got alot of friends, want to know them? First, and already named, is Kevin. Kevin is a stabby screwdriver, he likes to stab and stab until reaching the bones. If he is not able to reach the bones and penetrate them he's mad, he's only happy when he's able to stab.

My second friend is John. John is my nice and big boy hammer. Unlike Kevin, John loveeees to smash things. When we were little we liked to smash small bugs, cockroach were the best, they crunched alot lot. Now he's a biggie dude and he likes the best smash small animals and if we can, hand of my dear cuties classmates, they're so lovely when their face disorts in pain.

Im a bit excited, im sorry.

My third best friend is Isacc. Isacc is not a hammer screwdriver nor any physical thing. He's from an Astral place, he always encourage me to smash my classmates dear heads, he's my motivator. Not only that, he's awesome in fights, always warn me when someone's close enough to hit me, he's my lifesafer.

They're my best friends, they're the only ones I have.

"Ple-please, stop- Ack!"

As I said, I hate when people talk ¿Why do they even bother? Positions have been established and yours is to be crushed under my big pal John until he tires out.

Heh.. Seeing their face dawning in horror is so funny, reminds me of when dad and I were killing those Idiots called Hobos ¿Why were they bothering us asking for money? We are as bad as they're and we give a damn about em, they've got it deserved for their stupidity.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

'Hey pal when im going in?'

Oh Kev, im sorry, you ok John? Kev's a bit impatient for not being able to go the whole fight.

'Ya sre mhy dier pal yagoin in'

Such understanding an easy going pals is the best, they understand each others emotions and even thought they want it for themselfs, they will share, not after punishments but after willingness.

This time instead of crushing their hand im stabbing their hand, no more bruises and broken bones but rather deep wounds in which blood flows out.

They're 5. 5 against 4, but you know why they can't take me on? Because they don't have a special connection as I have with me 3 friends. If im in danger Isacc will warn me. If I've got to stab I've got Kevin. If I've got to crush I've got John. They have no one. They call themselfs 'friends' a group, but they're nothing more than fellows that know each others, nothing more nothing else. They don't work together, they can't communicate with nothing more than words, they're weak, they have weak bonds, they're trash and nothing else.

'Hey pal, seems like whitie want to stand up, also, he got a partner' said Isacc, as said, he warms me in fights, he's pretty much the mind while we are the brawn.

The partner my balls. Whitie probably doesn't even know the name of his slashy knife, they probably don't even communicate properly. Such an idiot, he deserve to die.

'Ready Kev?'

'As always pal'

The idiot warns me, shout me he has a knife. An idiot, doesn't he know im not blind? Why does he think ill back off because he shouts he has a knife? Talking is useless, we're going to fight, thats is.

Or rather I thought we were going to fight. His pathetic wild slashing is easily predictable and disrupted, knife not more in hand but rather in the ground. Kevin deep in his shoulder, his knee, his bicep, his forearm, everything is a beautiful color of red and screaming are heard on the alley, I keep on, both, me and Kev beyond happiness and glee as we stab this idiot mouthful bastard.

His 'friends' are watching him horrified. They're idiots, useless idiots that call themselfs 'friends' 'pals' 'brothers' bunch of idiots that try to be something they're not.

Me, Kev, Jhon and Isacc. We, are friends, a group, a family, brothers in all but blood. And flesh. We may not be the most familiar related family, but we are a family nonetheless.

The idiot that hasn't repaid the debt is covering behind his remaining 'friends' with so many people why didn't he just repaid the debt asking for money? Strange, idiots. Whatever, blood is hard to be spilled this days, Kev and John have been impatient and this is simply perfect, job and fun hardly comes together.

2 of them have already been dealt with, I don't understand why haven't they ganged up on me, if done so they would have a slight chance to win, anyways, better for me.

As I close on them they cover in fear, it's a delightful sight, it's not new, i've seen it happend alot of times before, but still it's a precious sight to remember, no matter how many times I watch it.

Unfortunately, the scene is interrupted by a sudden message.

'Player registered'

'Von Rat 'Summoner Lvl-1'

Huh?