Renaissance of Chaos

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Hey! Nice seeing you all!

This is a rewrite of my series "Humans, Bugs and More" where I attempt to fix some of the problems of the old series (hopefully. Wish me luck.) The first chapters are going to be a bit heavy themed, so, yeah, watch out for that. Anyway, I'm curious to know what you think about it, so please let me know in the comments (it would also help me a lot).

Enjoy!

Another thunder, another crack of lightning, the world shaking in fright at the sound of the violent symphony of summer rain. Though it was still daytime, the sky was dark as night, heavy clouds blocking the light, keeping it away from the creatures below, so desperately yearning for the warmth and tenderness of the sun. The Heavens cared not, however, continuing to unleash their tears and sorrow upon the world like a grieving lover.

Through the crowded streets, through rows of umbrellas and rushing humans, you slowly made your way towards the bus station, a chill nesting into your bones from the drenched clothes. You held your head low but could still feel the stares of the passerby, gazing at your messed-up face with disgust and pity. Your wounds stung from the water dripping from your drenched hair down your face, vision impaired by the swollen eye. The cut on your lips had stopped bleeding, but the taste of iron still lingered on the tip of your tongue. Your knuckles ached, the injured tissue still bearing a dark, crimson color. The pain in your gut no longer bothered you, but it was still there, waiting for you to make a mistake, bend down even a little, to lunge at you like a starved beast.

You bumped into someone, then another, the words "sorry" leaving your lips in mechanical motion, the sound hollow and lost through the cries of the falling rain. You walked towards the bus station, one foot before the other. Your body was like a machine, executing the motions so familiar, they had long been imbedded into the muscles. Your mind wasn't there, in that suit of flesh and bones, but far away, lost in a haze of bloody events which took place only one or two hours ago.

It started no different from all other days, sitting in your seat, minding your own business while the others enjoyed the short recess you were given. Of course, there was the usual teasing and taunting from the class bullies. You've long learned to ignore them, focusing your attention on the book you were reading. The words "witch", "freak", "Satan-lover" had long lost their power over you and though it hurt to hear them once, now you couldn't bring yourself to care less. And of course, your lack of response did not please your bullies.

"Hey witch! You deaf or something? What are you reading? Haven't I told you to drop this Satanist crap?" Kristina taunted you, pulling the book out of your hands and tearing pages apart right in front of you, all while laughing as the others egged her on.

You watched, eyes staring blankly at the pages falling to the floor, hands resting in your lap. This wasn't new. She had done this before, that same book having torn asunder countless times before and each time, you put it back together with glue and string.

But this time..., this time things had been different for some reason.

Something snapped, and the next thing you knew, your punch made contact with Kristina's face, feeling the cartilage of the nose break beneath your knuckles. From then on, your memories were a messy blur of pain, punches, and screams. Some interfered, you think, but couldn't say for sure who. Even now, as the memory played over and over before your eyes, as you dragged your tired body towards the bus station, you could not remember who it was that landed the punch which painted your eye all shades of purple and blue. Nor who it was who made the contents of your stomach rush to your mouth like the aftermaths of a bad rollercoaster ride.