Soul Eater ZZZ

Chapter 4【Hibiki】:Beatrice

It was a difficult ordeal, but I had to run around the campus gathering my bears and put them in my backpack. To make sure I had all of them, I counted my furry-friends. Jackson, Sherb, Alice, Ky, and Bo. One more to go, I thought to myself while in search. I looked for her all over the campus and had no luck. I started to worry again, hoping she did not fall down the stairs just like that boy. The stairs! I had unintentionally skipped that area while I was looking. I regain hope and jogged to the stairs, hoping to see my happy, bright-eyed black bear.

That is not what I saw. I saw my poor, injured black bear lying in a pool of blood. Around her was a pair, a male and a female, and a happy crowd congratulating them. Anger pervades my entire body, and before I know it, I am aggressively running toward the two "heroes." I ran up to the male because he seemed more fragile, and kicked him in the balls.

The male holds where it hurts and slowly falls on the ground. The female pushes me away and goes to comfort the "wounded" man. Do they know I am not done yet? Now it's the girl's turn; I look for her weak spot. I decide to dive for her stomach. I jab her sides hard and start ticking her to death. She is in a mixture of tears and laughter.

During her torture, I peer over to my bear to see if it was ok. The bear had gotten up, grabbed out her emergency first aid kit, and tended her wounds, just like I taught her. With relief, I remove my hands from her stomach and put my baby into the bag. I turned over to my victims and muttered,
"That's what you get for harming poor, 3 year old, Beatrice!"

The crowd was puzzled by my actions, and just watched me drag my bear sack or backpack back to the newcomer room. While returning, a mixture of embarrassment and pride rushed through my body. I had won my first battle! Well, it was petty and they were not prepared, but I guess that counts. When I had reached my destination, I rested my bag against the wall.

Maybe, I thought to myself, I should drag my victims back so they would not have the trouble of walking here, just out of kindness. I traveled back to the awkward bodies and picked them up. The boy who had fallen down the stairs came up and fainted. Just to have a good reputation, I dragged him too. The biggest struggle was bringing them to the room. It felt as I was holding the heaviest bowling balls and bringing them up the stairs. "What do they eat?" I wondered to myself.

When I came back to the room, class was about to start. The bodies I moved woke up and joined the lesson. The instructor, a strange looking man, told us that we needed to find partners. I gulped miserably as I thought, how will I find a partner after everyone saw my obsession, saw me kick someone in the balls, and tickle someone to death?