Villain To Kill - ONESHOTS+MORE

Broken

[A/N: Hello to everyone in this fandom, so yea I didn't have any good ideas for the title so you're stuck with this forever or at least until someone gives me a better idea.

So yes, this fic is basically what I imagined would've happened if Cassian just died and remained dead and the original Kwon Kangwoo snapped and got this catastrophe class power.

Enjoy this pitiful little drabble of mine;-;]

Cough cough! COUGH COUGH CO-

I wiped my mouth, still choking on the filthy water.

Wh- what happened? I think, my thoughts moving like molasses, along with my body.

"Ugh..." I groan, holding my throbbing head. It felt like someone ramming my brain with a sledgehammer.

"Why am I in the bath-"
It all immediately came back to me in a rush, I quickly grabbed the rim of seat of the toilet bowl to keep myself from falling to the white-tiled floor.

Those bullies dragged me over here even after I emptied my entire allowance and tried to drown me in this very toilet.

"Th-those...those bastards!" I muttered, my throat sore.
The pain in my head felt like it was being amplified with each passing second.

"Ugh...ugh, ow....ugh....aGH...AGH UH AAAAAAH!!"

A loud scream escaped my lips, I dropped on my knees without noticing, head clutched between my palms.

The pain was so intense, it felt like the entire bathroom was throbbing.

"AAARGH!! THOSE FILTHY BASTARDS!!! THOSE LITTLE SHITS DID THIS TO ME!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs, the sentences turning less and less coherent with each word.

I spilled out a string of curses so terrible, my sister would've stuffed my mouth with a bar of soap right this moment if she knew.

Those fuckers-! They tried to kill me! And then ran away like the cowards they are!

I no longer knew whether I was thinking or screaming. My head was stuffed full of pain. And anger. Intense, Insatiable, mind-numbing anger, seeping into my very bones, tearing apart every cell of my body....

Third person POV

The door to the boys bathroom opened, and an ordinary boy wearing glasses stepped inside, his hands covered in paint.

"Um, I think I heard yelling in here, anyone....need....any....help?"
His words trailed away upon noticing the person leaning on one of the toilets.

"Oh my god!" The boy exclaimed, straightening his falling glasses and rushing over to help the hunched boy.
"Hey whatever your name is, are you ok? You don't-" he froze, looking at the blood dripping from the boy's nose and dropping into the toilet, making the water red.

Cheesuz! He panicked mentally.
Blood, blood, this guy is bleeding, what do I do, what do I do, whatdoIdo???

"Uhm, ah, um," he muttered, trying to find his tongue.
"H-h-hold on! I'll go get the teacher! TEAC-"

The boy stopped, looking down at the sharp black claws poking out of his stomach.

What? Huh?
His brain struggled to function.
What the- I was calling for the teacher for this person, now I'm bleeding??

He stood dumbfounded, looking at the red spreading through the front of his shirt. The claws slid out of him, leaving behind four bloody holes.

He breathed his last and dropped to the floor, dead.