Starting With a Bang

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High School actually sucks in so many way, just like western education, in overall.

Shitty education system, shitty teachers, shitty students, shitty-everything.

There's some gems amongst the teachers and the students, like, Heather? Yeah, Heather is a good example. Also, Duke, yeah. She kinda counts.

But, still, everything that he's experiencing in high School completely screams Hollywood.

It's simply surreal.

Eversince he hatched this plan, He had set up a very low standard, but HOLY FUCK.

Alex mentioned that his high school experience was far duller than what he is facing, so he should be a little more grateful and enjoy it.

Right, he forgot the fact that American high schools are famous for one thing.

Ilya is cursing quietly in her native language as she hugs a bunch of their trembling classmates to console and comfort them as they weep quietly on her embrace.

Maria and Valeria is amongst those who were pushing chairs, desks, and any other furnitures to block the doorways.

As for Damian...

He just sat there in his seat, with a look of disbelief, but also, annoyance in his face.

A fucking school shooter in Olympus.

"Damian!" Ilya shouted at him, although in a more hushed manner. "Shit, Dimy! Don't space out! Get down here!"

His body automatically responded like a robot, but at the same time, his mind was running a thousand and one things.

Who in the almighty flying fuck is shooting up his school?

A fucking emo? Some random retard? Those delinquents who fucks around, every now and then?

Make no mistake, as much as he had grown to dislike a part of the school and it's less-favorable individuals (Like that spoiled creep Andrew, who spend all his time flexing to everyone about how rich his parents were and throws a tantrum by rolling all over the floor whenever a girl rejects him), the fact remains over one thing.

New York is Mercer's Bitch, the same way Olympus is his.

So, when you tell him that someone is shooting up his school, the thought of the casualties and so on are nothing but an afterthought.

It was the audacity that triggers him.

A sonar pulse was sent, and the perpetrator's exact location was immediately discovered.

The next time Ilya would turn her head toward his direction, she will only find an empty desk.

"Dimy?" She looks around in confusion, "Wait, where did Damian-?"

"Ilya, where's Dimy?" Maria asked, as she sits down next to her with a worried look
"I thought he was still in his seat!"

"I know, right?!" The brunette looked around in complete disbelief, the frown on her face mirrors the stress building up in her head. "Oh, for FUCK sakes! Where did he go?! Guys, did you see Damian?!"

Valeria, who were already by Maria's side, didn't say anything.

She saw him left.

While everyone was distracted, she saw him getting up from his seat and wordlessly opening one of the windows, before vaulting off. All without making a single noise.

He did glance back, and his eyes met with hers.

At that moment, Valeria knows that whoever is behind today's cluster fuck id a very dead man.

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