Scourge

Prologue

"No hard feelings my guy," A Man's voice said to me, as the cold metal of the barrel pushed on my school.

Heh. No hard feelings? Can't say I haven't heard that before. This type of piece of shit, always say something idiotic just to lessen the guilt of taking another life

"You were just unlucky."

And you're a piece of garbage! My face distorted into that of anger as I tried to puke my thoughts. But, the piece of clot covering my mouth, only makes me look like a wriggling worm.

My gaze went upwards, settling on my soon to be murderer's eyes. I chuckled at the stupidity of this all, who knows that a cocaine dealing operation is happening in my forest. Not me at least.

I bite the clot.

"Eat shit." I mumbled.

The man looks at me with an unreadable gaze; anger, pity, remorse? I don't know, and I don't care. As long as this motherfucker doesn't get my begging, I will happily eat that bullet.

I saw his trigger finger push down, and in the blink of an eye, my world snapped in darkness.

Heh. At least it was painless.

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**NOT YET**

Huh?

My ears were suddenly assaulted with a cacophony of sounds, making my head hurt like crazy. My eyes were blinded by the sudden introduction of light, and I couldn't, for the love of me, see anything.

I feel something grab my head?

My hand?

The pain swims in my head, making the entirety of it throbbed in pain. I almost screamed but I held back, degrading into small but painful groans.

What's happening?!

The blinding light is slowly fading, but due to the migraine my vision is still blurred. Making me inept
at seeing shit.

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The sounds thankfully started to tone down, and the headache, while still there began to lessen.

"F
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R
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A
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N
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K
"

As my ear started to hear sounds, a vague voice began to surface in my ear drums.

A voice?

I rubbed my eyes and looked forward, I could see vague figures, and blurred colors.

"F r a n k ."

The voice Started to become clear.

I tried to focus my attention, when suddenly.

"FRANK!!! "

A thunderous voice loudly echoes, making me jump in surprise. My sight is completely back, and the figure of a middle man with bags under his eyes burns into my eyes.

" Feeling ballsy, eh? Sleeping now in my class. " The middle aged man angrily said, his eyes becoming dark. Or is it just imagination?

I stared at him for a while. I didn't say anything, making him more... Angry?

" What? Gonna say something mister? " He said.

I did not respond.

I hear giggling around me.