Unleashed (A Roblox hacker & myths thingie)

Chapter 4: Classes

Author:  (👁️ 👄 👁️)

[Third POV]

Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. Only the strongest of hackers have those titles. A couple of low-ranked hackers crept towards the Hacker with the title: Gluttony through the tall grass. If one successfully kills one of the titled ones, they would gain unimaginable power and their title. The hacker with title Sloth sent a few of them to obtain their title. But it wasn't gonna be easy.... Wait. There aren't anymore footsteps of their target. Everyone halted, nervously glancing around. Only crickets chirping and some owl hoots could be heard. Suddenly everyone started to disappear in blurs of colour. Screams were cut off easily. Oh no. He knows. Gluttony is injured due to the hacker Sloth's battle, and yet he still has immerse power. The low-ranked hackers died miserably, they failed.

Sweat beaded down the hacker with the title Gluttony, he covered his wound which stretched across his abdomen. His dark crimson blood seeped through his fingers as he limped on into the night. He must seek refuge from the other sins. He might consider finding Wrath, Pride & Greed, presuming that they accept him.  There. A human was passing by, their school bag swung on their shoulders. They had a 'phone' and are currently doing 'texting'. Panting, he placed one final burst of speed before leaching onto the human to hide temporarily.

The boy felt a chill on his spine. The hell? He glanced back only to see rusting trees, there was a squirrel chilling in one of those trees. Meh. He shrugged before continuing texting his buddies. It's just the wind or the squirrel.

...

—Aster's POV—

My alarm beeped through the cocoon of sleep. I moaned as I slapped my hands blindly on my wall shelf. My hand managed to smack the clock from the shelf, it must've toppled to its side. I opened my eyes to the dim light. Dang. I lifted my hand to my face to wipe my hair off. That was.... What is that? Something black was stained on my hand. It's crust flaking off a little bit. No way. My eyes widened as I sat up. My mind is swirling in confusion. There is no way Guest 666 exists.... Some rapid playful knocking pierced through my thoughts. Sluggishly, I started to climb down the ladder and head for my door. I opened it to see Kitten all excited and concern at the same time.

"GURL ARE YOU OKAY?!" Asked Kitten extremely loud. I winced. That solves the sleepiness I felt earlier.

"Yeah." I yawned. In the corner of my eye I saw Marcus scrubbing the sofa. "Uhh why is he scrubbing the sofa?" I asked.

Kitten draw me closer, her nails digging into my skin (ouch), "When we came back...there was some black stuff on the sofa... DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!" She waved her hands wildly in a dramatic manner. She almost hit me on the face. 

Marcus popped over the sofa, sweat glinted off his skin. "Oh hey. How are you? You wanna—"

"NO SHE IS RECOVERING MARKY! SO WE—" Kitten shouted.

"Don't we have class..." I said. 

Both of my friends stopped everything. They both stared at each other and then at the clock. 

"Oh f—" Kitten started.

5 minutes later...

The three of us crashed into our History classroom just as the bell rang out. All of our classmates stared at us. It was awkward. Ms Norse was at the blackboard blinking at us. She then gestured for us to sit down. We didn't waste anymore time, the three of us sat at a desk in the top right corner. The other two desks on the left were occupied by the Plastic Bags, who snickers and tried to sneak some trash in our pockets. As we approached, two boys were sitting on the desk.