A 'Brilliant Future'

Chapter 1; "Alex"

I was getting bullied. Again. Me. Alexander Magnus Fairbairn. Granted, that's a stupid name from a snobbish rich family. To bully me with it, however, is... unfair. I can't help I was born in a family where everyone thinks they are God's gift to the world and they have the money to pretend they are.

I hated them, both the bullies and my family. I couldn't help the fact that I was fed with a golden spoon when I was younger. Literally. There are pictures to prove it. As you might've noticed, my family is quite rich. The bullies are regularly from poorer families and always make stupid comments about how my family is inbred and stuff like that. Which, if you go and look back on the family tapestry, is true. Yes, we had a family tapestry. I was on it too. Note the past tense. My parents still hate me for burning it, accidentally of course. Riiiight...

I sighed, being pulled back to reality by the angry shouts of the bullies. There were two boys this time, one named Jayce Swift and the other was Dick Cooper. Still beats me how he doesn't get bullied with that pearl of a name.

Anyway, as I was getting bullied I walked away. No need to deal with them for a bit. Unfortunately, they went to follow me as I turned the corner. Stupid faggots, thinking I'd give a single shit. The bullying has been going on for so long now that I've kind of, you know... don't care anymore.

After a while of them baiting me with the fact that my family are all pompous arses and they should all be exterminated (or something like that) they stopped, seeing I wasn't gonna react. Like I cared. In fact, I agreed.

Okay, now they were getting annoying. I dropped dead in my footsteps and turned around, facing these plagues called humans.

"Could you please just leave me alone now?" I sighed, glad that I was able to keep my manners, but sadly the boys didn't listen to my request. On the contrary, they got angry.

"Did you hear that? He asked us to leave. How dare he," Cooper said, stealing glances at Swift, giving away that he was trying to copy his upperclassman. What an absolute idiot. The latter took a step towards me, furrowing his bushy eyebrows.

"Indeed, how dare he," he spoke threatening, eyes gleaming and lips pressed together into a thin line. It scared me, mostly because Swift was known to be very aggressive, but also because, I have to admit, I am a bit of a coward. Okay, not a bit. A big one. To be very fucking honest. Stupid consciousness telling me not to lie. Okay, now shut up and concentrate on your attackers, please. A grin spread on my lips and I leaned forward a bit. As Sun Tzu said in his famous book The Art of War: "Appear weak when strong, and strong when weak."

"Let's wipe that stupid grin off his face," Swift said smirking and, true to his name, struck out with such a speed I could barely process he was going to hit me, not even talking about trying to dodge the punch. He hit me full in the face. I'm not going to lie, it hurt. A lot. The force of the punch was enough to make me sway. The next one, perfectly hit on my nose, put me down.

They started kicking me. Everywhere. My face, my chest, my throat, my belly and what hurt most of all, my balls. I was not confident in my ability to impregnate someone anymore, were I to ever want that.

After a while of them beating me, I faded into unconsciousness, gladly leaving the pain behind for some time.

When I woke up again everything hurt. I was not even truly able to stand up, though I tried. It hurt, but I managed it using the wall of the alley I woke up in as support. Seemed they carried me someplace no one would find me.

My ribs were cracked. Breathing hurt. Pretty sure I sprained both my ankles. How I am standing upright, kind of, was a miracle to me. I've never felt this much pain. Wiping my face against the wall, moving my arms hurt too much, I saw a streak of blood appear. So I was bleeding, interesting. I wasn't bleeding profusely, seeing the amount of blood, but still bleeding.