Gregory Fishy was sitting in his study for the last time ever. Jayden and the other people were packing his belongings. In the background, the good ol' 60's blues was playing. Jayden looked up from the piles of luggage and asked:
"Sir, I know that you don't normally explain yourself, but why are you retreating from the fight with your younger brother? Because I ain't takin' that 'retirement' bullshit. I know you well enough."
Gregory turned his wheelchair to face his lifelong friend and right-hand man, frowning:
"Fair enough, and I'll tell you: I'm flying out of here, because for some reason your loaded drugs had no effect on him whatsoever. And don't think I don't trust your chemistry, Jayden. Perhaps he has a deadlier arsenal of people and weapons at his disposal than we expect. The risk of that being true is highly real. Secondly, I never really appreciated slaying my nearest family, so moving somewhere out of Ian's reach is a reasonable solution that will prevent unnecessary bloodshed. I can't really count on him to act more mature than me. Thirdly, all the few moral rules that are left inside me tell me that continuing this pointless conflict is simply not worth it. That's why I'm leaving. Now get back to work."
After a few hours, Gregory set off for the airport in his limousine, accompanied by his bodyguards.
Meanwhile, Goldy had just finished telling Vantami of all the events that had happened to him since their last meeting.
"You mean, you're returning to Fishy? That's like stepping on a bear trap, two times in a row!" - Vantami said. He clearly couldn't believe his friend's decision, he also had many doubts if Goldy's luck was going to be with him this time.
"I'm also unsure if that's the right thing to do. But, since we're working together now, why don't you follow me there?" - Goldy was slightly disappointed with his friend's attitude.
"Normally I'd never agree to follow you, as your idea is as unreasonable as it could get, but now that I've got some extra "security measures" provided by Ms Isher, I think I can comply. Now, let's waste no time. Fishy awaits his report." The duo set off, in hopes of Goldy getting released from Fishy's "vassailage" the easy way.
Thaddeous Froggy was making his way down the street when he saw two young men dashing right into the IIIrd LO. It was none of his business and he didn't really want to think about it too much. The LO was a school, and schools are where students should be, right?
It was then, that some voice inside the poor Thaddeous spoke up: „Teddy, you're a grown man, well-built and with a rather stabilised life. Why must you always be the pushover? Stand up for what's your for once! It's either this or you'll live as an asswipe for the rest of your existence, chap."
Froggy snapped out of his thinking and looked at the young men again. They seemed oddly familiar. And the only notable person present at school at that time was Fishy.
„This is the start of something ugly.." - Froggy said to himself before entering the headmaster's study. He saw his master merrily hand out months' worth of his salary to a student who seemed oddly familiar...
Suddenly, the window broke with a deafening noise, our heroes getting showered with glass shards. A middle-aged, blonde woman who just couldn't walk in through the door properly, stepped towards Fishy and threw him on the floor with surprising ease, much to the other men's awe and fear. Fishy let out an almost animal-like whimper, having been stabbed by countless glassy and sharp articles. Having come to his senses briefly, he spoke up, very quietly:
„You were just too cool for doors, weren't you, Isher?" - said Fishy, coughing hoarsely.
„This is where it all ends, you evildoer! For far too long was this school in need of someone who'd eliminate the greatest threat to righteousness in the whole city of Cufthill - you!" - Isher turned to Froggy - „It may be time for you to leave, let me finish my job and throw him to the dogs. And as for you, my boys, you're both about to join your headmaster, a foolish assassin and treacherous tiny bastard - a grotesque couple of imbeciles indeed! Ha-ha!"
It was then, that Froggy remembered about the weird glassy item in his pocket, the chemical that he received from Isher the other day. Not thinking much about what he was doing, he drank it all. It worked immediately, Froggy dropped the vial, screaming in pain. His eyes turned bloodshot as his adrenaline was spiking. In a fit of nearly primal fury, he tackled Isher with unimaginable force, landing on the glass, hurting himself almost as much as he hurt the woman. Isher yelped, not prepared for her own weapon being used against her. Froggy was in agony - not only he was pierced in numerous places by the glass, but his organism couldn't handle the chemical too well. He passed out right on Isher's stomach, worsening her wounds and rendering her incapable of standing up.
Goldy and Vantami looked around the place, with pieces of glass everywhere and three seriously wounded people, one of which was on the verge of death:
„Seems like we're gonna need new windows and furniture here."
„Yea, pretty much."
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Fishy's Adventures
Ficțiune generalăHere you are, in front of the work of nearly three years of my life. To put it in the fewest words possible: this is a story about a Math teacher who is addicted to marijuana. In the thirty chapters of the story, I pit him against the most ridiculou...
