"Listen here, you little freak."
Zane grunted as he grabbed by the collar of his school uniform, lifted off of the floor and pushed up against the lockers. He glared at his attackers, two Werewolf sophomores who were technically breaking the law. The law of Ru'an stated that, because of their superhuman strength, Werewolves weren't allowed to harm humans or Meif'wa unless it was self-defense.
"Jax, Ryder!" A male voice greeted, a dark tone to it as they approached.
"Gene, how are you doing today?" Jax asked, turning to the delinquent.
"I'm doing much better now that I see this." Gene responded, yawning as he gestured to Zane's situation.
"Yeah, we found this wackjob skipping class." Ryder snarled, making three cuts across Zane's cheek with his claws. "That's a privilege only the cool people get to enjoy."
"I'll take it from here. You two go back to Balto." He dismissed them, and they glanced at each other before leaving.
That was another thing about Gene that scared Zane to great amounts. All the school bullies just seemed to listen to him without question, even some of the Werewolves. Zane knew who the Alphas were, Aaron and Aphmau, with Balto being the Omega.
I wouldn't be surprised if Aaron was actually a Werewolf, Zane thought to himself as he stood up. (Honey, you got a big storm coming.)
"Well well well...." Gene started, pinning him to the lockers. "Being bad today, are we?"
"Why's it concern you, bitch?" Zane asked, glaring up at him. "What I do during my school day isn't up to you."
"I could tell your brother Garroth..." He started, but paused as Zane snickered. "What's so funny?"
"Garroth already knows that I've skipped my science classes more than half of the year." He snickered, crossing his arms.
"I was gonna say that I'd tell him you're the reason why he can't his PornHub magazine~." He shrugged, letting Zane go. (Garroth... for the last time.... Laurance isn't working for them!)
"H-How did you....!?" He gasped, his eye widening as he blushed out of embarrassment.
"A great blackmailer never shares their secrets, Kitty~." He said in a singsong voice, walking away. "Well, I'll just be on my way to Garroth now..."
"N-No!! Wait!!" Zane yelped, grabbing onto Gene's arm. "You can't tell him I threw it into the fireplace, you can't!! He'll kill me!!! And he'll my soul in the afterlife and kill me again!!!!"
"Hmm.... I don't know.... what could you possibly do for me?" Gene asked, rolling his eyes.
"A-Anything! Anything you want! Just please don't tell him!!" He pleaded, unaware of what was soon to come.
"Hm... anything?" He questioned, smirking.
"Anything." He nodded, hugging Gene's arm tighter.
"Come to my house at four. Don't be late. And don't tell anyone in your family where you're going." He instructed, snatching his arm back. "We'll continue from there."
"What if one of them asks?" He asked, stumbling a bit.
"Tell a lie or something, just make sure it's believable." He groaned, before leaving.
Zane picked up his school books from the ground, too busy lifting the relief off of himself to realize what he had agreed to. Of course it wasn't like Gene would do anything to him that was different, unless Gene had a full-blown torture chamber in his closet or basement. (Zane, Gene is a walking torture chamber.)
