The Unfinished

Chapter 3 - Trust?

              "I am...Human."

As those words left John's mouth, he looked at Martina with sad eyes. "B-but you..." Martina stuttered to complete her sentence. "Now you know. I'll get transfered to another school. I don't feel like dying right now." said John as he started walking back to the classroom. "Wait!!!" yelled out Martina, stopping John in his tracks. John turns around to look at her, finding her with a tear in her eye. "Why do you have to go? We're friends, aren't we?" said Martina as she continued sobbing. "Why to you need to be friends with a human? Don't you loathe them?" asked John. "As if that matters now! You...You're the first friend I've ever made! For as long as I can remember, I've been alone!" began explaining Martina, leaving John with his mouth open. "Last time I could call someone a friend...Was when I was 5! Until now, i couldn't find anyone..." said Martina as tears were running down her eyes like a river.

"You too, huh?" said John, causing Martina's eyes to widen. "Back then...7 years ago, I lost the ability to show what I feel. Since then, I couldn't find anyone, too." said John, leaving Martina speechless.

                  5 Years Ago

As a group of boys gathers up at the soccer pitch, John watched them from under the shadow of a tree. "Okay, boys! Today, I'll win against all of ya!" yelled one of the boys. "As if! I'm gonna win today, like!" replied the second boy. "Don't forget about me, bah!!" added the third boy in their group. "We're kinda uneven, don't ya think?" asked the first boy. "Yeah. You're right! This outta be fishy if we do it 2 on 1, eh?" said the second boy as he noticed little John sitting there, watching them quietly. "Oi, mate! How 'bout you come and have some fun playing footie with us, like!" asked the boy. "Me? Really?" asked John as he began to walk closer towards the pitch. "Ya wanna join in?" asked the next boy. "If you're okay with me...I guess I'll play." said John. The boys began grinning as they all got the same morbid idea. As they began to kick the ball around, one of the boy begins to okay rough, starting with slight to moderate pushes and tackles. "Oi! Move properly!" yelled one of the boys at John. The game continues with the boys' plays escalating. Before John had realised what happened, they were ganging up on him. John didn't say a word. He had realised what was going on, but didn't want to stop. He was having fun running around on the field with his so-called "friends" That was his big mistake. After a little more time, the deed was done. One of the bots went for John's ankle with a smile on his face. With John falling down on the ground, holding his leg in pain, the boys continued smiling while looking down on him. "C,mon! Yell! Show me some pain!" yelled one of the kids. John continued being silent with a blank expression. Looking up to them until they got irritated with him. They, one by one, began to kick and kick and kick John. With strong and evil laughs in between every single kick. The bots, enjoying themselves stop. They began to see blood coming out of John's body. They began to run, leaving John there...Unconscious.

"After that...I never managed to talk to anyone. Might sound a little farfetched, but who asked you to believe me?" said John while looking at the ground. As John looks up at Martina, he opens a faint smile. "John..." muttered out Martina."Well, I'll be leaving after today." said John with his smile fading away. "You don't have to." said Martina. "Eh? What did you say?" replied John with confusion. "No one will know! I swear on it! I'll be taking this secret to the grave!" said Martina with a very serious tone. "Really? You mean that...?" asked John. "Yes! We'll make it a promise!" she yelled out in excitement. "..." John when quiet. "Is he going to reject it...?" thought Martina as she began to lose all of her confidence. "Sure. I agree." John says as he looks at her. As Martina heard those short words, she jumped up in happiness. "What's with that? Just stay calm." said John, seemingly annoyed with her over energetic attitude. "Fine, fine! Sorry..." said Martina, calming down. "I do have a question, though." said Martina. "What?" responded John. "What did you do back there in the classroom? How did you scare that Strength Type?" asked Martina with curiosity. "Nothing. And what do you mean "Strength Type?" answered John with a simple answer while raising another question in return. "Oh, that? Well, from what I learned in middle school, we're all separated in classes." answered Marina. "And what are those classes, exactly?" asked John. "Well, let's see...The guy in the classroom was probably a strength type, though I don't know his actual race. There are Magic Types, Illusion Types, and the King Types." answered Martina, leaving John confused for a second. "Wait, wait...I get the rest, but what are "King Types?" asked John with urgency. "Ah, them? They're the leaders of the school, I guess." says Martina in a rather nonchalant tone. "Wait, leaders? The others are self explanatory, but what exactly do the King Types do?" John asked in a hurry. "Calm down! I don't really know myself. It's not like I've actually met one before!" rashly responded Martina to John's rushing. "Okay, okay. Sorry. I overdid it a little." said John In realisation. "I think we should get inside already. The teacher might get back." recommended Martina. "Ah, yeah. We probably should." responded John as they both began walking towards the for, opening it and taking a seat in their seats. "Chris...I made a friend today, but..." "Will it last?" thought John and Martina as their day continued. Class after class, it came to the last one. "It's P.E?" asked John. "Seems so!" responded Martina. As the entire class of 10 headed toward the Changing Rooms they were obstructed to.

As John and Martina separate, John stands in front of the male changing room before going in. "What're tiu standing there for? Go in already!" said one of John's classmates from behind him. "Yeah. Sorry. I spaced out." responded John. As he made space for his classmates, he waited for then to pass. "Umm...Excuse me!" John heard a squeaky voice from behind him. "Yeah?" John says as he turns around only to find a boy almost a head and a half shorter than him. "M-may I enter the changing room...?" asked the boy in a depressed tone. "Yeah, but are you okay?" he asked the frail-looking boy. "Me? Y-yes! I just had a little accident, is all!" the not responded in a clearly fake happy tone. "He has a big bandage of his knee. He's probably hiding one under his shirt, too " thought John as he sighed. "Who did it?" asked John with frustration. "Ah?! No one! I fell down the stairs! I was not being careful..." the boy responded while looking down. Ashamed of obviously lying. "Okay, let's see her...I see that from the form of this, you've been kicked or hit with a hard object on your knee...What else...?" asked John, getting a reaction from the boy that says "Bingo!" "You're wrong! I'm just..." the boy couldn't continue with his sentence. "Who did it?" asked John. "I don't really know his name...Please promise you won't go near him even if I tell you who it was!" the boy practically begged with tears almost coming down his eyes. "What's your name?" asked John, avoiding the request. "Shawn...Frone. Nice to meet you..." said the boy with an empty tone. "Sure. It's not really my problem or responsibility to care for. Try not to "fall down the stairs" again, okay?" said John as he proceeded to go inside the changing room. "I didn't even ask his name...Idiot." says the boy to himself as he scratches his uniform. "That guy...Isn't going to end well." thought John as he continued changing into his P.E uniform.