[English fanfic] Why RU BL-ing me once more?!

Chapter 23: Christmas toasts and roasts - part 1

December 24th, 2019. 11 o'clock, GMT+7, Southeast Asia time zone.

At the school where Tharn and Type were studying.

"Hey dude, tonight will be Christmas." Tharn told Type on the lakeside path.

"I know that." Type replied.

"Oh dear, I wanna go to the amusement park tonight. There will be food and food." Can cheered like an adolescent baby.

"Can. I thought you would mind your manners." Tin's eyebrows raised.

Ae was standing with them. He heard everything about Christmas, and he wanted to share his joy with Pete who was living far away from him.

"Pete, is your Christmas in Germany happy? Are you sad and depressed when you don't feel my presence?" Ae told himself in his mind.

Ae still remembered Pete even though he was miles away from him. The encounter with Tutor reminded the boy very much of his love, and he was initially confused when seeing him.

At the very same day, Trump the vile ex-boyfriend of Pete recovered from his comatose. He was no longer himself, because his already spiteful personality was amplified to the point of being willing to shed blood. His anger issues were magnified into a mixture of hyperactivity, schizophrenia and psychopathy. Aside from his angry speech, Trump was diagnosed with tendencies to make crazed laughter and violent outbursts.

"To hell you shall go, Ae and Pete." Trump wandered the university with a monotonous mantra, his left hand holding a large monkey wrench and his right one holding a long crowbar.

Somehow Trump was placed under the wicked spell of Chakrii the undead Thai doctor, or his already terrible hate towards Pete was tempered by the doctor to make him willing to commit murder. Regardless of reasons, Trump's drug addiction became a trait to be manipulated by his Iscariot caretakers.

"Hey, shall we go to the football court... Ow!" Techno was talking to Can when Trump struck his head from behind with his wrench.

"Call me the savior of the apocalypse! I, this gallant Trump, shall cleanse the world of impurities!" Trump laughed manically as his wrench had made Techno's head hurt.

Trump's movements were twitchy and erratic as if he was high on drugs, and it really did.

"I'll be the messenger of the gods! I'll be the prophet of the new era!" Trump shrieked his voice out as he started his carnage.

"Damn shorty! How are you here again!" Trump screamed as Ae arrived to the scene, completely filled with anger.

"Well! How come you are here again bastard!" Ae said in a low voice, but still so angrily.

Trump's eyes became wild and blank white: "Don't meddle in my affairs! You have nothing to do here!"

Ae replied: "If you want to talk then I won't meddle in your affairs. But I saw that you are bullying a man who doesn't fight back, I can't overlook this!"

Trump threw a tantrum, his weapons swung wildly in the air: "You dare to curse me!"

Getting into a fight in the college could get the risk of being strictly disciplined. But Trump's return to college meant that he would be happy to murder somebody. There was nobody strong enough to stop Trump, for he was not only surging with potentially lethal doses of stimulants but also some kind of supernatural energy making him invincible in spite of his seemingly lanky and weak stature.

"Ae, forget it, I am fine." Techno hugged his head, some droplet of blood stained his hand.

Ae turned and looked at Techno with a worried face: "I know somebody must have been standing behind the stage and orchestrating this."