"Hey you, have you seen a boy with stitches on his face?""No clue"
That's how I begin my morning today, wasting every hour asking around for that blond head. And no one seems to know that stitched face, wasn't that fucking obvious that he's the only one with that weird thing on his face? Just how good did this guy hide it?
"What's the youngest among us?" I lean my arm on another kid's desk, barging through their conversations
"Dunno, maybe fourteen? But never seen those around" the guy with the spectacle answered, that oversize spec makes his face looks small.
"Looking for someone? " he asked
"Have you seen someone this tall?" I signaled a bit lower than my chest.
"That's freaking small, you sure he's from around here?"
"He's wearing uniform" I'm kinda pissed with his stupid question. Did he think I can't even tell the difference?
"Let me ask around for ya, I'll get back to you" now that's what I wanna hear "waiting from you" I walk away. And back to my class. There's no morning exercise today. Twice a week will be full day of studies. We don't have many teachers here, we need to switch classes many times and combine with another for few subjects. Sucks eh?
I try hard to swallow this shit, the breads are hard as rock and the soup taste nothing, like some sort of tap water? It's looks white like some creamy soups but it taste nothing like it. And the drinks are some oversweet orange juice, taste nothing but sugar, someone will die drinking this!
Curse this! I stomp my hands on the table, scaring some kids around. Now I need switch the atmosphere. Behind the canteen was an open field, we don't use it that much, but it's there for no goddamn reason. I inhale a few times.. At least the air isn't so bad. The breeze feels good too.. Im a city boy but this doesn't sounds bad for me
"What was that?"
I heard someone spoke in such annoying manners. at the end of the corner I saw three kids cornering another kid like a dog
"S-sorry.. "
"What did you say? Sorry? That's not enough, I want money you hear me?!"
"I.. Don't have-ak!"
He choke him, I could see him struggling the grip ah fuck I hate to see this.
"Can't you be like other kids?"
"Isaac I'm so disappointed with you"
"Be like others huh? .. Disappointed with me?.. You knew nothing about me mom.. Tim" I remember something I shouldn't at times like this, let me proof myself useful huh
I chuckle as I leave the corner, revealing myself like some sort of hero in action, hands in my pocket, looking down at them "Hey bastards! shouldn't you be in your class right now?" Their eyes on me now, letting go of that kid and he fall on his knees like some rag doll.. Wait a minute, now I have a better view..
.. That might be him! The blond head I saw yesterday. Perfect timing
"Who the hell are you?! Mind your own business!" That guy bark at me haha such puppy! Look at that fat body
I grinned, bend down and laugh at his face "You pig, at least pick some fight with someone your level" then he gave me that look, yup! he's mad "You bastard!" he try to punch me hah! Who did he think I am?
I gripped his hand. "Is that what you call a punch? Here, let me give you some lesson, fatso" I grin as malicious as I could be, his eyes seems like it could popped out from his sockets when I punch him on his stomach. He fall to the ground like some rotten tomato, coughing his whatever shit out. The rest of the guys have their jaws drop on me.
and there's silence, the moment all their eyes on me, that familiar looks I always get, that fear on their face
.. It feels so good
"Who's next?" I break the silence and both of them ran away "such pussies" I spit. I switch my eyes on the blond kid, he remain in his spot with his head low to the ground, "Hey, you okay?" He flinched when I touch his shoulder, what is he shivering so hard for? "I saved your ass, now where's my thanks?" I tease him. That is me, I make people mad, I provoke them, and seeing them weak makes me want to tease them even further. Usually I will got those never ending thank you, people running away, give me rewards. Let's see what this boy got to offer
"I'm sorry... I don't have it.. " his voice is shivering as much as his body did. It sounds so weak.. What the hell, I never heard someone with this voice, he almost sounds like he's whispering.
"You don't have what? The hell man you don't have to whisper, what you looking down at? Your nose stuck down there?" I want to tease him more but he pressed his head on lower to the ground
"I don't have money..."
Of course you don't look at you, you're just skin and bone, I thought we got some requirements to be here, healthy, no chronic illness, no disabilities whatsoever, this kid seems like he just went up from grave. "Look, I don't care about your money, I'm not freaking beggars you hear me? Look at me when I'm talking to you" I gripped his cheeks from his chin, forcing him to look up at me. And again that stitches makes me paused.. And there's something additional this time
.. He's crying
Tears is all over his face in my gripped he look at me with those teary eyes ".. I-im S-sorry.. Please.."
What the fuck.
"why are you crying?" My eyes got wider, the gangster face I put on me disappear in a split second. He's shivering so much that I could feel it at my hand. His eyes is dead, now I might believe in zombies.
I hate it even more when he started to whimpering "hey, hey stop that!" I startled him, he look at me, eyes wide, mouth parted as if I'm a ghost to him. "Stop crying for holy sake, what's wrong with you? I won't hurt you God dammit" he remain still with that same expression on his face
What the fuck.. Is this a real zombie?
"You won't.. Hurt me?" He asked, whispering, of course I won't Jesus! He looks like he could break if I punch him.
"You're lucky I'm not in the mood right now" I announce, keeping my threatening levels low. Then I let go of his face slowly.
"Hey I think you should go to see doc-"
The bells rang, perfect, what a perfect interruption.
I turn my face to look at him, but he's not there anymore.
This military school must be hunted..
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The Puppeteer part 2 (cut and repost)
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