Power: An unOrdinary Fanfiction

Chapter 3

John
"I said, let go of me."

"Oooh, the cripple thinks he can fight back, get a load of th-."

My eyes sparked a menacing gold. I punched him so hard, he flew against the wall causing cracks to web against the brick. I ran after him, kicking off his body and punching him again, and again, and again. He needed to feel the same pain I had to go through every f*cking day.

"Y-you're just a cripple! L-let go of me!" Aiden cried, blood dripping down his face.

All of them, are trash. They are worthless. They have no right to be here. They are a waste to this d*mn world. THEY ARE WORTHLESS.

"Get off of him!" The girl cried.

She punched me in the face, trying to knock me out of the way, but it didn't hurt. I felt, stronger.

"Who said you could f*cking get involved?"

She backed up in fear, tripping over herself trying to get away from this monster.

"You're not getting away b*tch."

I yanked her hair back, and punched her in the jaw, breaking it. I threw her to the ground and started kicking her in the side until she stopped moving.

Not so tough now huh, now that you don't have any power to fight back.

"WHO WANTS TO CHALLENGE ME? ALL OF YOU ARE WORTHLESS PIECES OF GARBAGE. ALL YOU HAVE NO USE IN THIS WORLD. GO F*CKING KILL YOURSELVES!"

The crowd started to back off, deterred from risking a fight against me.

Finally, I could get revenge against all those people who hurt me everyday, bullied me constantly , or looked down on me just because they found someone who was weaker than them. Finally, I had power.
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Where's Claire? Finally I can protect myself, but I can't find her! She has to be somewhere around here. She wouldn't leave me, right? I'm powerful now, I'm above her league now. She'd stick by my side, after all she was there for me when I was powerless, wasn't she?

I ran all throughout campus, getting attacked and destroying those who tried to attack me. But still, I couldn't find her.

Where is she? I finally have some worth against the people of this school, and she's just gone? Is she even on campus at this point?

I went to check the royals only area of the roof, and I found her. I was so excited to tell her about everything that happened to me, but before I walked up to her, I heard someone else's voice.

"So how has the mission gone? Are you seeing any progress on him?"

"No, none so far. But he doesn't suspect anything. I mean, how dumb do have to be to believe a mid-tier like myself would hang around a cripple?"
Claire said to the mystery man.

She was faking it? She was just hanging out with me because this guy told her so?
WHY IS EVERYONE SO WORTHLESS?

"Good, well just let me know if anything happens. We can't have someone so powerful walking around. Come here."

Claire leaned up to this person and kissed him, pulling him close to her body. He snaked his hands around her hips, sensually moving them up and down.

He pulled away, leaving a glistening string of saliva.

"Just try to keep this plan secret from John for know, we don't want our party spoiled."

"Okay Aron. See you soon." Claire winked.

Aron? The jack? What is she planning with the royals? And why does everything with me have to be fake? Why is everything a lie?

I ran, tears running from my eyes, without turning back.
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"Hey John, you don't look so good." Claire said.

I looked up at her with sunken eyes, glaring in spite.

"Did that fever get worse? I thought I told you to go to the doctor. Here, let me help you." Claire reached out to my hand.

"Don't touch me!"

I slapped her hand away, breathing heavily from rage.

"O-oh. I'm so sorry John. I thought you would need help, just m-make sure you stop by later.

This backstabbing b*tch. I know what you did, and I know what you've lied about,

"John, why don't we meet by the turf war area tomorrow?" Claire suggested.

"We can take a walk and enjoy our freedom. There won't be anyone else there, since I heard the next turf war is in two weeks." She continued.

Hmph, maybe she just feels sorry. There won't be anyone else there. I might be able to get my revenge too.

"Sure, I'll go. What time?" I asked.

"4:20, meet me there."

What's the worst that could happen?

A/N: The next chapter will be the final chapter of the New Boston ark, and will be my longest chapter so far. I will take a small break, and then continue to the Wellston setting.

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