"whoosh"
Fredrick flushed the toilet after doing his business with a sigh.
He then took a cigarette and a blue colored lighter out of his pocket.
"Flick"
"Hiss"
The flame produced by the lighter lit the end of his cigarette that was already locked between his lips. When the familiar aroma started to invade his nose, he closed his eyes and took a slow, deep drag.
To him, smoking wasn't an addiction; it was a survival method.
Smoking was the only thing that helped him with all the accumulated stress he received from the hell, named "School".
He didn't like to come to school, but he had to. It was a torture, but he had to endure it since that was the only way to satisfy his strict parents.
The only thing that kept him from ending his life or leaving the school was his good grades and the pleasant smiles of Regina.
He continued staring at the lid of the toilet as memories started to flash through his mind.
He thought about Regina, his parents and the fuc#ked up things that had happened to him in this school.
He waited like this for a long minute before lightly slapping his two cheeks.
"No, I can't get depressed right now. I have a new life before me. A life...different from before."
He took the cigarette out of his lips and opened the lid of the toilet.
He then stared full cigarette for a moment before tossing it into the toilet and flushing it.
'Yeah, as long as the system is in y hands...everything will turn out good.'
"Tap Tap"
Two short knocks sounded from behind. Fredrick turned around with a frown on his face before asking.
"Who is it?"
He asked with a loud voice, but the creepy silence was the only answer.
Fredrick squinted his eyes and looked at the greyish white stall door in front of him in tense anticipation. His paranoia kept him in place instead of opening the door.
Tense silence lasted for a couple more minutes without Fredrick trying to leave the bathroom stall.
He briefly thought about buying a soldier, but quickly dismissed the idea since he didn't have answers to provide when the students saw a third soldier with him.
He put it on hold for now and promised himself to only use it if the situation gets life-threatening.
He inhaled a long breath and lowered himself to the cold tiled floor.
Then, from the small gap between the stall wall and the floor, he saw the outside.
And what he saw sent goosebumps through his skin.
Surrounding his stool were four pairs of legs, indicating four boys, and all of them were wearing school outfits.
"What th-"
"Bang"
Before he could answer, the stool door was forced open by a powerful impact. A six-foot-tall boy rushed through the open door and crashed into Fredrick, causing him to hit the toilet tank with a deafening thud.
"Uggghhhh"
A wave of pain surged through Fredrick's body as he tried his best to resist the numbness spreading in him.
"Fredrick, you pig."
A hand grabbed Fredrick's collar and lifted him before throwing him to the tiled floor.
"Aaahh"
He crashed onto the floor with a dull thud and rolled over before lying on his back.
His back was hurt, and his vision became a little cloudy, but he was conscious enough to register that he was in danger.
He quickly summoned the system panel and tried to buy the assault riflemen. But before he could, a hand grabbed his neck and hauled him up.
His body was kind of numb from the blow he received earlier. So, he couldn't put up enough resistance to restrict the boy.
After a moment, his gaze was locked onto the cold black eyes of his bully, Chris.
Unlike Charles, Chris was a person who bullied him just because he was fat. He belittled him, humiliated him in front of everyone, before beating him up.
He did this to impress the girls, and they were impressed-only the school sluts.
Fredrick hated him with every fiber of his being, and that's exactly why he slept with Angelica, the ex-girlfriend of Chris.
"You pig, you dared to flirt with my girl. It seems like you don't know your place, you waste of a human."
Fredrick dismissed the panel in front of him and flashed a mocking smile at Chris. His smile was full of mockery and joy.
"Ohh, yeah, you mean that slut, Angelica. You are right, I did flirt with her, but you are wrong too...."
A frown appeared on Chris's face as he stared into Fredrick's eyes.
"What do you mean, pig?"
Fredrick lingered for a moment and said without hesitation.
"I didn't just flirt with her."
"I fu#ked her, probably knocked her up as well."
Fredric started to laugh like a maniac while Chris stood in one place like a frozen statue. His eyes twitched involuntarily, and his mind was empty of everything except for the mocking laugh.
Then that started to change, the silent atmosphere of his mind started to become more chaotic with rage and the urge to kill. His frozen body started to tremble slightly while his eyes' blood veins started to become redder and redder.
"You motherfu#ker."
Fredrick was lifted into the air and slammed into the floor with a huge force that nearly shattered his spine into a thousand shards.
"Ugghhh"
Fredrick coughed up a mouthful of blood, and before that blood could even hit the floor, powerful punches started to rain down on his face.
"Thud, Thud"
Chris's fists connected with Fredrick's face with precise accuracy and deadly force. Every punch tore his skin, ripped out his blood veins and popped his lips.
"Thud, Thud"
"Crack"
Before he could even register what was happening, his nose was broken, and blood started to flow from his nostrils like a broken faucet. And the only thing he could do was lie on the floor and take the punches like a good little dog
'Fu#k Man.'
"Thud"
'Why am I always so weak? I thought if I had the system, my school days wouldn't repeat, but...it seems I was wrong. I am still a pig...a joke.'
"Thud, Thud"
"Chris is beating me to the brink of death, and I can't do anything about it.'
'I hate this.'
"Thud"
A punch landed on his right cheek, and his bloodied head jerked sideways.
After that, no punch landed on him, but the Chris that was on top of him was burning with even more anger.
" I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you. You fucking maggot."
Chris got up from Fredrick and walked toward another student who was surrounding him. Then he took the table leg the student was holding and walked back toward Fredrick.
"Chris, Calm down. We want him to be alive as a hos-"
One of the other students tried to convince Chris, but stopped under the death glare of Chris. He shivered a little and took a couple of steps back.
Chris stared at the boy for a few seconds before standing above Fredrick's broken body.
He lifted the brown table leg as high as he could and screamed.
"Time to die, Maggot."
The wooden leg of the broken school desk flew through the air at high speed.
It emanated an aura of death that threatened to end the life of Fredrick Keenly.
But before it could touch Fredrick's face, it stopped in mid-air.
A frown appeared on Chris's face as he sensed the room becoming brighter with a golden light.
He turned his head to his right, toward the source of the golden light and what he saw left him in a state of confusion and horror.
Near the bathroom's wall, a golden cloud was forming and swirling.