"Surprise."
Daniel's soul had left his body the moment he saw Miles. The scene of Miles gurgling blood as life seeped out of his eyes replayed in his head.
'How?How? How is he alive?!'
The words threatened to escape his lips but fortunately for him, the dread he felt had stolen the ability to speak from him.
Daniel shakily took a step back, causing a pin drop of silence to spread through the hallway as everyone watched, confused and shocked by what was happening.
Perhaps their eyes were playing tricks on them? Wasn't the scene supposed to be Daniel ramming Miles against the lockers and pushing him to the ground?
Why the sudden plot twist?
"Missed me?" Miles grinned as he took a step forward.
The terror Daniel felt currently wasn't just as a result of Miles' resurrection but because Miles had activated his ability, Cold Blooded Heart. Encompassing Daniel in his predatory instinct.
A killer that had witnessed the visceral of life versus a high school bully who committed murder once, the hierarchy couldn't be defiled.
Looking at Daniel's terrified figure, Miles knew if he kept at it, the latter would turn tail and run.
For someone he had so many plan for, Miles didn't want to diminish Daniel's value to that extent so he deactivated the Cold Blooded Heart ability.
The moment he did, Daniel felt the sense of unseen danger weighing on him disappear and felt relieved.
It took a moment for his ego to recover and his eyes turned hostile with false courage.
"What do you mean?" He almost stuttered but noticing the strange gazes from the spectating students, he forcefully composed himself and gritted his teeth.
Indeed, Miles' resurrection had scared him so badly that he couldn't think straight. In his panic, he was convinced that if Miles wanted, they would all be sent to jail—failing to realize that the only evidence of murder was Miles himself.
"Hmm, that's strange. What about the rest of your crew?" Miles asked, pretending to scan the crowd.
Daniel's face flushed at the question, and his mind drifted back to what had happened last night.
"What do you mean?"
Daniel's voice, filled with rage, rang through the club's VIP suite as he clashed gazes with the rest of the crew.
The air was thick with tension but none batted an eye, revealing distant, cold gazes of their own.
The hierarchy was simple, the one with the weakest background had to take the fall for the crime. It was agreed that Daniel would go to school on Monday and test the waters.
If there were any mishaps, the rest would flee the country.
'Those damned bastards.' Daniel cursed inwardly, gritting his teeth.
" Oh, I understand now." After guessing what had happened, Miles didn't hesitate to poke Daniel where it hurt.
" Well, send my greetings to them. We shall see tomorrow if need be."
Miles turned to leave, and strangely enough, Daniel didn't rush to beat him up.
"What is happening?" The spectating students wondered and all parted the way for Miles.
At the sight of Miles' departing figure, Daniel secretly felt relieved.
'Fuck tomorrow, I need to leave and tell them this good news.'
" Let's go." Daniel commanded his two cronies who both tagged along.
Immediately they left, the hallway erupted into a loud burst of noise. Who knew it would be an epic Monday morning.
Basking in the attention and awe, Miles was about to step into the classroom when he heard a familiar name being gossiped.
"Chloe Beaver my foot. She's just a cock sucking bitch. I don't know why he's more infatuated with her than me."
"Girl, no joke. She acts like a goody two shoes, always flaunting that brain of hers."
"Hmph, if only I had bigger boobs."
Miles stopped in his tracks to glance at the three girls gossiping while subconsciously pulling up the system's holographic screen, the infatuated gauge function to confirm.
[-Chloe Beaver> 100%]
'So she's a student in this school?'
Although he wanted to tail the girls to their class, lessons were going to start soon so he memorized a detailed summary of their appearances and noted to ask Oliver or Simon who were in the other class.
Upon entering the class, Miles saw that most of his classmates were present and too engrossed in their conversations to know what had happened in the hallway.
A few glanced in direction before swiftly turning away.
Unaware of the lingering gaze fixed on him, Miles smiled at Theo, who was seated in the middle of the front row, before heading to his own seat at the far right of the second row, next to the window.
Not long after, the teacher arrived, and class began with Math.