'It stinks," my mind said as I simply glanced at the bloodstained chair beside me. My seatmate had been absent since the other day. She was only found this morning, her corpse full of stabs and drenched in blood, was sitting on this chair. 'Smell of rust.'
"Alexandria Castellano." I raised my hand and smiled at the teacher when my name was called. "Present, Sir!" He did not smile in return. His serious face shot a look at the chair beside me and shook his head. 'Sir, do you pity my seatmate? Uh, I almost forgot, this is a common scenario here.'
My family brought me here because of its reputation as the most prestigious high school in the country. The elite world only cares about things that make first-class people respectable and prideful names anyway. Students here are extremely gifted with high intellect. However, little did people know, this school is hell itself. The students are the fighters for survival. They can make the whole place chaotic during break time. How ridiculous, teachers do not care about their students' safety. They do not control us except during classes. Death is nothing to them.
The bell rang, class was over. I sighed. I went out of the room. As I walked in the hallway, I could hear the students talk about the killed elite heirs and heiresses recently. I heard my former seatmate's name. She was the heiress of the second-largest clothing brand in the city next to this town. Her parents were surely looking for their only precious child.
"It is great that she died. She was too arrogant."
I did not stick my nose into their conversation further. She was not my friend after all for me to defend her, even though we were seatmates for almost a year. 'She was not. She just wanted to live like everybody else. She had no choice but to act powerfully as possible.' In the end, she was still killed.
The students were avoiding me as I walked passed through them. When I noticed it, I quickly ran and entered the empty narrow path that I usually take as my exit from the school building while hiding myself.
I stopped when I felt that I stepped on something wet. It was fresh blood. I followed its trace, not far, and ended up seeing a half-dead nerdy guy, leaning on the wall. His eyeglasses were broken. Even his hair was a mess. It seemed the blood came from the wound on his right arm that he was struggling to cover. A knife was beside him. 'What a fool. He should not have removed it carelessly.'
I approached him and kneeled to check his condition. He tried opening his eyes and faced me.
"What? Are you with them?" he asked, eyes were piercing me into pieces.
"No," I replied, "But this is my secret territory and you happened to dirt it with your blood."
"So, are you going to kill me just because I messed here?"
"Do I look capable of doing that?" I questioned back. He was caught off guard and breathed deeply by that. "No, not even an inch."
"Good." I wore off my bag and took out the first aid kit. I always have it with me in case I get injured. This guy would be the first one to benefit from this. "Do not mess here next time."