[Clark's Point of View]
I punched Dexter on his right cheek again and I was not surprised that he hadn't planned to run away. "Take that punch, you gay shit!" I was about to punch him again but my friends stopped me.
"After trusting you, this is how you're going to repay me?!" I was still shouting at him he could no longer look directly at me.
"Starting today, I will no longer consider you as my friend! I will forget those fucking memories with you, fuck you!" I shouted and rushed out of that room.
He's my only friend and I treated him more than a best friend, I consider him as a brother. He knows every corner of my personality and he's the only person who accepted me despite the attitude I have, and that was the same thing I did, I accepted him for being gay.
If I only knew he was the one to reveal my secret, I shouldn't have trusted him! He's an asshole!
Yes, I fucking admit it. I almost killed my dad but it was his fault! He always hurts mommy so I took revenge for her. He deserves to be treated that way! I could have done better to kill him, it's okay if I'd be imprisoned for that than being here in this hell.
Of course, I made a plan to get out of this hell, I want to kill the one who fucking did this. But I have a strong feeling that it is not just one person who did it all.
I'll trust myself, as long as I carry out my plan. Only Dexter knows my plan, we planned to do it together but it looks like I'm all alone right now. The fuck I care? I can do this alone, they are all useless anyway.
I know they are watching every move we make, not just by CCTVs, but pairs of eyes themselves. I'm not stupid for not feeling that.
It's time to do something.
I went to the Home Economics building, as soon as I got there I smashed the CCTVs with the wood I was carrying. I raised my middle finger before I actually did it.
I went in the kitchen of the H.E building where there were all kinds of knives. I can use it in case of emergency.
"You can run, you can hide, or you can even fight for your life"
That's what they said, maybe it's time to fight and I don't care if it'd be a success or not. If I will die, at least I would have done something, unlike those previous deaths that meant nothing but a vain.
My steps quickly turned to the part of the kitchen where the cooking gas is, I found a piece of rag. I opened the cooking gas and slightly burned the rag and blew the fire to kill it, that created smoke.
I stepped over the chair that was there and brought the rag closer to the kitchen's fire sprinkler system, water came out there and the fire alarm started to make a noise. I could just tap the fire alarm button but only the whole H.E building will make a noise cause of the fire alarm, not the whole school.
I'm doing this to fabricate things, everyone will think that there is a fire going on somewhere. I'm sure they will find a way to extinguish the fire immediately even if there is none, that way, everyone will be distracted. They need to find a way immediately because our school is connected to the fire fighters who are rescuing the whole city, they probably won't let anyone else come here besides us.
When you're acting, you're escaping from something. As cliché as it sounds, but there's a safety there.
I quickly stepped outside and made my way to the front gate of the school. My steps went smoothly and my distance from the H.E building was barely far.
"Where do you think you're going?" I stopped walking when someone spoke from behind me. I know that voice.
"You really thought you could fool us" Us? Does that mean he's really not the only one who did this all?
"Well, you're smart Clark, it's a pity you're going to die right away. You shouldn't be next, but you made your own destiny" there I confirmed who that voice really belonged to. I can't be wrong.
I was about to say something when I heard quick steps from behind, two hands quickly choked neck, it is tight enough that I'm slowly losing my breath.
Clark think! In this situation, what is the most effective thing to do? Just think! The things you learned in Taekwondo, especially in terms of self defense.
At this point, I thought of something to do. I'm running out of time and I'm also having trouble breathing, but I still have to think right if I want to escape.
He was choking me from behind, so there was nothing to do. I grabbed his two arms and estimated the distance between him and me in the strangulation he was doing.
I knew that by doing this, there is only a little chance that I would succeed, but I could think of nothing more to do, if I won't act right away, I will die.
I used all my strength to at least break free from his strangulation. I knew that wasn't enough to get rid of his stranglehold, but I knew it was enough to loosen his grip on me even a little.
I wasn't mistaken, he loosened his grip on me a bit.
And in that moment, I didn't waste a second and I kicked him with all my might on the side of his stomach which caused him to loosen his grip on me even more.
This is the reason why I measured his approximate distance from me earlier, to see if the attack I would make with the elbow would reach him hard enough.
When his grip on me loosened even more, he still couldn't fully recover, so I attacked his chin with my elbow.
I made sure it hit his chin hard and that caused him to lose focus on what was happening.
I quickly turned around and used my right foot to kick his genitals with force, causing him to fall completely.
I heard a series of weak moans from him because of what I had done.
I am a man and I know my weakness is the genitals of my body. If something hit or attacked it, it would make me feel so much pain that it would cause me to fall on the ground.
This self defense is very simple that I learned as a Taekwondo player before, but it helps. If you don't use your brain, it won't be a success either.
If I had chosen to run right away when I was out of his stranglehold, I would probably be dead by now. I'm sure he had guns with him, so if I ran right away and didn't knock him down, I hadn't even stepped then he would have shot me right away.
He was still barely lying on the floor and recovering from the pain he had acquired. He was dressed in black cloth and masked, however, I already knew very well who he is.
I wasted no time and kicked its head hard. I took the knife from behind me and without hesitation to stab it in his stomach, I quickly dug the location of his navel and also stabbed it repeatedly. I don't care if blood splattered on my face.
I'll just think it's Dad and I'll just retaliate for hurting mommy.
When I realized that his breaths will no longer last, I took off the mask he was wearing and the black cloth, I put it on myself. I smiled slightly. I even had a better way out because of him.
Before I finally left, I stabbed him several times in the neck.
I continued walking. It was quite a long distance before I reached the front gate of the school. I stopped again when I stepped forward, as I was also wearing a mask and black cloth.
"What are you doing here? Where are you going? We are instructed to go to the Home Economics building" I also recognized that voice, I'm sure of that.
I could not speak because that would reveal my voice. It came a little closer to me and took my hand and we ran towards the road I was walking on earlier.
I cursed in my mind.
How can I escape this?
I was about to pull out from behind the gun I got from the one I killed earlier, but we suddenly stopped running, and after that, I didn't expect his fist to hit me in the face.
It was so strong that it caused me to collapse. I was about to stand but it was too late because a gun is already pointing at me.
I heard quick footsteps from behind and everything went black when I felt a hard object hit my head.
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I woke up in a dark room. Soon the lights came on and my eyes were dazzled. It was only then that I realized I was sitting in a chair and tied my hands behind my back.
I looked all around, this place is unfamiliar to me.
If I were to describe it, the atmosphere is dusty, there are lots of piles of broken chairs and tables, as well as the white board that seemed to have been used long time ago. In other words, warehouse. Heaps of unused items that will eventually be thrown at the proper places.
I have never been here before.
"Are you done observing the whole place?" It was only then that I realized I was not alone in that room. In front of me was a man that was still covered by a black cloth and a mask.
And his voice, I can't recognize it. Maybe he's using something to change his voice.
"Because you killed one of us, I'm going to make you suffer more now" he said and I could hear the anger and hatred in his voice.
I laughed sarcastically at it and then he throw a sharp looks at me. "The fuck I care? It's fun stabbing one of the deceivers over and over again, and one more thing, isn't that what you did to my friends? You guys deserve to die ---" I wasn't able to finish my sentence because I received a strong blow from its fist.
"You all are nothing but a pathetic coward losers! HAHAHA! Hiding behind those clothes and masks" he got even more annoyed so I received a countless punches. I did not bear the pain it caused, I was still able to smile at him. "No matter how strong your punches are, you can't still change the fact that you are one of the losers"
"This loser could kill your best friend" he answered and it was as if cold water had been poured all over my body. I felt an anger because of what he said.
"Fuck you! Just fucking die, asshole! Don't you dare lay your finger on him!" I was still shouting but only a loud laughter was his response.
I know what happened to Dexter and I earlier didn't go well, but he's still my best friend and a brother to me. I still care for him, I always will.
"Fuck you! Don't touch Dexter, I'm in front of you, right?! Make me suffer if you want!" I shouted at him again and he stopped laughing, he barely stepped closer to me. "Looks like the tables have turned. Who's the loser now?" I averted my eyes because I felt like I was going to explode in anger.
"Answer me! Or else I will bring Dexter here so he can die with you HAHAHAHA"
I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my fist tightly. I fucking hate this thing, but if this will save Dexter, I'll do it. "I-I'm the loser"
"I can't hear it. Louder!"
"Yes! I'm the loser!"
I heard a loud laughter, even if I wanted him to shut his mouth, there is nothing I could do. "Good puppy, now, your wish is my command" he said and came slightly closer to me.
"Question, how do you want to die? By suffering or by pleasure?" He said and a smirk formed on his lips. I sighed because I didn't really care how I was going to die.
"By pleasure" I answered even though I knew he would still torture me no matter what my answer is.
He came a little closer to me and I was startled when he touched the belt of my pants. He took it off, then took off my pants as well. I thought it would stop there, but I was stunned when he also took off my shorts and underwear.
"W-What the fuck are you doing?!"
"You said by pleasure, right? Don't you want to fuck someone before you die? I can bring your gay friend here so you can fuck him HAHAHAHA" I tried to resist but it didn't make sense either.
"Fuck you! This has nothing to do with Dexter!" I shouted and spat at him.
After a while, he turned away from me and went to the end of the room and seemed to be taking something there. A few seconds later, he came back and stand in front of me.
His right hand was placed behind his back as if he was hiding something there.
"Your dick looks adorable, let's make it even more adorable, shall we?" He said and I looked at his hand as he raised it and there I could see that the object he was holding was a hammer.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in pain when that thing hit my manhood. My body was shaking and I felt like I was weakening fast. "One more?" I almost lost my breath when he repeated that again, twice the strength of the first.
"Hmm, that was just the beginning"
My next breaths became heavy, my genital became numb. I don't want to look at it anymore because I might get even weaker.
"I heard Clark you're a bossy. So we have the same personality" he said and I don't know if I had the strength to glare at him.
"You know, I also don't really like the words coming out of your mouth. Why don't we cut your tongue?"
He laid down the hammer on the floor. He got out the scissors from his pocket and forcibly opened my mouth. He tried to cut my tongue with dull scissor. I could do nothing but shout. I almost swallowed my own blood and vomited it.
"You don't have a tongue anymore. That's perfect..." I saw him pick up the hammer on the floor again. "Let's remove your teeth as well" he proceeded on removing every tooth by hitting it.
He then forced his finger into my right eye until I felt it was bleeding and I could not see anymore.
"I think this is enough HAHAHAHA! That's it for now, endure the pain today. Tomorrow, you'll end up being a cold corpse when the bell rings"