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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Sirus Story

As a kid growing, I was the strange and different kid around the other children around me.

I was more tuff, when I got hurt I laughed it off or just…. Ignored it. Pretend I didn't cut my hand or fall off my bike that was going 20 miles per hour.

All the other kids hated me in my school growing up, why you ask?..... Well….

Whenever I played tag or dodgeball at school I always used more force and brute strength, and that ended up hurting the other kids, making them cry for their parents even, and I just remember. Staring down this one kid I was chasing, for tag or where I came from was called chasey. Bruised his knee when he hit the ground small scraps of blood spewing out from the cut. And I? Stared as he cried and cried. I thought he was weird, turns out I was the weird and strange one. I got in trouble with my parents and teachers for playing too purposely *Hard*.

I left and enrolled in many schools growing up. Until I became the talk of the whole area wherever I went to and thought I was some messed up bully who hurt others for fun. So they went and bullied….. Me…. Every day when school started, after school as well, gangs of people from white-skinned to black-skinned, especially where I grew up they were the trouble makers and the bullies. And don't get me wrong they were and not because they were black-skinned but because…. Well, I don't get it myself but anyway.

I came running home crying.... I cried for the first time. Beaten up by several people with either their fists or wooden bats. This happened for 4 years. One day it was sprinkling almost about to rain but not quite yet. Arrived at the front entrance with my bike that my parents bought. I stood stiff still, looking at the people ready to beat me up again. Something happened that day… To me… Instead of cowering down and trying to protect myself. I gained this adrenaline this strength this…. Anger, rage, revenge. I ran at them whilst holding my back I threw it and managed surprisingly to hit to of the older kids, and lifting the bike and throwing it was an easy task to do after all I was the strong but mentally weak kid, but not anymore.

After that, I clenched my fist as hard as I can and there were girls as well who bullied me as well, 5 years older than me as well I was 6 at the time they were 11. Now everyone is taught to never hit a woman….. Woman? I didn't see them as girls I just saw them as people to who I needed to give revenge to….. I punched and punched until my fist became so bloody and bruised that it hurt like hell, despite my brute strength and toughness It hurts.

Finally, the last person who was standing there. He was the oldest guy in the group, he saw as a mere 6-year-old beat his friends and even his brothers and sisters was included them ranging from 10 to 17 years old, him standing who was the oldest so he was the 17-year-old.

He shouted. "I WILL FUCKING RIP YOU TO SHREDS!" Which didn't happen.

At that moment he pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and bolted straight at me ready to kill a mere 6-year-old who was just getting his revenge back. I stood still I didn't even notice the blade I just smiled like a freak like I always did whenever I felt pain, this smiling became a hobby of mine that even today I can't control whenever I walk in a room and someone looks at me? I smile so much that my cheeks hurt, but not to the point where I smiled and reveal my teeth just a freakishly smile.

Looking down I felt wet, I thought maybe because It was the rain, but I looked down anyway the small switchblade into my stomach slightly to the left, I looked up he was smiling…. Like he was enjoying killing a 6-year-old…. Just from the look, I somehow knew this wasn't his first time stabbing someone. Staring dead eye into my soul he twisted the blade whilst it was still in my stomach, without taking his eyes off me. He stepped back slowly laughing as he was expecting me to fall down and bleed out. That didn't happen, I liked feeling pain it also became a thing of me. I walked forward I ran whilst the knife was inside of me! I fucking ran and punched him so hard from the others that I could hear a solid crack as I punched his jaw.

I spat in his face as he fell to the ground hitting his head on the concrete floor. Blood spewing out, flowing to the nearby grass, dyeing it from its luxurious green colour to black and red colour.

Surprisingly he didn't die, I tore a piece of his clothing to use as a bandage from the guy I broke his jaw and pulled the knife out, but not in one motion I slowly pulled it out as to enjoy the pain a little bit more. It hurts and hurts yet it felt so good.

[Cling]

I dropped the knife and walked home, not anyone knowing that I was the one who beat them up after they billed me for 4 years and no one knew even my parents that I got stabbed. I left that school and never turned back.

A week later I was looking at the news and saw the same 17-year-old getting arrested as he was the criminal reported of stealing and stabbing people. I turned off the tv and ignored it.

9 years later I was in high school, Dark brown eyes a decent jawline, smooth white skin slightly tanned from the sun. Black brownish hair, your regular everyday fade on the side with a number 2 on top. I wore the cleanest of the clothing as I always looked after my clothing, I smelled the nicest wore the nicest clothing even though I was wearing the same school uniform as the others I took care of my and my 50 dollars black shoes that even looked expensive but it wasn't really. Whenever I went to class walked in the massive hallways of my school I was like the red thumb in a group. I always stood out in the crowd of the other students.

It was normal for everyone to look down and face away from me, sometimes the girls move closer to each other and whisper as they stared at me from top to bottom. I didn't know why everyone talked and moved away from me, it was impossible for anyone to know about me from when I was a child since this school I enrolled in was a 2-hour drive from the previous place I was living in.

I made a few friends along the way surprisingly but yet I didn't felt I belong or felt important so I left them, and rejected any other offer of friendship.

A couple of years later I finished school, I mean I failed but I still finished it so good enough for me.

Went to college to get my degree in business. I graduated, yes I failed in school and graduated in college it's totally normal I mean, I didn't cheat at least…. after a few years of living by myself, I somehow ended up in the military I can't remember why it happened or how I ended up here but I served in the military for 3 years and safely returned home. Just 2 years after I opened my own clothing business. My eyes were legit shocked as I widened my eyes at how popular it became in just a few weeks from I opened my front doors. It ran smoothly over the years sales were good, business meeting was always good, nothing ever went wrong. My shop was even in the news sometime now and there. My parents were proud of me especially my dad since he was a businessman as well as he owned 2 shops of his own. But of course, I was nowhere near as good as he was. But it didn't mattered, they were proud of me and I was proud of who I was, despite that, I still kept my hobby of smiling like a freak after all these years, I was still a psycho manic who could punch for fun as I saw the people faces became like nothing but mush. I was broken and a manic who liked to feel pain loved to hit people as my fist became redder from every hit.

One late night I went to the alleyway to take a shortcut to arrive sooner at my favourite Raman shop, I tasted not the hot and delicious noodles, but gunpowder and lead as it went into my face, brains and blood spattering on the walls and the cold floor. Reminded me of that time that kid whose head was spewing out. Ha…. Good times…..

And what happened next I died and blah, blah, blah, some guy I mean cube named what was it, Simon? Well blahhh. Who cares now. I reincarnated as a Demon with long luxurious white-silver hair down to my lower back, I tied it up in a man bun sometimes other times I just let it down. I got strange fucking horse shit hind legs, so that's something. Oh, I also have bright glowing red eyes, something you would see in an alien horror film. And a couple of inches….. NO! Not that but probably mine is longer than yours so fuck off.

Anway a couple of inches of horns sticking out from not the sides but slightly above the forehead to the side and from what it looks like it will grow towards the back of the skull and the shape kinda looks like a crown but it is still growing so well see how it turns out.

"What was I doing again? Ohhh, right the Humans are attacking. Well someone is about to get their head squished to mush, Hahaha! Ahhhh…. Can't wait to get my fists dirty again, Let the blood bath begin."