"Why?... do you ask..." Clark repeated with a very angry tone, you could already see the veins on his forehead remembering that humiliating day.
Clark grabbed some keys that he had kept in his left pocket, proceeded to open the cell and entered where Asher was.
He grabbed him by the neck and started yelling at his face spitting a few drops of saliva on Asher's face.
"Your damn sister humiliated me and rejected me in front of the whole school, me, the son who will inherit the entire fortune of one of the most powerful families in the world, any girl would kill to be with me, I have power and a beautiful face." I scream with rage in her voice.
"What more could she you want?" I ask Asher.
"Love..." Asher said quietly and didn't say anything else after that since Clark couldn't hear what he said either.
"With all the money I have I could give her everything she wanted and more, I could made her very happy, she just had to accept my love, nothing more, but she said that already liked someone else! " Clark said in a very annoyed tone, her beautiful face could no longer be seen anywhere, only a face deformed by her anger remained.
What Clark said made Asher frown slightly and look at him with apparent fury.
Seriously, love for his sister? What a joke, he just wanted to covet his sister's body like all the boys and men who looked at her, that wasn't love but attraction for his sister's physique and nothing else.
But what puzzled Asher the most was the last part, did his sister have someone she likes and didn't tell him?
That was impossible, after all Leila and Asher would tell each other everything, be it good or bad, the two of them were inseparable and there were no lies in between.
Well... Thats what Asher thought, her sister had actually kept a secret, one that she couldn't tell anyone and she had to keep it for the good of the family.
Asher thought about who it could be, but soon stopped thinking, after all, due to the past that his grandmother Emilia had with a man, she developed a certain contempt for men, which her mother Miriam also developed as well as her sister Leila, but unlike their grandmother Emilia, they developed it from an early age by listening to his story.
"You, as her brother, must know who I'm talking about, don't you?" Clark said in a questioning and venomous tone.
"No..." Said Asher with a cold voice looking Clark directly in the eyes, his anger was already reaching unimaginable heights for the person in front of him, although Asher felt weak he wanted to tear Clark to pieces, but in this moment could barely stand by itself, besides he need to stay calm in order to find a way to kill Clark since Asher could get an idea that if he didn't do it right now he wouldn't be able to do it anymore.
"Eh, don't you want to tell me? Do you want to protect the bastard? It's fine, if that's how you want to play." Clark couldn't take her anger anymore and began to unload it on Asher's frail and emaciated body.
Clark slammed his right fist into Asher's causing him to collapse to the ground.
"Agh!...Grrrrr!...Da-damn." Asher, a boy who was always an introverted, good person and someone who never got angry, had insulted for the first time in his life and in his chest he could feel... feel the anger that he had been accumulating since he saw to Clark explode.
That punch made all Asher's thoughts vanish, having no other choice and time Asher decided to improvise by grabbing the dirt that was on the ground with his left hand and throwing it at Clark's eyes.
"Aaaaaah, you fucking son of a bitch!" Clark screamed as he felt something enter his eyes causing him discomfort, this made him close his eyes tightly and instinctively put his hands to his eyes to remove whatever was causing this pain and discomfort.
With the little energy he had left, Asher got up from the ground and took a quick look around the cell, not finding anything with which to hurt Clark, he decided to push him with all the strength he had.
"AHHHHH!" With a scream Asher ran the two meters he had left to get to Clark and pushed him with all his might causing Clark to crash into the cell bars and fall to the ground causing the keys he had in his left pocket to fall.
"Damnoooooooo!" Clark yelled angrily, he tried to open his eyes again only to be met with a kick coming straight at his face.
"Argh." Groaning in pain, he again brought his hands to his face instinctively but this time because of the pain.
When Asher saw the keys that Clark dropped from his pocket, he quickly grabbed them and took advantage of the moment of distraction to kick him in the face again, causing Clark's head to hit the bars causing a loud noise.
This time Clark couldn't even utter a sound of pain because he was in a daze and he felt his eardrums were buzzing indicating that could pass out at any moment his body fell on his side but he hadn't completely passed out yet he was just in a daze.
Asher seeing this decided to quickly leave the cell. Leaving it he grabbed the keys in his hand and locked it leaving Clark inside.
Feeling that his adrenaline was beginning to wear off, Asher decided to get out of this place quickly as possible. Some might think that Asher was a fool not to kill Clark right then, but Asher was very smart and knew his body very well, he could feel that at any moment he could fall to the ground and pass out, besides, how could he kill him? He didn't have anything sharp to finish off Clark in one go.
Use his hands to strangle Clark? It wasn't a good idea since Clark wouldn't let himself be strangled by Asher happily and Clark wouldn't be stunned all that time either, in fact by risking his life he would come out of the stun much faster and he would easily pull Asher away from him due to the difference in strength .
Keep hitting Clark's head with kicks? It wasn't a good idea either after kicking him a few more times and hopefully knocking Clark out, Asher was sure he wouldn't have any strength left and he would most likely pass out.
Use your teeth? He wasn't sure if his jaw could apply enough force to rip her neck apart.
And the keys? Not to mention, he tried to test her "edge" by scraping his finger against the edge but it didn't even tickle.
So the most viable solution that instantly occurred to him was to lock Clark in the cell, get out of that place and try to find a weapon or something with which he could kill him safely.
All this occurred to him in just a few seconds, Asher's intelligence and mind was simply terrifying, maintaining enough control of his anger despite having the murderer of his loved ones in front of him and not letting himself be carried away by emotions was simply something terrifying and from someone who was not so well mentally because the first thing he thought of was how he could kill him in the most brutal and painful way possible.
He inspected all the place but the only thing he saw was cobwebs and dirt, turned his head where he had seen Clark enter and decided to go down that corridor, maybe If he was lucky could find something.
Walking at a medium slow pace and leaning his hand on the wall to stand up starting to walked down the half dark corridor, after walking a minute or two, decided to stop for a second and get some air, but when he looked up saw a hand that was headed straight for his face, after that all he saw was darkness.
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[POV: Random Bodyguard]
'Damn I've been hearing weird noises and yelling from Young Mr. Clark, what am I doing, shit, shit, I'm so screwed.' I couldn't help cursing in my mind, since Young Mr. Clark entered where that boy is, I haven't stopped hearing strange noises.
Although he said not to go in with him and that if I heard any sounds I had to wait here anyway, but I'm getting worried because a moment ago I heard his screams and it wasn't one of anger or to send orders it was one of pain.
'Fuck it, if it turns out I'm wrong I'll explain to him that I interrupted whatever he was doing with that boy for his sake, because I heard strange noises and I was worried about him. Surely he will understand.' Convincing myself, I plucked up the courage and decided to go in. Walking down the long dimly lit corridor, it didn't take a minute for me to find that boy leaning against the wall gasping for air. I didn't have to think twice and decided to give him a punch in the face.
I ran and grabbed the edges of the young man's shirt, I was going to start a little interrogation, but seeing that he was already passed out, I left him and rushed to see if young Mr. Clark was alright, because if he is injured in the slightest and If his father finds out, my head will get a cute and adorable 22 caliber bullet, and I don't want that, I haven't even started a family yet.
Upon entering the cell room I found the Young Lord lying on the bars, I could feel my heart skipping a beat.
I ran as fast as if my life depended on it, which in fact was, to check if he was alright.
When trying to open the cell it turns out that it was locked.
"Damn brat." I couldn't help but curse that boy.
Having no other alternative, I decided to check it on the other side of the cell, approaching the body of the man, I decided to shake him vigorously as I panicked.
"Mr. Clark, are you alright." I couldn't help but stutter, I felt that my soul could escape from my body at any moment.
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[POV: Third Point of View]
Clark grunted in annoyance being strongly shaken, the clarity hit him and he started to get up from the ground.
The bodyguard seeing this could not help but sigh in relief, he felt that he rejuvenated a few years of life
"Wh- where is that son of a bitch." Clark asked, still a bit dizzy from the heavy blow he received, but a bubbling anger could be heard in his tone.
"Sir I found that young man standing in the hallway I didn't ask any questions and I just punched him in the face causing him to pass out on the spot." The bodyguard responded quickly in a respectful tone and with a little fear.
"Okay, go get the keys and get me out of this fucking cell!" Clark yelled and ordered angrily.
The bodyguard being yelled at so suddenly froze in place and didn't move.
Clark seeing this yelled at him again.
"Now you fucking stupid!" Clark at this moment felt that he could explode at any moment.
"S-sorry sir." The bodyguard being pulled out of his daze with another scream ran out where he came to get the keys to get Clark out of the cell.
When the bodyguard arrived where Asher was, he began to search for all parts of his body, shaking him up and down. When he found the keys, and ran back to open the cell where Clark was.
After leaving Clark ordered the bodyguard to guide him to where Asher was.
Clark after arriving and seeing Asher passed out remembered all the humiliation that just happened, Clark decided to take revenge in the worst possible way, but what he did not know was that this would be a decision that he would regret in the future because thanks to him a would be born true monster.
Pointing his finger at the bodyguard he ordered "Hey you, take this waste back to the cell lock him up and watch him, you'd better keep an eye on him and don't let him kill himself or hurt himself, I have to make some calls." He said the last part with a creepy smile, imagining the crazy person he would bring in to take care of Asher.
Turning around without letting the bodyguard answer he left that corridor to make said calls.
The bodyguard seeing the back of his young man walking away down the hall and remembering his smile could not help but shudder, when he made that smile nothing good would happen next.
Shaking off unnecessary thoughts of him, he followed Clark's orders and carried Asher's body back to the cell and dumped it on the grimy floor. Giving the poor boy a pitying look, whatever the young lord of his was up to would surely be directed at this boy and not a good thing.
'All I can do is pray you have a quick death boy.' If only the bodyguard's prayers had any effect it would be a wonderful thing because it would end up saving many future lives and would prevent the birth of someone who would be known and feared not only in his universe but in all existing galaxies, just hearing his name in the future would cause fear to all people and beings of extraordinary existences.