Noisy and crowded. Maybe that could describe the situation in the boys' school class now. Some students are engrossed in listening to music, playing games, falling asleep, reading novels, eating snacks, chatting, exchanging ideas through letters, or studying seriously. And the same situation is not much different from the back desk in the corner of the classroom. There, several male students were playing games on their cell phones. It all seemed fun and upbeat, but it was clear that Wilfred McDonie's expression was cold.
"Ey, play by the rules, man!"
"Loser!"
"Oh, you can't beat me so easily!"
"I can't die, I can't!"
Chyou Zhang, Kauro Akiyama, and Max Rodriguez shouted at each other. Somehow they played the ongoing game, but the three of them were as passionate as fire that burns to the soul. Unlike the young man in a uniform that was not buttoned at all and wore a black T-shirt with the word 'dead' in the middle, named Wilfred McDonie. Even though the game was exciting from the loud voices coming from the cell phone, Wilfred didn't move at all. Chyou, Kauro, and Max had talked and thought about it for a while, but recently Wilfred had indeed become an iceman.
Max took his eyes off the phone screen for a moment, "Did Wilfred lose again?".
"What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense" Kauro complained, elbowing Max.
"If you know, Wilfred has even passed the hardest level we played," Chyou said quietly. There was a lack of confidence in his voice.
"Hardest level? Is that true?"
Max widened his eyes in disbelief as if it was about to fall off, but Chyou and Kauro didn't care at all and just played. The excitement from within the game grew louder. Maybe Max's question lost out to the excited exclamations of Chyou and Kauro, which was why Max was ignored. And knowing that, Max also forgot the question and went back to playing seriously.
What do you expect when someone asks but gets ignored?
Max frowned when the character in the game was suddenly conquered by another game character, which was none other than Wilfred's character. Wilfred just smiled wryly, slightly proud of his victory.
"You can't beat me easily. The tactics of how you play are so stupid, it's easy to guess"
"Is that true?"
Wilfred nodded in response.
"In that case, share your playing tactics with me" Max chirped shamelessly, only smiling showing a row of neat teeth.
Wilfred sighed, rolling his eyes lazily. It's good for Max to ask for tactics, even though to play alone he must first fight with Irvine McDonie, the father! That's what Wilfred thought now.
BRAKKK
A rectangular black object fell from one's grasp onto the floor with a heavy impact, cracked, and died. Achazia Cargill-MacMillan, Erik Johnson, Theodore Perez, and Joo Hyun came haughtily over to Wilfred's desk, but Achazia, intentionally or not, dropped Wilfred's cell phone. Automatically, the game immediately died and whoever won, obviously wasn't Wilfred McDonie.
Wilfred's eyes widened in disbelief that the game would end like that, even though there was one more character he had to defeat! Suddenly Chyou, Kauro, and Max turned off the game and watched what happened to their best friend. It's not the game that matters now, but their friendship with Wilfred!
"Easy to guess what…" Achazia's breath was so rough, it was like being squeezed by something in her chest, which was then exhaled like finding fresh air in the spring meadow.
Wilfred's breath hitched at the sight of his beloved object being destroyed. He tried to get the cell phone back, but it was badly damaged. Seeing that, Wilfred clenched his fists up to his knuckles, the look in his eyes as they turned into a murderous glare, glaring hatefully at the youths who were standing before him now arrogantly. Achazia only responded while lifting her chin, "You're going to kill me? Ckkk! Do not be crazy"
Achazia spits on the floor, annoyed, then looked back at Wilfred while holding back her emotions to hit the young man's bruised face, "Just to play the game you still lose, let alone kill me."
Hearing the words just now, Erik, Joo, and Theo immediately nudged Achazia's elbow in disbelief.
"What did you just say? What if that kid real kills you?" Erik whispered immediately pulling Achazia, surprised.
"Am I wrong? What's to lose in such a ridiculous game?" Achazia squealed disparagingly, her gaze was very arrogant, really not willing to budge.
"I warned you to stop messing with me, especially belittling how I have fun"
His voice sounded faint, so Achazia who was laughing, turned her head, raised one eyebrow, curious, "Did you just talk to me, idiot?".
Wilfred took a deep breath, then tried to breathe properly. His eyes were fixed on Achazia, his lips were pale. He gripped his phone tightly as if he didn't want to let go.
"Do you still not understand what I said?" he asked again, eyes completely unmoved. Achazia gulped, alert.
BRAKKK
Wilfred's rough hand violently hit the classroom wall, making footprints there. Of course, everyone who looked around the place was shocked, their eyes were wide in disbelief. His main target was a stocky sad man with the words, Achazia Cargill-MacMillan, on his uniform nametag. The chubby-cheeked young man almost got angry with Wilfred, because of his arrogant nature. However, Wilfred who was being overcome by his anger was restrained as best he could.
"What if I killed everyone in this town?" he asked, his gaze fixed. There was a roaring breath from within his chest as if churning like fire in a fireplace.
"Ckkk! So you want to kill me? You… Go ahead if you can," Achazia squeaked, defiantly.
Wilfred's emotions couldn't be contained, his breath was getting louder, and his eyes were getting sharper. Chyou, Kauro, and Max were getting worried. They tried to stop Wilfred who was getting more and more into his feelings, but the rice had turned to porridge.
Wilfred had been swallowed up by time in the past, directly punching Achazia's bruised face mercilessly. The more Achazia spoke ill of fighting back, the more Wilfred lost himself. Everyone just pays attention. Achazia's face was already getting punched, but it seemed that the culprit who made her like that seemed to be somewhere else. Yes, Wilfred McDonie couldn't stand the memory of himself in the past anymore, so let it all out along with an empty talk from Achazia's mouth who still managed to speak.
"You never play games."
"Don't play if your game is very stupid"
"Wil, are you okay?"
"Wilfred McDonie"
"Ey, buddy, stop it. Calm yourself"
Everything was chaotic, out of control, and dark. That sounds, more useless talk, than a worry. Painful memories come and go, nothing lasts forever. Like in the car racing games in the old games, it's hard to hit the brakes to control it and keep going the way the driver wants.
Wilfred McDonie seemed to have lost his route map. The more complicated the memories that came and went, the more difficult it was for Wilfred to control where he had to go. The classroom wall was smashed by him with a fist, even if his knuckles were purple and bloody. After it was Achazia's turn, the classroom wall became the best outlet for spilling everything. The thick red liquid also couldn't stop dripping from the young man's hand, continuing to flow onto the ivory-white floor. Even if someone tried to stop him, Chyou, Kauro, and Max still lost to Wilfred.
Achazia lay helplessly on the floor, weak and in pain. Only blood splattered from his face due to Wilfred's actions, it hurt, but no satisfaction was depicted on his face. No matter how deep the pain could be, Achazia still managed to speak before taking the final blow.
"Stupid. You should have just killed me instead of making me suffer like this. You must be feeling sorry."
Wilfred rolled his eyes to the side and turned to where Achazia was, surprised.
"I was right? If you do, then I won't speak nonsense like this to you again. I am dead."
Wilfred did not accept that statement! So, half of Achazia's life was punched again. He punched him continuously until no more words came out of that rotten mouth Achazia completely fainted. Seeing the annoying young man unconscious, everyone was wide-eyed in disbelief, especially Erik, Joo, and Theo. The three of them immediately threw harsh and abusive words at Wilfred, as well as Chyou, Kauro, and Max, but Wilfred smiled proudly, as if proud of what he saw. Someone almost died because of him!
"You must be crazy! How could you intend to kill someone?"
"Murderer! Just kill yourself, not anyone else!"
"Humans have no heart"
"Useless man! Why do you have to do this to Achazia, it's not you who doesn't deserve to live?"
"If you could choose, you should be the one who deserved to die!"
Everyone there panicked tried to resuscitate Achazia and left the classroom to call the teacher. No matter how many times the voice entered the eardrum, Wilfred still didn't hear it. What he had in mind, was only getting more terrifying, and the smile that spread on his face could be shown when his eyes fell on Achazia's near-dead figure.
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In a room in shades of gray and white, Wilfred came and immediately threw his backpack on the bed, along with his very tired body. A few harsh breaths were heard. The room that was originally dark, became a little brighter because the door was left open. Now the young man was deep in thought and his body was very tired, it felt empty and meaningless when he remembered what had just happened in the teacher's room.
"Shit! I should have just killed the kid," he grumbled.
"He just troubled me by coming to the teacher's room."
Then, Wilfred simply folded his right elbow and placed it over his eyes to cover it, while his left hand seemed to reach for the clouds on the ceiling of his room. It feels close but also feels far away. -Beautiful blobs of clouds with hanging airplane toys, like an objective sky view.
When observed, the one plane closest to Wilfred's sight seemed to be flying. The plane passed through the bedroom window and past a more real and expansive layer of atmosphere. But then again, the plane was just a flashback from time to what had just happened in the teacher's room. The plane disappeared, having displayed what Wilfred was thinking now in the room.
When Chyou, Kauro, Max, and Wilfred had just set foot out of the teacher's room. At the same time, Erik, Joo, and Theo also came out. They were insolent for elbowing Wilfred on purpose with an innocent smile after they did.
"Let's eat curry for lunch," Joo said excitedly, smiling the widest.
"Is it good to eat it at lunch?" asked Theo, looking confused.
"Of course! Haven't you ever tried it?"
"Not yet, that's why I don't know"
"Then let's eat it!",
"So you know how good it is for lunch."
"Okay, I agree"
"That's just my best friend!"
Joo and Theo chatted excitedly and excitedly, but Erik who was walking beside them looked worried. Erik constantly fiddled with his fingers, his lips pale. Chyou's attention and thoughts were distracted. Kauro, Max, and Wilfred, but hard not to look innocent worrying about them. From behind, Wilfred seemed to have realized that.
Erik walked unsteadily as if it was true that something was bothering him. Wilfred's eyes didn't move, even if his friends nagged about how impudent Erik, Joo, and Theo were.
"Irritating! Why are they running like they own this school?"
"Aren't they taught manners?"
"Never mind, I'm tired and hungry"
"I also. Let's go to the canteen to buy some light snacks."
"No time," said Wilfred coldly, leaving his friends for class.
Chyou, Max, and Kauro could not believe that the boy could speak so at a time like this so coldly, hastily caught up with Wilfred when he realized that his big steps were getting further and further away.
"Hey, Wil. Don't rush, and wait for us!" shouted Kauro then ran, leveling his pace with Wilfred.
"Is Wil real the Wil I know? He's so different and getting colder and colder" Max asked in disbelief, shaking his head. Chyou and Max walked leisurely, far behind Kauro and Wilfred.
"Wil is still the Wil we know. He had been a frozen human for a long time, but in reality, his heart was very fragile and tender. I know it"
"Yeah, I agree. It may seem cold, but Wil is someone with a soft and warm heart."
What Wilfred was thinking in the teacher's room ended there, ending with them returning to class. And the plane that flew just now didn't go anywhere, it was like a timeline link. Intrinsically Wilfred was still looking at him with a lot of fantasy in it.
"Wilfred McDonie. Why are you so slow?",
"You know what? I hate you so much, especially everyone in this town, that I want to kill you and the others too"
BRAKKK
Without permission and notification, Irvine took the door and entered. He entered violently, startling the peaceful Wilfred talking to himself. Irvine was immediately furious with his second child, without asking what the real reason was first.
"Wilfred, you useless child!"
Ever since his Father's arrival without an invitation, Wilfred had been annoyed and muttered to himself about the old man. His whole body had coded lazy, tired, and wanted to end things in this room, but...
"And of course! It's this old man I have to end before I tear his mouth open for always being rude."
"What were you doing at school?" Irvine grumbled so grumbled, he never stopped even if Wilfred was listening or not.
"Can't you be like a Gerald or like Yuda?"
"They just study, study, study, and don't make trouble like you!"
When Irvine didn't know what to say, Wilfred was engrossed in his design which seemed to hang in the sky with the clouds. Even the occasional Wilfred laughed, which irritated Irvine even more.
"Hahaha. Why haven't I thought of this before? It's certainly going to be fun!"
"Wilfred McDonie!" Irvine snapped, unable to stand his conversation any longer being ignored.
Wilfred immediately stopped laughing. His gaze became serious and sharp, his hands also stopped reaching for all the designs on the ceiling of the room. Wilfred listened to Irvine, though he was very, very lazy.
"How dare you not listen to me anymore,"
Wilfred exhaled roughly, not believing what he was hearing.
"After what I talked to you over and over again, never want to listen to me?",
Wilfred then breathed very harshly, his tiredness which was replaced by Irvine's nagging every day every time Wilfred came home from school. His sharp eyes turned to Irvine who was standing by the table, instantly the atmosphere became tense.
"Can't you just stop all your blanks? I'm sick of it" he asked.
Wilfred just stared intently without blinking, Irvine became confused and trembled. He slowly stepped back and was trapped in a corner cupboard.
"Now are you afraid that I've listened to you like this? You're the one who told me to pay attention to all your nagging."
Irvine couldn't believe it. His son's aura turned dark and terrifying, Irvine could sense that. The look in Wilfred's eyes that was shown to him was not just an ordinary look, but there was a meaning behind it. That's exactly what happened about two years ago.
"What? Do you remember anything about me?" asked Wilfred smiling wryly, Irvine shaking even more. His face and lips were even pale as if he was out of breath.
"Do I look exactly two years ago to your eyes?" he asked again, Irvine having difficulty swallowing saliva and breathing oxygen.
Irvine didn't respond to anything other than his eyes and mouth which kept wide open in disbelief. Wilfred then got up from the bed, he looked like he was still wearing his uniform, but wrinkled.
"Did you think I would kill you the same way I did Bobby?" laughed Wilfred, asked as he walked closer. Now he and Irvine faced each other more closely.
PLAKKK!
A hard slap hit Wilfred's cheek, now it was red.
"What are you talking about? Don't say anything about my eldest son!" snapped Irvine furiously. Wilfred was still shocked and just stared at the floor, his breath sounding very rough.
"Your eldest son..."
"My son wasn't killed, he just died from his illness."
"You're right, Bobby is your eldest son,"
Before Irvine finished with his words, Wilfred had raised his head again and looked at his father. For some reason, the bad feeling was so strong about the child in front of him right now. Wilfred was braver than before, even the look in his eyes didn't show any pain from the hard slap earlier and instead smiled proudly.
"And the brother I hate so much."
"Even so," said Wilfred half-heartedly.
"I have no regrets because I killed him on the day I was born."
Wilfred's smile grew wider, so Irvine got fed up with it and slapped him hard again. Continued like that, but his smile was still etched on his red face. Exactly, Wilfred was even more delighted when Irvine slapped and kicked his leg. He still had time to speak.
"You are a bad father for not paying attention to your beloved son"
"Don't talk about my son! You have no right to talk about it from your trash mouth!"
"Unfortunately that child had to be born from this family and have a father like you"
"I said, stop!"
"You don't deserve to be called a father at all."
"Insolent! How many times do I have to tell you to stop?"
The more Wilfred had time to talk, the harder Irvine kicked and abused him as if Wilfred was steel who never felt the slightest pain about it.
*^____^*
A well-organized room with toys, action-figure, and game accessories. Low light enters, so the room looks dark. The sun setting outside came in and pointed at the center of the room. Deep red blood was flowing on the floor, just like a few minutes ago. Wilfred's body lay there with many wounds around it, looking helpless.
When Wilfred opened his eyes, he could see fresh blood flowing and sticking to his hands. Virtually Wilfred also felt fresh blood on his lips. Sure enough. when Wilfred tried to wipe it, his hand was red.
"Unlucky! You crazy old man."
Wilfred then tried to get up and sit up, he wiped any blood that was flowing around his mouth. It hurts so much, it hurts everywhere.
"I should have just killed it with Bobby that day."
Now Wilfred sat in pain, holding each pain carefully so it wouldn't hurt more. But no matter how hard Wilfred tried to hold it in, it only felt more murderous, like choking him but in a subtle way. Because of that, Wilfred was very upset and slammed everything around him.
"ARGHHH!" shouted Wilfred in frustration, grabbing his hair real hard after making everything in his room messy and shattered. A few strands of hair fell and pooled with blood, getting out of control.
And at the same time, the light of the setting sun coming in through the gap made a circle of silhouettes on the wall. Again, the circle seemed to absorb everything, but this time only very bright light was obviously visible. It was so bright and dazzling that Wilfred didn't even seem to be in the room.
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