[WARNING!: This chapter will include strong language and violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.]
After the incident that had happened in the auditorium, a surge of fear and panic was spread within the people.
Some feared that their was a loss murderer in the building, thus they wanted to leave. Others feared that they'll be killed even if they leave because they felt they were cured to be hunted down.
Trimaine, the organizer of the crude event, made a wide announcement through the sound boxes that were set up in different parts of the building.
He said, "There is one need to panic."
Trimaine was in the surveillance room, with the old man and few other guest in the background. He was talking into a microphone that was stationed on the control system upfront, broadcasting his announcement.
"No one needs to leave as yet. But their is indeed a murderer in this building," said Trimaine while uncontrollably smirking.
Most had stopped to listen to the organizers announcement, while others who didn't care as much went about their business.
Panic arise once again with Trimaine's latest sentence.
"And he expect us to still stay?" One whispered among a crowd of people in the hallway.
"That is the same thing I was thinking," said another person.
"Actually their is many more, probably more than ten, fifteen, twenty. Of course when you decided to cone here, you must of at least thought you were going to breath the same air as a scum of the Earth," said Trimaine with a mocking grin. "I bet that some of you are the scum of the Earth."
Now the crowd was not filled with fear, they were now filled with anger.
"What fuckery is guy blabbering about?!" One exclaimed with a strained face.
Another exclaimed, "Who the hell does he think he is!?"
"Hahaha!" Trimaine bursted out with a giggle which he was trying to hold back from the start. With a face filled with joy and excitement, he held back his laughter with his two hands pressed against his mouth.
Trimaine then calmed himself down and said in the microphone, "Why are you anger? You wouldn't be threatened if I was talking about you, hehe!"
The crowd of people were now silent. Everyone's eyes were on the two people that had spoke before. They looked at them with fear, disgust and annoyance.
"Anyway, their is no need to worry about these so-called murderers. My crew will handle them individually and thoroughly. Hah!" Trimaine exclaimed in the microphone with a final laugh. "That's all I have to say you guys-I mean, scum of the Earth!"
"Hmph, well I wasn't offended," said Sean.
He was walking through one of the not so crowded hallway. Sean was heading towards his dorm.
He then found a stairway that was on the left, which lead to the dorms of the VIP's. Sean strolled down the stairs that were filled with purple lights.
[Guest Dorm Hallway.]
Down on the flat ground, a lady with green hair and feminine-like attire was leaning against the wall what was beside the stairway. She wore a white shirt with black edges and a pink short-skirt that was worn above the shirt.
"Ugh," she scoffed with a high pitched voice and looked at her apple watch that was in here wrist. It was now 7:01. "How much longer must I wait?!" She said while jumping up and down.
"As long as you must," said a voice in her ears. It was a earpiece, sending verbal messages from the sender to the receiver.
"Well, that time has passed long ago," said the lady irritatedly.
"Shut up, Disney! His coming down any second now," said the sender.
"Finalllllly!" The lady exclaimed with a mixer of annoyance and relief. "So I just have beat him up?"
"Yeah.. but Boss recommends that you kill him, if you can even do that," said the sender.
"..Isn't that the same thing?" The lady inquired.
The sender then said, "Whatever. If this camera isn't seeing into the future, his gonna pass you..... now!"
Disney suddenly put her foot in the way of the stairs. As soon as she did so, a mighty thud was heard.
"Oof!*Whisper* Is he that fat?" Disney inquired while whispering.
"Do you hat fat guys or something?" The sender inquired.
Disney then said, "Yes. Anyway..." She turned her head to her left and saw Sean laying down on the floor without moving.
"Is he dead?" She asked while crouching. Disney started to slap the back of Sean's head and say, "Wake up, you big log. You're not even fat, your just big!"
In a muffled tone, Sean said, "Is that an insult or a compliment?"
"Oh, you are alive," said Disney, seizing the slapping. "Now get up. I'm going to kill you."
"Kill me? Are you from that 18 years crew?" Sean inquired. "What's his name again.. Trimaine."
Disney got up and said, "Yeah, what is it to you?"
"I thought it was crew with teenagers.." said Sean while lifting his head in the direction of Disney, ".. not 13 year olds. Huh?"
Sean then slammed his head back into the ground without a warning.
"What the frig?" Disney asked.
"You're wearing a skimpy skirt.." said Sean.
Disney then became visual anger. Her face turned red in anger as he stomped down on Sean and said, "You fuckin pervert!!! Bastard!!!"
She was stomping Sean's head forcefully with all her might.
She said, "I don't like guys like you!"
"I didn't say I like you," said Sean. He began to rise while be stomped down. He was like a stone wall as he got up. He wasn't even affected by the stomps.
When he got, he towered over the girl who was probably five feet and a half.
"I just didn't want to look like a pervert. My heart is already taken," said Sean in a serious tone.
Suddenly, a kick then hit Sean in his face.
"Shut, you log!" Disney said. She had just performed a martelo de chao from capoeira.
She balanced herself on her right hand and threw a kick with a left foot with her right leg arching sideways in the air.
Sean head was sent in the same direction of the kick, seemingly giving him a whiplash.
Sean stood in the same position as if he was paralyzed or a statue.
"Hey?" Disney inquired as she did a backflip with her right hand. "Did you dead and have a statue transmigrated into your soul?"
"Sorry, I don't deal with nerdy stuff so I don't understand you," said Sean in the same position.
"You!!!" Disney exclaimed. In anger and irritation, she charged up an attack. Sh then performed a front kick from the martial arts capoeira.
The attack hit Sean square in the kidney. But surprisingly, Sean didn't react in anyway.
"Huh?" Disney inquired. "That should've hurt!"
"I didn't want to do this, but you have leaved me no choice because you are such a naughty girl," said Sean in a serious tone. "Heaven's, please forgive since I was rendered with this one option."
"N****, who talks like tha-?" Disney was suddenly cut off.
A clean hit from the side Sean's hand had connected to Disney's face.
With that, he said, "You can't say that, you naughty girl! YOU'RE WHITE!!!!"
Sean had performed a hammerfist from karate. His movement was so quick that I was like he had either had his hand already connected to her face or he had surpassed the speed of sound or light itself, which was utterly impossible.
Sean then performed another move from martial arts. A low kick from capoeira.
He sweep down and kicked Disney off her feet. When she was off the ground, Sean closed his eyes and attack with a roundhouse from the same martial arts; capoeira.
The attack hit Disney start in the face, sending her flying a few dozen meters back.
Sean stood back on his feet. He rubbed the bottom of his nose as tears started to flow out of his already watery eyes.
"*Sniff* I saw them. *Sniff* I saw what she was wearing underneath!" Sean whined. "I wanted to become a romantic guy but *Sniff* I only became perverted 19 year old, because I'm bricked up. I even hit a girl!"
Sean began to cry his eyes out. He covered them with his hands and walked away as if he was a child.
[Dorm Hallway.]
Ken then suddenly opened the door to his dorm room.
Without looking he said, "Ok, car accident. What the hell do you want?"
Akira - who was the person that was knocking on Ken's door - stared blankly at his companion, Ken. He looked at him with a mixture of disgust and annoyance.
Seeing this, Ken was mildly offended. That was because he was an egoist and a real prideful bastard. He couldn't stand the face of someone that was looking down at him in anyway, even if he wasn't in or interested in the subject.
He stared back at Akira with a scornful look and asked again with a curse, "What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to kill you!" Akira answered.