"Might have been that shit they feed us."
There were whispers outside.
"He was all covered up I couldn't see shit."
"That penguin looking fucker."
"He just spoke a strange language and all of us fucking threw up."
"Fuck now I feel like shit."
Park walked into his dorm room.
They were given a break today. Each of the students in Park's class were all recommended to take the day off after they were released from hospital.
"And that pig looking nurse who came sometime later."
"Fucking pummeled that penguin to paste."
Park was hit with flashbacks.
"I heard she has a record of being really violent."
"Except that one girl."
"The pink haired one that smells like bubblegum?"
"Looks like I've become famous now."
"But with a nasty bunch."
Park jolted.
"You scared me."
Ella shushed him and pointed to the crowd below.
"If only I could get just one night with her."
He sighed.
"I could die a happy man."
"But if that orc continues behaving that way, they will kick her back to the blood fields."
"I hear orcs are all the rage this season."
"Kekekeke."
"Mutts."
Ella was visibly angered by the comments.
"How about we ignore the bad men, Ella."
Park closed the curtains behind him.
"Yes?"
She backed off hesitantly.
"Baxter, Jeremy, Alex..."
She mumbled.
Park heard her.
"Ella, no."
She sighed.
"Fine."
There was a short pause.
"So, what brings you to my humble abode young one?"
Ella raised her eyebrow.
"..."
"Forget it."
She then chuckled.
"..."
"So, this is where you stay?"
She was inspecting the room.
"Not much to look at huh?"
"Its modest at best"
"..."
"Anyway, I'm here to check up on..."
Ella saw the glasses on the bed.
"Heyy!!"
"These are limited edition!!"
"ThEsE aRe LiMitED EDiTioN!!"
"..."
"You definitely knew what you were doing giving me those wonky glasses."
"So, you walked all the way to our dorm with your eyes closed?"
"No I..."
"Our?"
"Yeah Parkie. Our."
"YES, WE'LL BE TOGETHER FOREVER..."
Park clasped his hands over her lips.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What?"
She asked innocently.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"It almost sounded like..."
The crowd was staring at Park's room.
Park slightly shifted the curtains aside. He locked eyes with them.
He quickly closed them.
"Ignore."
One of them spoke up.
"It's the weird guy's room."
"He might have gotten a new hobby."
"Thank you mysterious person!!"
"But I wanna check."
"Fuck he's obsessed with her."
"kekekeke"
"Bad Mysterious person!! Baaad!!"
Park saw it in between the curtain's gaps.
A heavily tattooed figure rose up and walked towards the main entrance.
"ELLLLLLAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"Ouch!"
"You know I'm sensitive."
"Boohoo I'm so sorry Ella Please forgive me boobunnysugarteabiscuit.... THERE IS A GANGSTER COMING RIGHT NOWW!!"
Park spoke in hushed tones.
"But why are you scared?"
"You got Inky Winky in there."
Ella knocked on his chest.
"That's another story."
"What do you mean?"
{Ink is raising its eyebrow]
"Don't even start with me. Buddy."
There was a whistle in his hallway.
And it drew nearer...
and nearer...
"Hide!"
"Please!"
and nearer...
...
-knock
-knock
-knock
"Open up buddy."
There was a scuffle inside.
The voice sighed.
"Oi don't make me knock again."
The knob turned and the door flew open.
"..."
"Aintcha gonna let me in?"
The figure spat on the floor.
"Your parents didn't teach you manners?"
"I'm so sorry Brock."
"I was just tidying up..."
"Don't care."
The hulking figure pushed Park aside.
"Hmm?"
"Your room looks fucking depressing. What's up with that?"
"..."
Brock was looking around Park's room.
"I heard you have been visiting the hospital a lot recently."
"..."
"Anything going on?"
He was now in Park's face.
"Nothing at all."
"Hmmm?"
"Sir."
"..."
"Mr. Brock. Sir."
"..."
"Why you got your eyes closed?"
"Open your eyes when you're talking to me Punk."
"Sorry."
"Hmm?"
"Doctor's orders."
"I don't care about the doctor, Fucker."
"Open them."
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Got some balls on ya."
"..."
"Open them."
Brock laughed.
Green spiky growths covered his fists.
"I'm not going to tell you again."
"Do it while I'm still merciful."
He slowly cocked in his fist.
The atmosphere stated to become tense.
Park heard some movements.
"Don't come out yet Ella."
"..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, stay right where you are."
{Ink is baring its fangs]
"You too buddy."
{...]
{Ink is puzzled by your decision]
{Ink has fallen silent and is monitoring the situation]
"This fucker..."
-bang
Something landed on Park's face.
The thorny growths punctured his face as soon as they landed.
"Open your eyes."
"I'm sorry I can't."
The rhetorical back and forth continued as the heavy fists relentlessly befell Park.
The poor sandbag crouched on the ground still stood his ground as the fists fell on him.
He could taste the metal as his skin tore up. Blood endlessly flowed from the wounds.
"SHE SAID I'M NOT HER TYPE?"
The beast's thoughts slowly unraveled.
"MEEE?"
The crowd below heard the scuffle going on upstairs.
"Fucker's gone nuts."
"He might actually kill him."
Another one said.
"Anyway, all the better I hated that kid."
"Good riddance."
"Kekekeke"
Madness clouded Brock's eyes.
Ella was balling up her fists.
"Stay in there. Please."
{Ink will remember this incident]
"ME AND HER..."
"WE'RE DESTINED TO BE!!!"
"AND THEN THE BITCH GOES AHEAD AND SAYS FUCK ALL."
The intensity increased.
Brock's rage was boiling over.
{The figure's skill has met the specific requirements]
"Wow I'm feeling really good all of a sudden."
{The skill: Green horn is now transforming...]
Brocks green fists were slowly changing.
With every hit, a shade of black encroached over them.
"Almost there!"
"Don't die on me!"
Brock displayed a crazed look as he pounded on him.
"Any minute now!"
{Congratulations!]
{Green Horn has acquired a new form]
{A new skill is being registered]
{Death's kiss has been registered]
"YEESSS THAT'S THE STUFFF!!!"
A wash of ecstasy flooded over his face.
There was a rush of footsteps below.
Within no time, they were now before Park's door.
"What the fuck's going on?"
Brock was standing over Park's bloody body. Most of his figure was shrouded in darkness.
The only thing visible were his fists.
The growths were now dark with a shade of red.
"Someone's looking different."
"Beating this punk was really nice."
Brock heaved a sigh of relief.
"You almost killed him."
"Kekekeke."
"So sad you couldn't finish the job."
"He could have joined the other fucks being buried today."
"Yeah, you could have done him a favor."
Another said.
"But it's boring now."
Brock said.
"Look! He got blood all over your shoes."
"I guess he did."
Brock reached into his closet.
"Ella! No!"
Park moved.
"Eh? Looks like he still got some life in him."
Something hit his head.
"Ay! You'll kill him!"
Park was drifting in and out of consciousness.
Brock reached into his closet and yanked one of his shirts. He wiped off his blood and tossed it in his face.
A red hair was right in front of his face.
"Just die already yeah?"
"Enough Baxter. We need to leave."
Baxter spat on him.
"You're lucky, Weak fuck."
Brock motioned his army of goons out of the room.
The sound of their boots echoed after them as they walked away.
There was silence now.
The closet door flew open.
{Regeneration is sharply in effect]
Pops and cracks could be heard all over his body.
"What were you thinking?"
She wiped the spit off him and tossed the shirt aside.
"You could have almost died!"
"A...Almos..t"
"Hehehe..."
"Help me...up."
Ella offered a hand and helped Park get to his feet. With a mighty grunt she helped him to his bed.
Park silently stared at Ella as his body reconstructed itself. His body soaked the sheets beneath red.
"Got something on your..."
She slapped him.
She was holding back tears.
"Park's a dummy."
She puffed up her face.
His punctures were now closing up.
As if on time, she planted a kiss on his cheek and placed a small case beside him.
"What's all this?"
He tried to sit up, but she pressed him down.
"An apology."
She straightened herself and in a pink dust she was gone.
A tear fell on the pink mound on the floor.
Steam erupted from Park's room.
"I think I did good today."