EagleBeak Cliff. 29th July. 10:41 pm
It was a calm night at EagleBeak Cliff, just as it always was. The wind blew freely, and the grass swayed gently.
The pale moon hung comfortably in the backdrop, adding a fantastical quality to the view that was utterly mesmerising to behold.
It was such a soothing scene—one that captured the very essence of peace and tranquillity.
But suddenly, a high-pitched, slightly croaky voice echoed, accompanied by laughter that would make the greatest of witches blush in shame.
The level of sinister intent in that laughter alone was shocking. It made one wonder about the crazed being behind such a sound.
More voices joined in laughter, though deeper and more masculine. It soon morphed into a cacophony of jeers and boorish taunts.
"Why don't you keep running, rat?!"
"Hehehe, look at him shaking like a twig in a hurricane."
"Pfft! More like a faulty vibrator!"
Another round of mocking laughter rang out atop EagleBeak Cliff, and this time, it took two whole minutes for the laughter to subside.
"You probably didn't expect to be cornered like this, did you?!"
"I told you, he couldn't have known this new route. How does it feel to have your hopes crushed, freak?"
Five tall and muscular youths could be seen smiling and laughing sadistically, each with a powerful physique and brutish aura. Opposite this gang of boys, and standing a few metres away from the edge of the cliff, was a single youth, breathing heavily and panting.
His clothes were dirtied with dust and stained with blood. There were also numerous cuts and bruises all over his body, making him look quite miserable. But all six boys knew that compared to the beating that was sure to come, these wounds couldn't even be called a hickey!
The lone youth was thin and haggard, with a hunched back and frail figure. He had long black hair, a straight nose, and a chiselled jawline. He would have made a dashing specimen, if only he had pupils in his eyes.
Yes, his eyes were pure white and pupil-less, making them extremely creepy to look at.
Even more unsettling and goosebumps-inducing than a 70-year-old paedophile's lecherous gaze...
"What do you want from me again?!"
The lone youth, despite looking frail and weaker than a stack of broomsticks, had a rather strong and firm voice. There was no fear in his tone, only a terrifying calm and a slight tinge of madness...
The youth currently sported a perplexed expression on his face. He had thought that his bullies would have been satiated after giving him his daily dose of suffering in the school warehouse earlier today.
He was on his way to the local pharmacy to get some common painkillers when they suddenly sprang up unannounced, like an anxiety erection at a councilman's manifesto...
He had done the most logical thing at that moment and took to his heels, running for dear life. But when five spirituals are chasing a normal person like himself, there was no escape.
The tallest and most muscular-looking youth among the five gradually stepped forward, his posture as arrogant and condescending as physically possible.
Despite being a good eight inches shorter than the lone youth, he still managed to make him see nothing but his two nostrils...
It was quite amazing...
"What do we want? Oh, come on now, Neo, you know what I want!"
"Leave Chester's woman alone, bastard!"
"Look at him, pathetically leeching off a woman!"
Chester's goons roared at the youth passionately, each trying to show he was the most loyal...
"But I've told you, we're not dating! We're just best friends! Feel free to try your luck anytime!"
The lone youth tried to explain himself once again, just as he had been doing for the last two years. But as usual, Chester merely frowned, his hands slowly clenching.
"Not enough, then," he said.
Chester's words had barely fallen when he took off with shocking speed. He pounced towards the lone youth like a bloodthirsty beast, appearing before him with his palms outstretched and inches away from the taller youth's cheeks.
Pow!!
Like the beating of war drums, the other boys standing behind Chester were roused into action, and they all pounced on the poor youth at superhuman speed.
What followed was a gory, sickening party of breaking bones and spilling blood.
Although the victim in question fought back with everything he had, he was no match for five spirituals.
The traumatising sounds of flesh hitting flesh, flesh hitting bone, flesh breaking bone, and many more devilish noises echoed non-stop atop EagleBeak Cliff for the next hour.
The only surprising fact was that despite all the numerous wounds and unimaginable pain the lone youth was sure to be experiencing, there was not a single sound of pain from him.
He lay there completely still as the boys punched and mauled him brutally, with only his heavy breathing assuring them that he hadn't died under the assault.
As if desperate to get a reaction from the boy, Chester and his friends stripped him naked and urinated all over his body.
They did all that and even beat him some more, but still, the boy refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry or squeal in pain.
He just held it all in, as he'd been doing for years now. Holding it in...
When the boys had finally had their fill, had broken most of the bones that could break, and had even knocked him unconscious, they casually left their bloodied victim and descended the cliff, laughing among themselves as if they had not just ravaged their classmate some minutes ago.
Chester was even on a holo-chat with a girl, inviting her over for the night...
This was the New Age...
A society where the strong ruled, and the weak were doomed to suffer in silence.
This was the life of Neo'hiell Davvari Immortal...
29th July. 11:46 pm.
A life that was about to change!