It was raining, and thousands of water droplets fell on my face. I stared up at the dark and starry night. Beautiful I thought, but at the moment it didn't matter. I looked down at the pool of blood that had begun to form after getting stabbed by some kid with the backbone of a pencil. The damned prick had to stab me where it hurt the most, sadly, said prick is long gone and the person I saved didn't even bother to look my way.
Closing my eyes, I tried pulling out the knife in my stomach, the sudden sharp pain I felt almost made me a jerk. Doing it once more, this time, I relaxed my body before pulling out the knife.
"God that hurts! Feels as if I had metal scraping against each other against other inside me.. . . yeah that sounded weird."
Then again, with the amount of blood that I was losing, I knew that sooner or later I was going to die. Why did I pull the knife out? Man, I don't know, maybe I'm just tired of this world. Not saying that I'm some important figure of some sort, no, far from it. It's just a kid who thinks differently from others and gets alienated for it.
My vision started blurring, I felt the cold hand of death approaching, or maybe it was just my body losing the warmth from the loss of blood.
"Mom....grandma....grandpa....Uncle.... I'm sorry, forgive this useless child."
My eyes stung. Tears began to form and I knew that maybe in a minute or less, I was going to die.
"Vellen!"
Hm? Did someone call me? There wasn't a point to open my eyes, but I did, the last bit of strength that I could gather, I forced myself to blink the blurriness away. I saw them, my family, they were frantic, worried, angry, why?
"Vellan! Son! Where are you!"
That was my mother. Don't worry Mom, I'm just doing what you asked of me after so many years. I felt a pair of strong arms lift me from my position but because black spots had begun to form, I couldn't tell who it was, but I knew from the sound of their voice, that it was my Uncle. I heard him calling out to me, trying to wake me up. Ah, my Uncle, the one I respected the most, the one who out of everyone, kept giving me chances despite my constant failures, this time, I have truly failed him.
My grandparents, I managed to see their expressions. They were terrified. I was their only grandchild, and yet, even in death, I continue to worry them. They loved me like no other, now look what I've done.
Then my mother, tears fell down her cheek, I felt my life slipping away, my life flashed before my eyes. Oh Vel, you hopeless shit, pathetic even. Life is cruel yes, just as I was close to turning my life around. At my prime age of seventeen, I felt miserable, and I hated myself. Now that it has come to this, I can't complain. I remembered the last thing I spoke with my mom.
We were sitting at the dining table having our dinner. It was sometime around six o'clock in the evening when I asked her if I could use the family's car to drive down to town to buy some gasoline since we were running low on some gasoline, she said no. When I asked her why she snapped at me for questioning her. This became so common that I didn't even look bothered by her comment. Perhaps it was because of that was what caused her to become even more furious.
I sighed, my mother, couldn't stand being questioned, whether it'd be a suggestion or just wanting to know more about whatever the topic was.
I sat in my chair, listening to her go off on me once again, hearing the same old comments she had said to be from the time I had developed consciousness.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? Am I done talking with you? What manners do you have to show to your mother, huh!? You will never change, always selfish, you eat like a pig and you can't even have a proper conversation with people of the community!"
Yeah, I know, mom. I can't do much of anything, were my thoughts. She shook her head and waved me off. Arguing with her would not do me any favors, slowly I took my plate and placed it in the sink to wash. Once I was done, I still had to go and get the gasoline, or else I'd be in trouble with someone else.
Quickly finished with the chores, I put on my shoes to go to the shop but before I could, my mother questioned me again.
"Did whatever I say go over your head?"
Sighing, I answered without turning to her "Mom, I still have to get the gasoline, I just won't use the car, okay? I'll be back."
"And who gave you the decision to make that?"
The scolding I would be getting if I didn't get a new stock of gasoline made that decision for me. She kept yelling at me and I ignored her, just as I was about to turn the knob of the door, she said.
"So many people are dying around the world, why don't you join them"
Hearing the same thing over and over again. Yeah, you will eventually become numb to it. Being told to die by others was one thing, but from your parents, that will never heal.
"Don't worry, mom. I'll die soon enough"
Quickly leaving the house, I walked to town for that gasoline. Walking would take around forty minutes to and back so it won't take long.
Okay okay, I'll get to the point. The walk wasn't anything important, just that by the time I got to town, there was this group of thugs trying to haggle this bunch of high school girls. At first, I didn't want to get involved so I left. After buying a cylinder of gasoline, the thugs were still there, the only difference was that the high school girls were on the floor, and one of them was using their body as a shield to protect her friends from the kicks.
Looking back and forth between them and this very heavy cylinder will of gasoline. After giving it a few swings to see how fast I could swing it, I calmly approached the thugs and threw the gas cylinder at them. I knocked the first one out, I punched the second one in the balls and the last was which was still confused as to what had happened, I also went for his balls. In all fairness, when it comes to a fight, all is game, especially against thugs, they deserve any form of dignity.
The first one, which was the leader, got up and with a crazy look in his eyes, I quickly elbowed him in the chest, then I sent a powerful blow to his face using the medium-sized tin can. With all the thugs knocked out, I turned to the girls, the main girl was still protecting her friends with her body, seemingly unaware of what had happened.
Before I could reassure her, I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down and saw a butterfly knife sticking out of my side.
"Oh fuck"
Without hesitation, I pulled out the butterfly knife and returned it to my attacker, the leader. Seems like he was playing dead throughout the time I was beating his friends. I stabbed the knife into his right shoulder.
"Argh FUCK! It fucking hurts!" He screamed, both in pain and in terror as he crawled away.
"No shit, fuck head. It's supposed to hurt. I'm not having a good day, so I'm going to take away a working limb."
I grabbed the knife and tore it out of his shoulder, I think I damaged a tissue somewhere there but at the moment, I couldn't be bothered. I see these people everywhere, they take and act like they own the world until reality hits them. I took off my shirt and wrapped it around my wounded side, hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding until I made this guy regret it.
"Come on man, you don't have to do this! Look around you, everyone's watching. You don't want to be part of the news tomorrow." He pleaded for his life pathetically.
Although, he made a good point. Everyone was filming with their phones. How annoying and useless these people were. Earlier they wouldn't bother to record anything when these three idiots were terrorizing the high school girls and now all of a sudden everything became their problem. No, they were starving for a conflict. I can see it in their eyes, the same ones my mom has.
"Alright fine. You made a lot of sense, take your side chicks and go."
"Oh thank you, sir. Thank you so much!"
He dragged his friends away, however, there was something that bothered me about him.
"Hey."
"Y-yes?"
"What's your name?"
"M-my name? The name's Caleb..."
"Brooks?"
I finished it for him. He looked surprised.
"Yeah, that is... my name. H-how did you know?"
The little punk, he knew and yet he still asked. I seriously didn't want to bother with this, but my gut tells me that he will come back with a vengeance.
"Nothing, just go."
Everyone clapped but I felt nothing for it. Even when the high schoolers thanked me, I only told them to be careful at this kind of time and I quickly left. I checked my watch, it's been an hour since I left, and Mom was going to go nuts on me again, but she wasn't lending me the car, couldn't do much about it.
In the cold, dark road, my sensitivity spiked at this time, especially when it was just me alone. I heard someone moving in the dark. I don't have any superhuman powers or anything, it's just a skill I picked up. Then, as I thought, someone or someone as in some of a lot of them, came out of the covers of the night, and look and behold, it was the same guy who I let go. Why did I have to let them go, should've gone for the Achilles heels.
"Hey, there you fucker! Remember me?"
"No."
"Well, you're going to get fucked anyways! You see I don't-"
I threw the butterfly knife at his eye or at least I was hoping to hit his head, while he was speaking mid-sentence, and lucky for me too. He had to stand right in front of his gangs and goons. With a knife in his eye, he squirmed in pain. His audience was confused and blithered by the sudden sneak attack.
"If you're going to kill me tonight, believe me, I'm taking anyone who comes at me. You'll give me good distraction."
And that wasn't a threat, I meant that with every cell in my body. I was pissed, annoyed, and most of all, betrayed by my own family or maybe it was just me. I walked forward and some took a step back, while a brave soul came charging at me with his baseball bat-wielding over his head. Just a few feet away, I dashed forward, stopping his swing preventing him from generating enough force from a swing by positioning my hand at where he was going to swing down.
I then followed it up by gripping his wrist and throwing him down using his force against him. His head hit the cold concrete floor but I wasn't done, I let them go the last time, this time, no longer. I stomped on his ankle and broke it, everyone heard the bone-crunching under my foot and his screams. This time, a bigger, meaner, and pig-faced man stepped forward.
"Ho hahaha, all of you are useless, I'll take care of-"
Once again, I struck without letting them finish their sentence. For the pig, I went to the neck, he will be in pain for a good ten minutes or more cause he fell to his knees, groaning. For the final touch, I cupped both my hands and brought them together against both his ears. Well, his eardrums are gone.
He fell.
I stood before the stupid fucker crawling away. Now with the gap close, me standing over Callab and just a few feet away from his goons. He once again apologized and I picked up the butterfly knife from his eye socket and slowly cut his Achilles heels in front of his goons, who now got the message to run away. Seems like his goons were bought, typical Callab.
After making five lines on both his Achilles heel I warned him.
"You're lucky the hospital is near."
"Fuck you, you freak!"
I only stared at him.
"Yes, I'm pretty much a freak."
For that, I stabbed his carves and twisted it. He screamed and cried but I didn't care, I hadn't tortured someone in a while and wanted them to suffer. It seems that he had a hidden weapon and when I was distracted he stabs me in the stomach.
"Go fucking die!"
After a few moments of silence, I've decided, 'cause I lost too much blood, I tore out his other eye.
"Congrats Callab, you went from asshole to Crippling disability, enjoy being blind."
Walking away with a knife in my stomach, the rest is history. Oh, you're wondering how I am not arrested yet? Oh because the last time I did something this extreme was back in Pre-school where I punched someone for insulting my mother's cooking.
Now that we're back in the present, I forgot that I walked almost forty minutes back to my house under the sudden downpour and passed out from the blood loss.
Now everyone was surrounding me and I heard the sound of the ambulance coming, but it was no use, I couldn't see, and my body felt cold and wasn't holding out any longer. Sorry Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, everyone.
My eyes finally closed, never to be opened again and at that moment, I felt what it was like to die. It felt peaceful, I never knew that peace could be so comfortable. Then, I felt my head touch something soft, I smell.... grass. I opened my eyes and saw that I was back in the real world but why was I outside? There wasn't a single building in sight, just grass and flowers as far as the eye could see. Sitting upright, I took in a big gulp of air and smiled.
"This is nice."
That moment of peace was shattered when I heard someone call me.
"Welcome outworlder, to the world of Naradia."