it was human nature. to kick you when your down. to snare something into a fair fight only for you to cheat. it was the way of mankind. and everyone knew that. but for a while i kept lying to myself saying it wasnt tru. and i wasnt like that.
but i was...
my thoughts clear and i compose myself.
Brutality was important. But more important was how you carried yourself after committing it. your response to any query. your perceived motivations. and how you justified yourself.
in short. even if I aced the actual fight. It would be worthless if I wasn't able to capitalize on it. I had the ball in my court. and in terms of social negotiation. the scales of who held power, at least perceivably, in this room. was me.
even if the teacher and the principle held more power than me in their authority. I held more power in the minds of the onlookers. The principle, however, was unphased. the kind of behavior you would expect from a man of his status. So my only option was the teacher. who was breaking down in tears at the sight of the girls shattered heads.
I look at the teacher, smiling. taking my mask off. waving my hand nonchalantly. with practiced charisma. It was forced, and it looked like it was. but it came off as me being theatrical. completely underplaying the situation that just transpired.
I know exactly why she attacked me, so don't bother trying this stunt again. I crossed my hands smugly. grinning. I had no fucking idea what was going on—why this happened or why she even attacked me. I had many theories, but the mentality of pronoun lizards was honestly an enigma to my hominid sense of rationality. but I couldn't tell them that.
I hover my foot over her smashed head. stepping on it. apply some force as I lean. An acknowledgment of a moan in agonizing pain came from the girl. She was barely alive. Aldo, I could sense it wouldn't be long until she expired from this world. perfect. Time is of the essence. I stomp on her head.
The teacher screams in horror. and the girl whines in pain; clearly, it was her dying gasps. Good, good, I thought. Now they are willing to cooperate. i speak. okay maam. listen closely. I need some school supplies for the next 5 years. Please call this girl's parents. so we can negotiate the terms of their daughter's life.
She frantically began typing in the number of the parents. a quick ring. and it was sent to their accounting secretary. I'm sorry, Mr. Rumbonaburg is busy. He's in a meeting. The teacher frantically told her the details. Then we heard a loud crash and ran from the side of the phone. panted breaths and kicked down a door. some men talking, then silence. and then they complain about what the meaning of this is. Then an authoritative man yelled at the secretary. Why are you in here? He was cut off mid-sentence as she screamed that his daughter had gotten into a fight and was about to be killed.
He yelled at the principal and threw the phone. YOU FUCKING AMPHIBIAN SCUM! he roared. How could you let this happen to my little girl on her first day? First, she gets taken to the principal office for a fight she didn't even start. And now you're trying to hold her life ransom. What is this extortion? I knew their enlisting you to be the school principal was a mistake! He screamed at the top of his lungs with all his rage.
The principle sat back in his seat, annoyed. Sorry, throughmbo, maybe next time your kid shouldn't pick fights with apes. especially violent ones. THEY ARE ALL VIOLENT, he screamed back. The principle replied, Be very careful with your words. I will let you know the phone line can be cut for any unforseen circumstances that are most tragic. He raised a finger to what looked like a radio jamming device on his desk. Don't tempt me, he spitted out. The man on the other side of the phone tensed up, splewing out apology after apology. I liked the principled style. He was very agreeable. I will let you speak to the human now that the principle has been calmly stated.
and he yelled for the phone. and then the teacher walked over to me quickly and gave it to me with an open hand. as I placed it in my ear.
He softened his voice. Your a reasonable man, he began. with such a good negotiating tone. The voice felt melodic, like a low horn. and I can feel my mind scramble. It was full of suggestions, and a part of me. wanted to listen. but I dispelled whatever type of influence had come over me. My ape nature was enough to resist any hadrosaur call. partially because I couldn't hear it.
You're a good man. You're reasonable. I'm glad you came to talk. so uhh... How is my little girl? Shes, uh, such a rowdy young lady. But you know how hard it is? for an old fart like me. to raise such a firebrand young woman in this day and age? the media. the politics. It really poisons the well of their minds. So, uh, can you please cut me a deal and... Take your foot off her shattered skull... He said that last bit with some choked tears.
I casually say. how much?
wat. dumbfounded, he replied.
how much? I reply angrily, clearly annoyed and showing it. the others in the room tensing up. and the silence on his end made me get the mental image of everyone being tense in the room as well.
I smiled victoriously. It was always the spoils after war that were where true heroes shined. the people who get the credit. That was all that mattered. the credit. and reward.
tapping my foot. chunk. blunk. splash. She choked in agony. letting out a whimper as I put the phone down on her face. so he can hear her breath. one last time.
so it will scar his memory. forever.. I could hear crying on the other side of the phone. mmmm, dino tears. delicous, I regret I wasn't there to lick their stupid faces. these filthy animals. The evil look on my face was in front of everyone, my mask fully fading. and I didn't care.
I snapped a photo. and sent it to the caller number. He gasped and then held back what sounded like vomit. His teeth were chattering. He could barely keep his voice steady. He gulped it down with a disgusted cough. how much. I'll give you anything.
I put my hand on my head. What was the best option for me? Hmm, I thought allowed. clearly asking for the principles help. He wrote on a piece of paper. clearly thinking about the math of all the things I need.
I felt a familiar voice, sinister and a lot more proud of me now. whispering the amount I needed. I worded it out as the information entered my mind.
thats... thats PROPOSTEROUS!. crack: OKAY OKAY. I'll do it.
The math felt wrong. I don't think I needed that much. and the principle gaze looked directly at me. Consider it your donation to the school. The voice said it in my head. i smirk. I agree; I was just being generous. showing school spirit. We both smirked together.