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My newfound fame was exhilarating. Anywhere I went, I was followed by cheers of victory. Girls hanging off my arms, fist bumps in the hallways, my life was good.
And it all lasted for a day. Because right after my match was the beatdown of Punisher.
When a match was as high priority as this one you needed to pay for admission. That, or be gifted a free ticket by someone else.
I had been gifted many. Each came with a "lovely" present just dying to be thrown in the trash. Or lit on fire. The printed nudes were very, very flammable.
Due to his persistence, I refused to attend. When I heard the words yesterday, Punisher, beatdown, or Ghost, I hightailed it to the opposite end of the school. This meant I spent most of my time in the room.
This continued until I realized that hiding from his name meant I was acting like a pussy. I am not a fucking pussy.
So I marched out in my lovely orange uniform and accepted the fact that Ghost won this match by a landslide, and that after the match he had also confirmed rumors about his secret boyfriend.
Either 1. Ghost was a cheater or 2. The boyfriend didn't realize he was in a relationship.
It's fucking sick these gay bastards. I always attract the worst breeds.
"St-stop it daddy. It hurts. Please stop.." the little boy cried as his legs were savagely ripped apart.
"No Nicolas, you gotta be a good boy right? And good boys spread their legs without whining. If your super good, daddy can take you to Happy Land on Sunday. You want to go to Happy Land, right?"
The little boy thought it over. He loved Happy Land, but didn't want to go without Mommy. He missed Mommy and hadn't been allowed to leave the dark basement since she fell asleep.
"C-Can Mommy come too? I miss Mommy."
The look on his father's face caused little Nicolas, small, innocent, five year old Nicolas, to curl up into a tiny ball just before a hand grabbed his hair and yanked him back.
"Your a very bad boy Nicolas. I have been nothing but nice to you, and this is how you repay me? What is the number one rule in this house? Say it Nicolas, SAY IT!"
Never talk about Mommy. Never say no to Daddy. Never leave the basement. Never speak unless given permission by Daddy.
Nico had broken so many rules today. So many. Rules were bad and painful. They hurt when you didn't follow them, but they made you stronger. Stronger and a good little boy for Daddy.
Nico hated being a good little boy. And Nico hated Daddy.
There was a white girl on top of me. No, wrong. A brown girl with a white uniform. On top of him? Right, he had collapsed.
"H-He's awake now sir!" she cried out with a thick accent.
Her voice was rich and smooth, a unique feature that made her her. Unfortunately, I seemed to be the only one who recognized this.
"Oh god, Curry Girl spoke again!" "Go back to where you came from, Curry Bitch!" "Damn poor guy probably woke up from your stench."
They were everywhere, believing that people still cared whether they were white or not. This wasn't really my problem. If she wanted to be left alone then she needed to do it herself. She wasn't pretty enough to get help from someone else.
I stood up and walked off. Rather, I walked a couple steps until I heard their next words.
"Alright Curry slut, time for your favorite game! Punishment time! Get naked and dance on the table you fucking dyke."
Fuck, I was a piece of shit. I was such a piece of shit I should've just kept walking, but fuck it. She reminded me of myself those years ago.
Bam, fist to the face. These were all fellow orange rankers. Disgusting leeches who won a single, easy battle and thought they were superior. It was almost cathartic breaking tall, blonde, and skinny's inviting nose.
"Is this what you wanted? Acting like your tough shit when you really aren't? Cause all I see is a little boy coddled by their Mommy and Daddy so much that when they went to the big, bad real world they learnt the truth. That you are nothing but scum under my feet."
There is nothing better in this world than watching entitled brats reduced to whimpering messes at your feet. Their begs to stop are drugs, and I have never been happier to get addicted.
A hand tugged at my uniform. Turning around I saw the girl.
"A-Ah, thank you, but you can let it go now."
"This is not a favor, alright? I've been pent up and I happen to like punching assholes."
There was a moment of understanding.
Understanding that I was doing this for myself, not her.
"Well, if you had fun. My name is Saanvi, and if you ever need anything I'd love to help. But only this once, a gift for taking your anger out on those who deserve it."
I nodded. Seemed like a fair deal.