NIGHTMARE
Tyler opened his eyes and he sat in the same place where he had a bun. He got up and went to the exit, but someone poured the entire dining room with gasoline and began a fire. Water alarm not worked. The ceiling began to fall and closed the output. Tyler was trapped. He tried to raise the ceiling, but his hand was in the fire and burn the skin to the bone. He didn't feel pain, so just let the ceiling fall down. The devil returned with the deal. He was in the same clothes.
-Did you think well my offer?
-There is no palm on two of my hands, what should I fucking do?!?
-This will become useful in the future.
He gave me a knife that fit in my pocket. It was as if I woke up and sat on the same table with juice and a bun. I went to the lesson. It was a P.E. lesson. I didn't change the clothes because I was in a hoodie and was in sportswear. I was fit, but not too strong. In this lesson, everyone in the class passed the standards. I passed them without any problems. As I walked down the hall to my classroom, a high school student came around the corner. He was about 1 meter 75 feet. He swung his fist right into my face, but I managed to dodge. I walked back with a simple step, and he followed me as if I was a victim. After walking a few meters, I thought that I had to do something and I hit him on the head with my hand. He was off.
-And why did he go to me? -thought Tyler.
I went back through the hall and saw the second bully. He was aggressive. Unlike the previous one, he beat faster and no longer to stun, but to death. I had to run, and I ran into the dining room even without noticing it. He cornered me. He pulled out the knife and swung, but I took my knife from my pocket and hit him in his shoulder. He started bleeding, and I stood over him. There was not a feeling of unite or a pity in my veins, but pleasure and as if I filled the thirst for blood.
-Did you think well my offer?
-There is no palm on two of my hands, what should I fucking do?!?
-This will become useful in the future.
He gave me a knife that fit in my pocket. It was as if I woke up and sat on the same table with juice and a bun. I went to the lesson. It was a P.E. lesson. I didn't change the clothes because I was in a hoodie and was in sportswear. I was fit, but not too strong. In this lesson, everyone in the class passed the standards. I passed them without any problems. As I walked down the hall to my classroom, a high school student came around the corner. He was about 1 meter 75 feet. He swung his fist right into my face, but I managed to dodge. I walked back with a simple step, and he followed me as if I was a victim. After walking a few meters, I thought that I had to do something and I hit him on the head with my hand. He was off.
-And why did he go to me? -thought Tyler.
I went back through the hall and saw the second bully. He was aggressive. Unlike the previous one, he beat faster and no longer to stun, but to death. I had to run, and I ran into the dining room even without noticing it. He cornered me. He pulled out the knife and swung, but I took my knife from my pocket and hit him in his shoulder. He started bleeding, and I stood over him. There was not a feeling of unite or a pity in my veins, but pleasure and as if I filled the thirst for blood.
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