bookpub Chapter 296: First Of Many
Chapter 296: First Of Many
Chapter 296: First Of Many
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Fourth Floor, SS-Class.
I uh... I don't know what to do.
A bad man, a villain maybe I bet that's what most would call me.
It's technically fair.
But not really.
At least I don't think so.
I mean, I've done things... bad things to people.
Yet, it wasn't really by choice.
Even though they were incredibly vile-an understatement that was.
Truly an understatement.
Blood.
Blood was spilled everywhere.
On my clothes.
On my body.
On my face.
And around my lips.
The stabs-the first ones-were sloppy, so sloppy.
Sometimes their flesh was as hard as bones, but other times it was smooth as butter.
I wish the latter would be today's case.
Because today... 'I'll' begin my plan, 'I'll' be killing people again.
And this time it would be in the Academy, not outside like usual.
It seemed that my little symbiotic friend grew quite hungry for a fresh teenager.
A delicacy 'it' called it.
I agreed with such a notion.
While I wasn't a fan of cannibalism before 'it' took over, I grew to enjoy certain body types more than others.
Fresh meat tasted better; it chewed less, so the younger the better.
Girls usually had a different flavor compared to the boys; maybe it related to their biology but wow, the clean ones certainly were a treat.
A treat both to my stomach and my eyes, for their blood dripped beautifully off their bones.
Anyways, what was I just thinking about?
Oh right, some might call me a villain, but I'm not.
I wasn't doing this out of my own will.
Their deaths were not mine to bear, but 'its.'
Once I used to scour the slums and find the occasional dead kid, usually buried under leaking trash, causing the smell of the meal to turn even more rancid than it already was.
Dead bodies, almost rotting ones, tasted like spoilt milk-infused steak, where the steak had expired a decade ago and cooked for ten hours on high heat, burning it to a crisp while keeping the chewiness due to the milk.
My first meal marked the beginning of my unending journey through such grim circumstances.
Now some might wonder, when was I introduced to such a taste, such a texture, such a smell?
Well... It was when I fell under its control.
It was two years ago, in the slums.
I've stumbled upon her in a hidden corner.
She looked like a normal kid, but she wasn't like the rest, which I eventually got used to.
It was obvious that a knife of steel had recently found its way to her heart.
That was a good thing.
She didn't die of malnutrition, dehydration, overdose, or even the occasional rape gone wrong.
She, in fact, had retained some meat on her bones before death.
And that wasn't all.
A man capable of making such a face was the one supposed to lead our newest meals?
"Felix? Are you alright?"
Ah... I didn't notice Olivia getting close.
"I-I'm fine, just got nervous after noticing that our principal was here."
Shit, she definitely had noticed my less-than-ideal state.
"Right? I don't know why but he said that he'd come today."
'No...'
'They know.'
'I'm dead...'
'I have to escape-'
"Did anyone here kill someone before? Please raise your hand if you did."
His words rang out, killing my thoughts.
"Don't worry about the legal stuff, Principal Amon guarantees that no harm will come to
you."
And they confirmed what I already knew.
"Oh, someone..."
My ears stopped listening to what was going on.
I closed my eyes shut.
They came here to lock me up.
Nothing here mattered anymore.
Should I escape?
Should I not?
Should I escape? Should I not?
Should I escape? Should I not?
Should I escape? Should I not?
Should I escape? Should I not?
Should I...
Was that even possible?
I don't think so.
But I have to try.
I must.
My life won't be lost rotting in a prison cell.
I'll jump off the balcony-
Swish!
Wait...
Those eyes of mine fluttered open as pain invaded my neck.
I saw the world spin as my mouth let out a bloodcurdling scream.
No... I heard nothing.
I wasn't screaming.
Actually, I couldn't scream even if I wanted to for my head left my shoulders.
It flew in the air, leaving a trail of blood that sprinkled all over the ground, nearing a man's
feet.
The last thing I saw was just that.
His plain black shoes.
They hovered over my head, and...
Crack!
Crushed it.
It brought an early end to the first of many disasters. ...Or so one might think.