29 The Staring Contest Part 2

The days Repeated as I stared at the ceiling. Very little changed as I stared at this ceiling.

There were three things that changed in total. The amount I ran, The Weather and the Elemental pools. Each day the amount I ran increased. Each day the weather got worse. Each day the Elemental pool changed. The first day was Ice Mana freezing my cells in a pain unique to the cold. The second day was Fire. Each cell was in an inferno burning me in eternal damnation. The third day came Lightning. It was sending my nerves numb as I was blasted with electricity in a painful numbing sensation. The Forth day came, and the elemental pool changed to some type of grass. Each cell felt like a plant was growing roots deeper into my body.

Each day was a fresh hell with me passing out with my only sleep coming for blackouts. Then I would awake naked in my bed. I was staring at the ceiling. I felt reality warp around me as the mana stopped all ability to cast magic. I couldn't rift into my lab to check on anything. This ate at my mind knowing that I would find something tragic when I got back.

I tossed that out of my head as I stared at the ceiling. Last night, I was subjected to the fifth elemental pool; A dark sticky mana made me feel like I was rotting. Each pool pulled at my sanity, it felt like. Someone told me in the past that my grip on reality was fragile at best. I remember telling that person I had a better grip on reality than they did. I didn't let opinions matter. The only thing people could call into question was my thoughts on betas and alphas. I didn't care, though. I had the right to know that Beta males and Females suck and Alphas who hold me down and plow me are the superior beings.

Facts were just that Facts. There are no alternative ones. Statistics are statistical data that you can find new facts from. They were more tricky, though.

My mind continued to wander from subject to subject as I stared at the ceiling. Over the last couple of days, I had gotten more serious. The battle path was set, and the ceiling was quickly becoming my worst nemesis. It taunted me for hours, unblinking. Lately, though, I started to feel a slight change. As the contest continued, I swear it was coming closer to me. Still, I stared at it even as it felt it was coming closer. It wasn't noticeable, but I felt that the ceiling was slowly folding under my gaze.

My mind took it as the ceiling folding to my intense stare, slowly losing the staring contest under my intense gaze. Still, the contest was cut short as Teacher stormed into the room without thought. I would then be dragged out of bed forced to dress. The pitter-patter grew louder on the window as I fit into the tight clothing.

As I was forced out into the pelting rain that grew in strength, I heard the boom of thunder. In the sky, not far away, Lightning fell from the sky. The weather didn't stop the training, though. I was chased by Teacher, who gleefully forced me to run. My legs started to adapt but, under strain, begun to grow tired. My muscles at first would relax, no longer hurting. The full-out sprints would bring it back, and the pain would increase as I took my body to the edge then sprinted over the line. Teacher continued to 'motivate' me either by yelling or sending pain through my body with magic.

The Torture would continue until I blanked out, just flat out running around the buildings. I knew only one thing. If someone chased me in the future, I could run very far, very fast at this point. You could see Beta boys and girls watching in the buildings' windows as I was tortured outside while lightning lit the skies.

Still, even as the field became a mud pit under the constant rain that tried to pierce the skin, I ran. I ran faster under the voice of Teacher as she screamed and hurt me. My body responded, bringing out all its potential under her training. When I was nearing the edge where I thought my legs would give out, she would slow down and sprint turned to a jog then to a walk. We would enter the main building. My body soaked in rainwater and exhausted; I would be seated in front of a feast.

At this point, my body reacted faster than my mind. Before I realized it, I was tearing into an entire loaf of bread, stopping only to dip it in a soup. The calories and vitamins were necessary to me on many levels, and I consumed the whole table of dishes that were presented to me. My stomach felt bloated after overeating each time without fail.

The next step teacher would present my tired, exhausted body the pill. That pill signaled a battle. My Instinct kicked into hyperdrive, my fear fueling desperation to escape the next torture. My body attacked without thought, and like a frenzied beast, I didn't think about my attacks. I raged at her blindly, attacking without the ability to use my mana.

Teacher took the attacks or deflected them. Soon I ended up on the ground with her forcing my mouth open. She would proceed to drop the pill into my mouth with a smile. Then again, like every other day, she forced me to swallow. I cried out in frustration as the pill slid down my throat. She proceeded to drag me to the next room.

The fight erupted again; knowing it was an elemental pool, I did everything I could. I became no less than a beast biting, raving, begging. Nothing mattered to her. She dragged me into the room. Inside, a pool of unbelievable light shone. My begging and fighting continued until I ended up in the pool of mana. My screaming lasted only a second before my mind erupted in a new unimaginable torture. Every cell felt like a wide-open eye being blasted by a spotlight. I fell silent as my mind continued to scream without sound.

Again I blacked out.

My eyes opened mana, forcing me awake as the light that frayed my nerves, blinding each cell from any other mana source. I stared at the ceiling, both blinded and not by the mana my body slowly absorbed. My eyes stared at the new nemesis developing.

This Ceiling.

I looked at it as if it killed all my babies. My mind was seeking ways out of the torture. This ceiling was the reason. Every time I lost the staring contest, I would be forced to run then into the elemental pools. It was the fucking ceiling's fault. Every time I lost, that was my punishment. It was unimaginable how fucking much I hated this ceiling.

I felt it coming closer, and my instinct told me it was slowly closing in on folding to me. My body didn't move, and I could almost see the ceiling closer and closer as I stared at it with increasing intensity.

Then Teacher stormed into the room. I blinked, and the ceiling smiled triumphantly. Teacher would then administer the punishment for losing again.

The running became longer.

The Food became more plentiful.

The elemental pool became more fearful.

The Ceiling won again despite being closer each day to losing.

The Elemental pool finally repeated. I learned that it was going, Ice, Fire, lightning, grass, Darkness/ rot, Light, Earth, Each a torture in itself. I screamed every time, and days started to blend together.

The only thing remained true. Fuck that ceiling. My hate towards it was growing every time I lost to the thing. It grew every day, and I vowed on my mission on this world; it would be the first to go. This ceiling would die a death it never knew possible. My staring contest continued, and my punishment for losing continued.

Time passed. The storm continued, and my legs worked in the mud, easily sprinting on the soft soil. The week-long storm raged, and I heard a boom of lightning as I passed the school building again. My mind slipped into the mindless task as I passed the building, again and again, lapping around the dorms for the nth time.

Soon my teacher's instructions, we came to a stop to the only reprieve from the torture came, and a feast was in front of me. The table grew larger, and I lost myself in eating like a savage. Cutlery was something in the past for me now. My body demanded more nutrients by the day. I was starved; it felt after each day. The table had grown more extensive, and the amount of each dish increased. I became mindless in stuffing myself with food.

When the table emptied, I no longer felt bloated but still hungry. That disappeared from my mind when a pill was presented to me. Instinct kicked in but not mindlessly anymore. I needed to fight correctly to escape. The Mana still soaking my body cut me off from the void, but I attacked with my perfect body. My fingers attacked weak points in the body. Anatomy came to mind, and I attacked the body's weak points. Still, I failed again, ending up on the ground with Teacher sitting on me as I struggled to escape. The pill would slowly go down my throat, bringing my body despair as she stood to drag me towards the Elemental pool.

The floor became littered with scratches from me attempting to escape. The scratch marks from my fingernails grew, increasing every day as I begged and fought in various ways. Attempts came up empty as I soon soundlessly cried out, feeling each cell blinded in the light mana yet again. Each dunk in the pool of mana I learned my mind lasted longer without realizing it. Minutes rolled by as I screamed in my mind as each cell screamed in the pain of being blinded by the light until my mind shut down to protect me.

The Ceiling stood above me.

It was mocking me.

Taunting me for repeated failures.

I came to realize how little I failed in my previous world. I was always at the top. Rarely did I suffer setbacks. With growing hatred and intensity, I stared at the worst thing in this universe. This fucking Ceiling. My hate for it was wider than the Pacific. More in-depth than the deepest trench. It grew each day as the intensity of my stare grew each day.

I no longer doubted that the ceiling was growing closer as I laid paralyzed. I felt my win coming on. I was going to win as the Ceiling started to come closer and closer. It almost reached my nose at this point. My body that refused to move was less than an inch away from it. My breasts could feel the solid object millimeters away from me.

The intensity grew as I knew teacher would come soon. My resolve to kill the enemy before me only grew more profound as time neared. I even heard the steps of Teacher outside the door.

Then it happened just as the door was being slammed open. The Ceiling folded under my gaze. A purplish-black void opened up, and the ceiling moved, folding in on itself endlessly, becoming smaller and smaller as it rapidly folded in on itself. The loud sound of the ceiling tearing itself apart as it folded deafened out the sound of the door crashing into the wall. Teacher didn't drag me out as I laid victorious in the contest. When my gaze left the ceiling, it collapsed onto the ground, crashing through the floor to those below as rain started to pelt the inside of the room.

It didn't matter; I cried out in victory. "YEAAHHHHH!! FUCK YOU CEILING I FUCKING WIN YOU FUCKING BETA BITCH!" I cried out, achieving my victory with tears streaming down my eyes. My exhausted body is still refusing to move.

"What the fuck you do this time?!" Teacher yelled. Then she audibly sighed. Cries around the building started, and Teacher decided this needed a punishment. I cried as she forced me into my clothes in the rain, making it even harder under the pelting rain. I was then dragged out into the field made to run laps.

"Teacher, Why?!" I cried to her confusion. "I won the contest. Why!?"

I was ignored as I ran laps that day.

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