Chapter 1

"Why are you crying?" I asked slapping his partner's severed hand against his face. 

"You're an ugly crier" I said sitting the hand on his lap. I removed the ball gag from his mouth and immediately he started screaming nonsense.

"Ah..ah.. please don't kill me! It wasn't my idea to target you please!" He screamed gasping for air. 

"I thought you were just a normal basketball player" he said sobbing intensely.

"Everyone thinks that" I replied calmly.

"I promise, just let me go and I…" he said before I cut him off. I was getting tired of hearing his excuses for his foul behavior.

"This is perfect weather hm? Do you know why?" I asked kneeling in front of him watching as tears and snot run down his swollen face. 

"When I'm done dismembering your body, the rain will wash the blood away easily. Then I will deliver your severed limbs to your family who won't know you're dead yet since there will be no body and the rain would have washed away any trances. It will be as if you vanished into thin air." I said slowly sliding the severed hand down his leg as he buckled over pulling at his restraints. I slowly stood while gripping his face by his chin forcing him to look up at me, I was debating on removing his blindfold now or later. 

"Isnt this exciting?" I said happily before he started screaming and begging for his life again. Like how rude the host is explaining the plans of the night and all he can think of is himself, such a selfish man. 

"Please man I have a daughter" He said sweating profusely.

"Don't worry I will make sure you are with her every birthday" I replied squeezing his face and leaning in close. He smelled of sewage and cheap cologne.

"What do you mean?" He asked confused while he trembled in the chair. 

"I am being very considerate you should thank me for my generosity" I said releasing his face and pushing him back in the chair. 

"Please don't hurt my family please" He cried loudly trying to escape his restraints. How can people be so rude when people are being so considerate and kind and yet they don't even say thank you. He just screams and cries making everything about him. Did his parents not teach him basic manners? I then suddenly stabbed him in thigh all the way to the hilt of the knife. 

"Say thank you" I yelled stabbing him repeatedly in his legs listening to his flesh tear with every stroke. 

"When someone does something nice for you, you thank them! Where is your courtesy?" I yelled watching the blood pool on the floor as I could see through his leg to the floor with his bone showing. I had stabbed his leg in to ground meat laying on the floor beneath the chair.

"Thank you Thank You THANK YOU!" He screamed in pain, stomping his legs drooling everywhere but I still wasn't satisfied.

"Louder I can't hear you, your partner needs to hear you appreciating my generosity" I smiled as I began stabbing the other thigh as he sobbed loudly. He yelled thank you 6 more times louder and louder while trying to catch his breath. 

"My apologies, it appears my hand slipped" I said as I walked around the chair behind him as he sobbed begging for me to spare him. I slid his blindfold down and griped the top of head turning his head to the left so he could see what I had made for him. His partner was dismembered into a large black garbage bag in the chair next to him. 

"I even made you a warm place to go because even pigs need to be warm in hell" I said laughing as he screamed in horror. He lunged forward and the chair fell forward with him, and he hit his face on the concrete floor and all I could do was laugh at him. I was finally amused, I put together the perfect party and the guest were only rude and distasteful and now he is amusing me. I picked him up and sat him correctly while he bled from his nose and mouth.

"So, are you ready to admit what you have done wrong?" I said as I sliced through this man's ankle while he was strapped down to the chair. I felt a sense of release as my blade cut through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. I walked slowly across the room listening to the man's screams and pleads for survival. A rage slowly boiled in my blood as this man begged for his life to be spared when didn't spare any of the kids that he brutally raped, beaten then killed leaving their bodies on the sides of roads or in back alleys like they were nothing more than broken toy. 

The Man that is currently crying for his pathetic life is none other than Beta Chief of surgery at Marie James Memorial Children hospital, Johnathan James. Marie James was his wife for 12 years before dying horribly in a Car Crash 2 years ago. They had one child; Emily Marie James was about to turn 9 years old tomorrow. Johnathan decided 15 years ago he wanted to take the life of 4-year-old Andrea Micheal, just to see what it felt like to take a life instead of saving it. Little Andrea was one week from her 5th birthday when he snatched her from the women's restroom while her mother looked away for 2 seconds as her son had fallen while following her. Andrea's Mother, Elizabeth Micheal assumed her daughter had walked into the restroom that was less than 5 feet away being that's where they were going anyway because Andrea had to pee, not knowing her little angel had already been snatched before she even reached the door. Johnathan Snatched Andrea from the park restroom and kept her alive for 9 Days while beating her for crying for her mother and then proceeded to rape her repeatedly. After 4-year-old Andrea was destroyed To point she could no longer cry or beg for her mother nor her life. Every bone in this poor innocent girl's body was shattered and her face was so swollen you couldn't recognize her when they found her body in a laundry mat dumpster 3 cities north of her home while Johnathan was visiting for a business trip. He took the life of such a sweet and bright 4-year-old violinist. Full of talent and smiles was taken for curiosity. I couldn't sit back and just let him continue living his carefree life another minute when I found he was doing such disgusting things. The sick fuck had even gone as far to record his victims last days of life just to rewatch it for his joy. This simply all pisses me off how he was begging for his life while he spared none in 15 years. 183 Boys and girls all between 3 years old to 8 years old. I wonder if his family know what kind of abomination this man was.

"Please, Please I beg you I won't do it again! I have a daughter!" the man screamed as I turned on the projector with the pictures of the countless children's bodies showing him what he had done. None of the children was ever over the age of 9 and he dares to beg for his life? I walked to the projector and pressed play on the countless videos of the children crying and begging and turned the volume up so he could listen and see what he had done to deserve what I am doing to him. 

"You have a daughter? Isn't that sweet for you to be thinking of her right now? Isn't her birthday soon?" I said kneeling in front of him lifting his face by the chin with my knife to reveal his bruised and swollen face as he cried desperately. Looking at a grown man cry and snot all over himself turned a pit in my stomach that made me what to hurl.

"YES! Yes! It is she will be 9 years old, PLEASE SPARE ME! IM BEGGING YOU!" the man once again pleaded for his life as he knew tonight will be his last. I stood slowly pushing my hair behind my mask chuckling softly when suddenly my phone dinged over on the table across the room. Since we were in an abandoned factory the sound of the ding echoed off the walls making it sound longer and louder.

"don't go running off before the grand finale okay now?" I said, pointing my knife at his throat as I walked towards my phone and chuckled. I lifted my phone and the name Kitty appeared with a photo message. I got to finish this soon, I got better things to be doing.

 I smiled and removed my mask, laying it on the table opening the photo showing that another one of victims' body had turned up in dumpster 3 blocks from his home. 

"Now, you said you had a daughter, right? 9-year-old Emily, what if I went to your house right now and just stole her from her bed and treat her like you did all these children? That would be fine Correct. I'm curious on what it feels like to mutilate her" I said walking back to him and running my knife down his shoulder before pressing it into his side. He screamed in pain and pulled at his restraints. 

"NO! No please, don't not my daughter! You leave her alone, she did nothing wrong! She had nothing to do with what I did, Please" he cried out.

"She did nothing that is correct" I said pulling my knife out and standing and walking around him rubbing my head. Johnathan began to pray and recite the bible which just pissed me off more.

"Boy, girls, even babies. They were not spared and I'm sure they begged you for hours, calling for their mother or their father. What makes you think God will save you now after what you did?" I said Punching him in the jaw. I felt the bone break under my fist and blood slowly started gushing from his mouth as he still had things to say.

"Please my daughter she needs me…" he mumbled through his broken teeth and crushed jaw.

"Holy shit you can still speak?!" I laughed slapping my knee then kneeled in front of him once again and removed my mask. his eyes widened as if he saw the grim reaper coming for his soul.

"Don't worry, I'll cut off all your toes and fingers then send them to your daughter every year for her birthday and then in 20 years I'll send her your torso. Isn't that nice? You will be with her every birthday" I said slicing through his throat as he screamed then suddenly gagged on his own blood. 

 Another day once again in the same room in the same bed and yet something feels different and unusual. I couldn't quite figure out what was wrong, but I felt as if a change was coming. As I began to stand to get out of my bed, I looked at the walls seeing every award that I've ever won and yet they were meaningless to me. Just another act, just another show, that I put on every day to hold this reputation of the exceptional Beta Male, so that I can protect the ones I love and live a life that I want. 

I slipped on my house shoes and walked to the closet, springing it open. Trying to decide what outfit to wear today but nothing looks right in my eyes. I feel like something is off.

"Young Lord, have you awakened?" Said Sebastian knocking on my bedroom door.

"You may enter" I replied throwing on plain black pants and grabbing a white t-shirt. Sebastian then opens the door and enters, looking at his tablet to tell me today's events. Sebastian wore a black suit and tie with his thick, long black hair tied to the back of his head. Sebastian has worked for my father ever since he was 17 years old, mostly as an assistant and as his bodyguard. Sebastian was the only person in the world who knew I was a dominant alpha, I trusted him with my life. He had more of a slim muscular structure to his body, so people mostly underestimated him when he came to fights but with his skill set you would have believed he was raised to be an assassin. He began to be my bodyguard and assistant when my father was believed to be deceased. That would be five years now and Sebastian has been nothing but loyal to me. He does exactly what he's told without question. Questioning my decisions and choices is the same as saying that you doubt me, I can't have the one serving me doubt my choices when I live in a world that wants nothing more than my death simply because I wasn't born a beta. It wasn't always like this, years before I was born there were 2 genders with 6 sub-genders. In other words, you could be born Male or female at birth and then given a sub-gender of Alpha, Omega, or Beta around puberty. On rare occasions people were given a sub-gender of Dominant Alpha or Dominant Omega. Due to an Alphas aggressive and possessive nature and Omegas high changes of birthing more Alphas, Betas came together and decided that Alpha and Omegas just should not exist. On July 4th, 1994, anyone with an Alpha or Omega status was rounded up and murdered in a gas chamber with a huge party being thrown right outside the doors as you listened to the screams of mothers begging for their children to be spared. Betas partied for 3 days and nights as if they didn't just murder men, women, and children in cold blood. Even the infant children born from an Omega mother or father were murdered to ensure that their entire sub-genders were erased like they were just a disgusting stain on the world. On July 7th, 1994, They held a what they call the cleansing, Where they took all the bodies of these families and burned them in a ditch then covered them in cement. They even went as far as building a shopping mall over their grave while forgetting the entire massacre. 

My beautiful, loving Beta mother Rija found out I was born a Dominant Alpha when I was 11 years old after I had my first Rut while my father was at work. My mother knew the dangers of not reporting my existence, but she didn't care, she loved me with all her heart. Rija started working a part time job and surfing the black market for alpha suppressants to hide my status. We lived with this secret for 5 years before my father searched my room and found the suppressants in a hidden safe behind my bookcase on one of his paranoid house searches for hidden cameras and bugs placed by the FBI. On that unfortunate day my mother was 37 weeks pregnant with my baby sister and my father beat my mother until she was barely breathing. I tried my hardest to fight my father off my mother but he just turned his anger onto me and grabbed a metal bat and beat me until my leg was broken and I was barely conscious. Once I was no longer a problem he turned and beat my mother mercilessly, He then locked me in the basement leaving my dying mother on the cold hardwood floor, telling me what happened to my mother was my fault. That I should have never been born and killing me would be a mercy to me. I spent 3 days in pain, cold, and hungry beating on the door begging father to let me out. I was alone and didn't understand why I was hated so much for something I didn't choose to be. My father kept me locked up in the basement for a week before Sebastian unlocked the door to find me curled up on the cold concrete floor dying. Sebastian then carried me to my bedroom that was stripped bare with nothing more than a naked bed. He then explained to me that my mother had died from internal bleeding in the hospital the same day I was thrown away by my father. I asked him what happened to my little sister, and he reassured me that my father believed she had died as well but he has been keeping her safe in an unknown location close to home. I am sure if it wasn't for Sebastian I would have starved to death in that basement, He believed my father an idiot for trying to kill me when he gave life to a dominate alpha when he was a beta himself. That was basically unheard of and yet he murdered my mother, and my little sister was in hiding since birth because he didn't want mother giving birth to another alpha or an omega. Sebastian didn't agree with my father's belief of that omegas and alphas should be dead being that his mother was an omega herself living in fear of being marked for death. Sebastian himself was a beta but respected the way of life, he believed if you were born an alpha or an omega it was for a reason. 

Sebastian kept me and my little sister Risha hidden from my father for 3 months to nurse me back to health before I finally avenged my mother. My father was under the assumption I was dead and buried next to my mother while telling the world that I had ran away getting myself shot due to gang violence shortly after my mother's passing. I could never forgive him or live peacefully with little Rasha as long as he was alive, so ended his life quickly with a knife in the back just as he stabbed family in the back just because of what we were. I stared at his lifeless body for 3 days before I had Sebastian bury him far out in the woods 2 hours from home. Sebastian has been loyal to me ever since while Guiding me through life and how to hide my status perfectly so that Rasha and I can live in peace. Sebastian may have been my employee, but he has also been a father figure for me and Rasha ever since my father's passing. I have lived carefully ever since but I always feel like there's this void I simply cannot fill. 

"Good morning young master there are no major events today and you have only basketball practice after your classes tonight" Sebastian said, looking at me, cold and emotionless, as if he was made like a porcelain doll and cannot express any emotion. Sebastian has never shown any fear or anger, not even a shred of happiness, in all the years that I've known him. 

"Anything from Phoenix?" I said, grabbing a black jacket and picking up my duffel bag and throwing it over my shoulder. 

"Only that you cannot forget your anniversary next week young master. she was quite persistent on reminding you" he said, once again with a cold, blank face while handing me suppressants.

"All she ever does is nag, go and pick out a cheap gift and wrap it for the anniversary and tell her that will be going on a restaurant date. Rasha starts kindergarten today make sure it goes smoothly, I'll pick her up after my classes today" I said walking past Sebastian sliding the pills into my bag and walking down the stairs to my kitchen, where I found Rasha eating pancakes and fruit while coloring at the dining table. She has long brown hair just like our mother but we shared the same golden brown eyes, she was a talented, intelligent 5-year-old. She has already learned English and Korean fluently and can play piano beautifully, she has become my world and I'd do anything for her. I sat at the dining table for breakfast and ran my hand through her hair as she just smiled with a orange slice in her mouth. I chuckled and finished my breakfast giving her a kiss on the forehead before I headed towards the door. My day started like any other day. Nothing was out of place and yet something felt like it didn't belong, or it wasn't put where should have been. It makes me uneasy and pisses me off. Quite frankly I'm simply exhausted.

Once I finished my breakfast, Sebastian cleaned up quickly and waited for me outside by the car as I finished gathering my things for my classes today and we headed out.

"What classes are today?" I said as grabbed my cigarettes from my bag and letting down the window.

"Literature and pharmaceutical today" Sebastian replied as he drove calmly looking at me in the rearview mirror.

"Okay, Make sure you're checking on Rasha at school. I don't need any slip ups, Understand?" I said as He dropped me off three blocks away, 20 minutes early as usual.

"Understood young master" He replied as he pulled away after I exited the car. I normally get dropped off three blocks away so nobody can see the car or that I even come from money. Students know that I am well off, but they have no idea how well off I am. I do not plan to make that a factor in how people treat me. I can't stand any brown Nosers, or people pleasers in my face every day thinking that I'll buy them lunch or simply wanting to be my friend so you can go on trips or sing Kumbaya. I still believe that human beings are one of the foulest disgusting creatures. They talk about how hard you must work to be successful and yet I watch women fuck their way to the top and watch men throw each other under the bus or sabotage one another just so that they can make a little more money. I could simply throw money to every professor in here and pass my classes with straight A's and honors, even valedictorian if I want it, but it would mean nothing. Plus why would I make nice with the same people who would take my life like it means nothing if they ever found out I was an alpha?

I walked into my classroom, 10 minutes early as usual and there was a rather ragged boy who reeked of wet dog that was sitting at the back corner desk, which looked as if it was broken. I don't understand how he can sleep on such a terrible desk but judging by his clothes I guess his living conditions aren't exactly up to par, so he must be used to it. They were disgusting, ragged, and I could see that on his arms that there were bruises and bandages, as if he was Recently beaten. A couple of his fingers on his right hand were a little misaligned as if they were broken and didn't heal properly. I often wonder how such a ragged person be allowed within these beautiful walls. I assumed he was here on scholarship, but he doesn't look all that smart, so I doubt he gets better grades than I do. And he doesn't look like an athlete, the boy looked like if he ever played a sport he would snap in half like a twig. And judging by his clothes and his poor body condition, I'm assuming he's not rich because if he was, what the hell is he doing looking the way he does. 

I walked past his desk and sat three seats in front of him, waiting for the professor to show up as I was sitting in my desk, I felt uneasy and uncertain for some odd reason as if I was doing a puzzle and there was only one piece that I was missing but the piece cannot be found, nor did I know what it looked like. this feeling was racking my brain, slowly driving me crazy and I didn't understand why. My attention kept being pulled to the pitiful boy in the back of the class, something about him made me feel uncomfortable. His aura was soft and comforting even when his appearance was revolting. It was as I was being called to him, like I was under a spell.

About five minutes later, the professor walked in and started his lecture immediately. I began to take notes but I kept feeling as if someone was staring at me. I turn in my desk and scanned the room to find the vile boy staring at me and It was the one time I got a clear look at his face, precisely his eyes. They were bright blue like the ocean water that held the sunset. His eyes were quite enchanting and intense, but warm and welcoming. between his eyes, and his appearance, the eyes just seem like they did not belong to him like he had stolen somebody else's eyes. The boy hid behind his book quickly for he was caught, and I turned back in my seat unable to focus on my lesson. My mind was stuck on the boy's eyes, they were beautiful and full of passion.

Once the lecture ended, I gathered my things to begin to make my way to the back of the class when one of my fellow teammates from the basketball team stopped me.

"Hey J-man! The baller everybody wish they could be, want to join the team for karaoke?" He yelled across the classroom, jumping over one desk to get to me. This loud pompous friend of mine name is jaehyun, but everybody called him Twix. Seems like a befitting name. Since every time you see him, he always has a Twix bar in his mouth. By the way he eats candy, you would believe that he would be obese, and yet he is fit as a fiddle and one of my best players. His energy level would remind you of a golden retriever, and his speech will remind you of a small child. 

"I have very important plans" I replied, picking up my duffel bag from the floor.

"Come on Jay man you say the same thing every day" he pouted, standing on one of the chairs to put his arm on my shoulder. 

"If you know that I say the same thing every day, why do you always ask me, seems quite pointless and a waste of your time" I replied, starting to walk to the back of the classroom to the exit, knocking Twix off the chair. Before Twix could even speak, our attention was drawn to the confrontation in the back of the classroom. I noticed it was the unfortunate, starving dog being trampled over by Beta Ryan. Ryan is a particular hothead with absolutely no manners or basic common sense. I began to make my way closer to the confrontation so I could see what this idiot was doing.

"you've grown takeru and yet I still look down on you." Ryan said, chuckling softly with his minions standing behind him, looking like a group of airheads. 

"What do you want?" Takeru said sitting on the floor looking up at Ryan. Judging by the situation, I'm guessing he bumped into Ryan on his way out. Seems like this kid got a streak of bad luck out for him.

"Hey…. Stop acting like you don't remember me." Ryan replied, kneeling and grabbing the boy by his hair, pulling his head back to look him in the face. 

"it's starting to piss me off" Ryan stated angerly. 

"I could never forget you…. It's all your fault." Takeru said, grinding his teeth, as if he was showing restraint from what he really wanted to do or say. Ryan suddenly looked surprised, and then more pissed off.

"What the fuck did you just say??" Ryan said, yanking the boy with his hair.

"Let go of me!" Takeru yelled pulling away just to be pulled back with a vicious yank. Judging by his appearance, the boy looked like Ryan was going to snap his neck just by pulling his hair. 

"Hey, I've been letting you have your freedom and your shine lately, but don't pass your place with me" Ryan said holding Takeru steadily by his hair while balling his fist, looking as if he was getting ready to punch him.

"Just say what you said again" Ryan explained.

"it's all your fault, I fucking hate you!" Takeru yelled in Ryan's face. Judging by Ryan's reaction, I guess he didn't like the fact that the boy had such balls to say such a thing to him. From my perspective, I'm guessing he's been bullying him for some years. 

"You hate me?" Ryan said, in a little voice, almost whispering. 

"You're hurting me let go!" Takeru yelled once again pulling at Ryan's hands.

"This is exactly why I can't stand you act so fucking weak and pathetic. It's actually quite disgusting." Ryan said, removing Takeru hands from his and pulling him to the ground. 

"If it wasn't for you, my uncle would've never found out I was being bullied in school! You're the reason that I'm living such an unfortunate life if you could've just left me alone!" Takeru replied, almost in tears. He then began to kick Ryan in the gut and hit him wherever he could. Suddenly he scratched Ryan right on the face. Ryan had become completely consumed with his anger and grabbed ahold of the boy by his hair once again and began to yell.

"Ah! You piece of shit! How dare you hit me!" Ryan screamed, punching him in the face sending Takeru into shock. He had suddenly stopped moving and just laid there, eyes widened and staring right at me. His eyes were empty and dull. It was as if all the color from his bright blue eyes had faded into grey dead eyes. Tears slowly escaped and ran down his face as he laid on the floor lifeless, bloodied and battered, Watching this altercation left me disappointed in Takeru. For once he was showing some resistance and backbone, but it all went to waste once he gave up after one hit. I don't know what I was expecting from such a pathetic person and yet I had a feeling it wasn't over. I couldn't shake this uneasy feeling of shame and embarrassment. My chest tightened and it became hard to breath, the longer I stared back into Takeru's lifeless eyes the heavier my body felt. 

I began to walk towards the exit when suddenly when I looked at Takeru once again, he didn't look in shocked anymore. There was a more insidious look in his eyes, and he stared at me with enjoyment. His once Empty eyes were filled with malice and had turned red. I watched as he rose from the cold ground slowly, body limp as if he was a ragdoll. His pink scrunchie had fallen to the floor, allowing his hair to fall in front of his face. He was rising from the floor as if he was in some kind of paranormal horror movie. the room slowly grew quiet as Takeru rose to his feet. Ryan's goons had silenced their laughter and the class had gotten so quiet you could hear a pin drop from a distance. Takeru stood in front of Ryan with his head down looking as if he didn't even have the strength to lift it to look Ryan in the eye. He didn't move a muscle for a whole 2 minutes before slapping Ryan so hard you would believe there was thunder outside. Everyone around them gasped as Ryan took a minute to process what had just happened. Takeru moved so fast that no one saw him actually smack Ryan but the hand printed bruise on his cheek spoke volumes. His speed and power were beyond what any of us believed.

"You have grown taller last I saw you Ryan" he said in a deep murderous tone as his arm fell to his side.

"What…?" Ryan's said confused staring at him. Takeru suddenly took on an expression that would strike fear into any soul as he lifted his head slowly tilting it to the side allowing some of his hair to fall from his face revealing only one side of his face. You could simply feel his rage like it was radiating through your body. He wore a revolting and nightmarish smile on his face that you normally would only see in a horror movie. 

"I am nonetheless than intrigued. Who do you think you are to strike me? Nobody has ever attacked and lived to tell the tale. I admire your confidence" Takeru said taking a step towards Ryan who was shaking in fear while wearing a tough guy expression.

"So, tell me, do you believe a pig like you has the right to put your disgusting hands on my beautiful face? Takeru has failed to put you in your place, so I will!" Takeru yelled amused and became more sinister. It was like the air around was becoming too hard to even breathe in, his aura was so strong. The crowd was silent, and Ryan's minions had taken a few steps back with their tails between their legs like scared puppies.

"What the hell is up with this guy?" Asked Twix standing next to me. I shrugged my shoulders and just kept watching for I was becoming proud for It was euphoric. 

"It's like this guy's entire personality changed or something" Twix said as he started to become uneasy with the whole situation. 

"I have no clue, but I have a feeling it's going to get good" I replied sitting my duffel bag on a nearby desk. 

"Should I actually take your eye this time?" Takeru said with the most sickening smile while pointing a pen at Ryan's eye. 

"What the fuck?" Yelled a still confused Ryan. Takeru had a handful of Ryan's hair within seconds pulling him to his knees and pressing the pen to Ryan's face. everyone in the room was uncomfortable and shocked because no one saw him move. It was as if he teleported and grabbed him, I never seen anyone move that fast. It gave me goosebumps.

"when I think about it, you need both hands to play basketball, correct?" Takeru said in a low voice tilting his head to the side allowing his hair to fall from his face once again and his expression was full of excitement.

"then, I will just take both your hands and the rest will follow" Takeru said chuckling softly.

"What? There's no way you're still holding grudges from 9 years ago! We were children!" Ryan said trying to yank his hair out of Takeru's grip. 

"No, you were a child. You had the privilege of playing games. I DIDN'T! It was my mother's death anniversary and instead of honoring my mother I spent it tied to a pole being beaten due to your irresponsible behavior 9 years ago" Takeru replied horrifyingly calm, as he kicked Ryan in the ribs so hard he hit the wall. Ryan coughed up blood as he hit the ground with dry wall falling on top of him.

"I suffered that day because Takeru failed to address the root of the problem" Takeru said sounding more and more pissed off.

"You have no fucking clue what it feels like to be seen a nuisance in your family's lives. I really wanted to kill you" Takeru yelled angered as he picked Ryan up off the floor and threw him into a desk as if weighted nothing. As Ryan laid on the floor Takeru stood over him and stepped onto Ryan's arm causing Ryan to cry out into pain.

"I will never forgive you. However, you know what they say. Play childish games and you'll get silly prizes. You need to understand your actions have consequences." He Said calmly while Ryan started to yank his arm hoping to break free, but Takeru stomped on his arm as Ryan hit and pushed at Takeru's leg.

"Ahh!! Let me go your hurting me" Ryan screamed trying to break free. 

"Oh, I'm hurting you, am I? Huh? Did it matter if it hurt me when you were beating me daily for simply existing in the same room as you? I don't think it did, so Be a man and take it" Takeru said as he started to laugh when suddenly Ryan's arm snapped and blood splat all over his face. Ryan let out a gut-wrenching scream curling on the floor in pain. The blood seemed to snap Takeru back to reality because he began to cry. He turned and looked at me in horror and ran out of the classroom.