9 At the Sandy Road of Jetkins District
19th November
Class hours and for me having my vacant time, I spent it doing my thesis. I should finish it earlier than usual. I don't have anything to do either, like any organizational activities to attend to aside from doing such.
Minutes passed, the bell rang, indicating class hour ended and lunch break seconded. Swarming the flood of students walking from opposite directions, I didn't bother to look in their façade. We're the same students studying here for our reasons and goals. Nothing differs from the other.
"Stop!"
I abruptly stopped on my track, hearing the unknown voice. Some students changed routes seeing me standing in their ways.
"Never let your guard down, poor boy", the voice again spoke. Looking at every student's lips and action, none of them was the speaker. None knows me here or even befriended me.
"Did you want to hear a story?" the voice asked. Unknowingly, I shook my head.
A lad in his coat and bonnet bumped on me, leading my foot to step backwards once. He grinned and tapped my right shoulder as nothing happened.
"Cut the crap, dude. Out of the way," he told me, but I didn't follow him. He had this weird look towards me and passed by.
"A moron," the voice again. Who did he refer to as a moron?
"I'm not!" Looks of students passing landed on me. I became serious and erased the expression I had.
"Buffon," I heard a woman said.
"An idiot," another insult.
***
Few citizens witnessed the commotion here at the front of the church as few families live here despite the stories wandering around each district.
A scream got me, and as I turned, something fell into me that resulted in me lying on the floor. I took a look and scared to know that it's the man held captive by the civil guards. He chokes me undoubtedly.
I managed to restrain his entire force on my neck, leaving me breathing.
"You will die. All of you!" the man spoke full of anger. Blood gushing out from his swollen and misplaced nose and on his wounded wrist stained my scared face. His eyes are glaring at me, giving me chills. What's happening to him?
I didn't bother to listen to his words. His grip on my neck is getting more vital that I can't restrain anymore. I heard screams from people and saw the woman. I'm pulling the man, but she can't. The civil guards also help her, but none was doing well.
Is the man that strong that they can even move him away from me?
"H-he... Heellpp!!" I scream at the top of my lungs even I'm out of the air. I can no longer restrain him. He's too strong than I expect him to be. He's all wounded.
His eyes full of rage bore unto me, and he had this wicked grin. Pushing me more onerous to the ground and want me to be breathless.
"He's coming! And punish YOU ALL!" he shouted, and I felt him lose his grip a bit as he moves all his force to scream at my face. That made me decide to push him with all my might with the help of the three still pulling the man, and we did. He stumbled, and the civil guards hurriedly handcuffed him.
It was as if there's no tomorrow when I caught my breath. It's like the world just deprived its oxygen on me. The woman helped me got on my feet as the civil guards brought the man away. People talk like bees. So irritating.
Yet, he's still shouting nonsense.
"HE'LL PUNISH YOU ALL! YOU'LL BE PART OF OUR LEGACY! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Your unsensible legacy? Never!
"Weird nerd."
I heard different mocks coming from students who are passing me. Yet, my body stiffed right at the moment. I can't step a foot and run or walk away from the flood of insults I'm into.
"STOP!"
