Painting 3: Fight Or Flight?

"Light it up!", I yelled as I lead the group to fight.

The two crash into each other like two herds of buffalos ramming each other!

Although we are just high schooler, the fighting technique are quite brutal. There were a lot of punching in the face, kicking in the nuts, choking, poking in the eyes, and etc.

I use my two knee caps to lock his head and smash my fist down at his head to knock him down.

"Die, you insolent little brat!", I yelled as I continuous punch the guy in the face.

*Whistle blown*

"Hey you punks! Stop fighting or I'll have to bring you brats to the Vice-Principal's Office for discipline.", The security guard threatened as he tried to break up the fight.

"Who is this guy?", One asked.

"Who cares! If he's here then he might be one of them as well. Let's beat him up!", Another continued.

At that chaotic moment, we did not realize that we are about to beat up a school's staff.

"He..hey what the hell are you doing!", The security yelled as he got pulled into the fight.

*Nonstop fighting*

"I'm going to tear you apart!", He screamed as he pinch my face with his two hands. "How dare you steal my girl!"

"She..is...no...one's girl.", I replied as I continued to punch him. "She doesn't even know you exist! I don't even know you!"

"How dare you say that!", He yelled. "My name is Tom Khang. I'm her destined fiancé."

"Tom kha?", I stopped. "Why does your name sound like Thai Coconut Soup?"

"It's Pronounce Khang, not Kha!", Tom continued. "And pay attention when you fight!" *Kick me away*

"How dare you sneak an attack on me, you coconut soup!", I mocked.

I jump on top of him and choke his neck with all my strength.

"Listen young man, I might not look like it but I am much much older than you. So why don't you act your age and stop acting like a kid who just want to take someone candy away.", I ordered.

"This guy is crazy!", One of the boys yelled. "He's the same age as us and he thinks he's older? We all want to stay young yet that guy want to grow old!?"

What can I say to them? The devil let me reincarnated with the price of my emotion being stripped away from me? Or the part where I sound like a sugar daddy since I'm actually in my 90s already yet I am hitting on a 16 years old girl?

"You boys will understand when you grow a little bit more older.", I sighed. "Life isn't going to be as easy going like you are living it now."

"Ok...now you really sound like an old man.", Tom began. "Who do you think you are? My dad?"

Technically speaking I would be around your grandpa age. So instead of saying I'm your daddy. I'll say...

"I am your grandpa.", I laughed. "I'm the daddy of your daddy!"

"This guy has really lost it.", the eleventh grader sighed.

"Tell you what if you call me your grandpa and obey me from now on.", I began. "I'll let you go, but if you refused then I'll make your life miserable!"

"There will be no way I'll obey you!", He yelled.

"Is that so? Very well then." I smiled.

*Use a pen to hit three of his acupuncture points*

Let me explain. Everyone has a thing known as meridians or acupuncture points spread around their body. Certain points can improve health and cure illness when hit in the correct order, yet some can bring itch, extreme pain, and even death.

The three points that I hit on Tom's body will make him feel like his intestine is burning from the inside every 1 hour and the pain will get worse each time. He will want to kill him self just to get rid of the pain. Cool right? I learn these from my ancestor's journal.

The journal records all types of illness, disease, poisons, and how to cure them. It also contains accupuncture technique that can be used to kill patient or save them. This book will only be pass on to the eldest son of the family when he reaches 21 years of age and he has to documented down any new medical discoveries that he discover during his entire lifespan.My dad handed me this book when I enter my first year of medical school and told me to use the knowledge inside this book wisely.

Trust me, with the knowledge that I learned from the journal and experiences from my past life, I could be considered as a LIVING GOD OF MEDICINES!

Anyway, where was I.

"What...what...what did you do to me?"

'You'll know soon enough.'

"Hey, senior! We are done with the brats here.", John announced. "How are things looking on your side?"

"I'm done with my side too.", I replied. "I don't want to beat him to the point where his parent could use it as an excuse to expel me."

"Is fighting fun?", someone asked from behind me.

"Heck yeah!", John's group replied.

Wait something doesn't feel right about this. I remember hearing this voice somewhere before.

When we were starting to recognize this voice, we all turn back and saw the Vice-Principal smiling at us.

"Well if fighting is so fun then all of you come with me to my office immediately!", He yelled.

"Oh I remember this voice! It's the head staff from the discipline office!", A guy announced.

Now you recognized this voice!? Man how much of an idiot can teenagers these days be.

10 minutes later...

"Samuel, John, David, and Tom come with me into my office! The rest go kneel outside until I call you in!", The head staff ordered.

We listened to what he said and stay inside the office while everyone else head out.

The Vice-Principal told us to sit as he closed the door and sat down behind his desk with a serious look.

"Now would one of you idiots please explain to me what the hell just happened and why the did you beat up the school's security guard?", He began.

"Well you see...it's all Samuel fault!", David and Tom replied.

"Mine? It is you guys who decide to gang up on me! John can be my witness.", I argued.

"Yeah! It is them who started the fight not us!", John joined.

*Arguing started*

"All of you shut up and kneel down!", He yelled.

"I'm not surprised to see you three gets in a fight, but Samuel?", The Vice-Principal continued. "I never expect you to do such an immature thing. You have always has been a a grown up ever since you were little."

Ok, let me explain. How does the head staff of the discipline office know me this well? The answer is that he is one of my dad's best friend.His name is Tim Wong(I call him Uncle Timmy when we are not at school),the old man could considered to be one of my godfathers.

"Uncle..I mean Mr. Wong, I don't care who started the fight, but since I participate in it, I willingly accept any punishment as a way of showing some responsibility for my action.", I replied.

"You see how mature he is comparing to you three!", Uncle Timmy yelled. "You idiots should learn from him so that you won't end up as failure!"

"Oh come on! He is totally faking it. Look at his crooked face.", David interrupted.

*Me giving off my innocent smile*

"How the hell could you say that face is crooked!?", Uncle Timmy continued. "Samuel and John! I'll let you guys off with a strike this time since you both didn't start the fight and accept your responsibility like a grown up. Now get your ass back home!"

John and I immediately get up, apologize, and exit the room while the rest have to stay and get their ass whoop by a long staff as a punishment. Yup, the school was this strict to their students.

"I'm impress on how you manage to get out of that situation since you make Tom's face look like someone just smash a baseball bat into it.", John complimented.

"Just act like an adult in front of him and he'll let you go.", I smiled. "It works every time."

"Hahaha! You really are more mischievous than you look. I can't believe this is the good boy that everyone been talking about.", John laughed. "It's been decided, you will be my big brother from now on!"

"I don't know whether I should felt scared or honored that the boss of 11th graders acknowledge me as his big brother.", I answered. "Well whatever, I don't have that much friends so making some new ones wouldn't hurt."

"My house is right here.", John stopped. "Good luck on your date...that girl isn't as simple as you think she is."

"Good luck? I don't need luck to get a girl into my b-.", I replied.

"You want to get her into your what now?", John glared. "Dude, she's under 18."

"Forget what I said. Thanks and bye now!", I quickly yelled as I ran away.

Hahaha, an old man in his 90s going on a date with a 16 years old girl? This ought to be interesting...