"Enough," a clear, familiar voice slices through the chaotic air, stunning us all.
The peach fuzz on the back of my neck stands up on end, and goosebumps rise up on my bare arms. My stomach clenches tightly at the sight of Rudale gliding through the room, his black long cloak sweeping the floor behind him, his boots clicking on the floor at a brisk pace. I sit up quietly, barely moving, but Rudale's gaze yanks to me. He stares at Jimin, standing defensively over me, and I'm on the floor with my knives out of reach. He chuckles darkly and tears his gaze away, turning to Vicky.
"This isn't proper combat training, is it?" He looks over at most of the class, who were lying down on the mats are now standing terrified. I grimace and start to stand up as well. "Most of you are... sleeping, and three of you are fighting, and one of you--" Rudale stares at me when he says this, "just let their lovers fight for them."
My hands curl into tight fists. Rudale walks towards me, not bothering to take his boots off when he walks on the mats, and suddenly he's swinging his fist at me. I'm too tired, and I groggily step out of the way, bracing for pain that doesn't come. My eyes widen when I watch Jimin throwing himself in front of me, taking Rudale's fist.
My vision turns red when I see Rudale's cruel slimy smile. "My, my," he whispers while staring intently at Jimin, who's bent down coughing, the room deathly quiet, "you just never learn, do you? Don't let that girl bring you down. It's such a waste."
Jimin laughs humorlessly and stands up fully. He's smaller than Rudale, but the look in his eyes, tired and angry, makes Rudale seem insignificant. "No," Jimin spits out with jagged breaths, "you never learn. You don't see strength when it's standing right in front of your stubby, little nose."
Rudale's nose, in fact, is large and hooked and broken several times, so it sits crooked. Rudale's nostrils flare and his eyes blaze. "I can see weaklings perfectly fine, Mr. Park. And this room is full with the stench of them."
He stands there eyeing Jimin for a moment more, before walking away. Relief washes over me that Jimin wasn't hit anymore by Rudale. The fact that I'm glad about THAT just makes me sick.
What has this place become?
EXTENDED AUTHORS NOTE: I am currently planing out a story way better than this sh*t and I should have a couple chapters done kinda soon.
I'm pretty sure I won't get even close to the leaderboard for this bts writing contest, oh my goodness I LOVE the story "Through Countless Reincarnations" by noctiferu who's in second place but deserves to be first in my opinion...anyway this was a really fun and cool and frustrating experience and I want to continue with Webnovel!! This sounds like I'm done with this story but NOPE I have that one fan that always asks me when I'm gonna update a new chapter... AHah lol you know who you are.So I'm not giving up yet and I'll finish this with the best chapters I can muster. I need to get sleep. Byee
I'm so sorry that this chapter is so short and delayed. I'm in a crisis of end-of-the-school-year homework, difficult music to practice, chaotic dance practices and fundraising, and I barely have time to type on my crappy kindle with horrible autocorrect under my covers because I'm not supposed to be up this late
T . T
Also, quote my amazing band student-teacher who was dealing with the trumpets today, "CrIsP lEtTuCe. Articulate, darn it."