Daniel

"Talking"

'Thoughts' or anything that is written in cursive form.

'Flashbacks'

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Approximately hours before shit things happened...

"YOU 'LIL SHIT!" the bastard in front of me roared before punching me in the face hard, making my head whip from the side. My cheek and lips stung from the impact. I glared at the bastard in front of me, trying hard to free myself from the holds of his stupid lackeys, they only laugh at my feeble attempt.

"Let me go!" I sneered at the stupid bunch that surrounds me hatefully.

"Let you go? Are you stupid? Did you really think that you can just prance freely here like you own the goddamn place and we're just gonna let you go?" The guy with a shaved head, who I think is the leader, scoffed as he slowly approached me while swinging his metal bat.

"Rich kids had it good, eh!" He screeched hatefully at me as he thrust his rusty steel bat hard towards my abdomen. Pain flashed through my body, making me grunt as I glared at the bastard.

Fuck. Stupid gang and their stupid territories.

"The fuck did you just say?" The bastard growled as he suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair.

Shit. I must have spoken it out loud.

"Te atreves a burlarte de nosotros? Do you have a death wish, bitch?! HUH?!" [You dare to mock us?]

I vaguely heard the bastard screeched like a damn monkey he is but I gave it no heed. Seriously, what the hell am I even doing here? All I wanted was just to buy some snacks, go home and binge watch some Ip Man movies yet here I am, being caught in some gang territory. Yet again.

As always.

Besides, it's not my fault that this stupid bald head bumped onto me and accidentally spilled his beer on his clothes. It's the idiot's fault for walking obnoxiously. Like seriously, who walks like that? He walks like a freaking duck.

Damn. How many times was I caught like this again this week? Three? Five? Crap, I lost counting. My dad is so going to kill me when I get home late again. I even forgot to bring my phone.

Yup, very responsible Daniel.

First, those stupid fucks who stole my bike yesterday, and now this shit? I can't help but clicked my tongue in annoyance. This was unfortunately heard by one of the guys who held me down.

God, I'm such a trouble magnet. Today is so not my day.

"Oi, Hijo de puta. Are you even listening to the boss? Show some fucking respect, you little shit!" a guy with a mohawk and a goatee hissed at me, his spits flying everywhere making me grimace in disgust as he suddenly kneed me in the gut. I only gasped out in pain.

"Fuck..." I glared hatefully at the bastard.

Well, at least his breathe doesn't stink like ass. Still, it would be great to brush his teeth once in a while.

"You think just because you have the money you can do shit already? Fuckers like you piss me off! You need to be taught a lesson!" The bastard, who I now dubbed as 'Gorilla' (since he is freakin' huge and ugly), grabbed me on the front violently, glaring hatefully at me but I only scowled at him as a reply. But Gorilla suddenly pushed me down and kicked me on the back hard, over and over again. I can only grunt in pain as I took the blow, kneeling painfully.

Fuck. What's with these gangs and hatred towards people who have shits? What kind of pathetic excuse is that? It's not my fault that I came from a family who have loaded shit. It's not my fault that my dad is famous as hell, it's not like I wanted this fame shit anyways.

Seriously, how stupid can people get?

Being rich doesn't mean an easy life, coglione!

Damn it. I'm getting emotional by this shit again. This is why I hate dumb people so much.

Fuck, I could only take the pain. After what happened last time, I'm not allowed to fight anymore or Dad's gonna kill me when he finds out.

Damn him and his annoying rules!

"Hey! Don't hit him too hard. We don't want our prinsipe passing out." They laughed out loud at this.

Shit. I m-must endure.

But the sound of my body being hit, the laughter of the stupid shit's lackeys, the smell of trash and urine. All of them are making my head spin.

——I heard a scream but I gave them no heed as I stared down at the guy, sobbing under me. His face was bloody and broken, his blood mixing with his tears and snot making him look even more pathetic. I slowly swept my eyes towards my bloodied knuckles, flexing them. The guy below me whimpered when I accidentally pressed down on him too hard.

Right. I almost forgot.

"P-please h-h-have mercy on m-me!" He begged but that only fired me up more. I grinned at him like a madman and grab him by the front, making him whimper like a dog.

"La misericordia è per i deboli," I whispered in his ears. [Mercy is for the weak.]

He can only cry out in pain when I punched him again and again and again, his blood sticking on my knuckles like hot glue. I can feel a dozen pairs of hands latching on my body, trying to tear me away from the beaten bastard but I stood my ground and kept on punching him. Until his face is so smashed up, you can't even tell what's what. I can feel my blood rushing towards my head. I didn't realize that I was laughing, loving the adrenaline rush.

"M-monster! Help! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"——

Seriously, what the fuck am I even doing here? Why does every time I went out, shit things always happen to me? Had I done something horrible to somebody in my past life? Was I being hated by some unknown force or something? A god maybe?

"Aw. Are you crying, niño bonito? Do you wanna call your mama?" The jerks laughed once again, making me snapped out of my thoughts.

Mama...

Mama.

"Snow..."

The last line made something inside of me snapped. I glowered hatefully at the pissed-induced pavement and slowly raised my worn and bruised body, hand clenched tightly.

"Je. Qué es esto? The 'Lil shit's gonna try to fight, eh!" The gang laughed again boisterously. [Heh. What's this?]

..il

...Kill

...KILL.

KILL.

I finally raised myself, teeth clenched tightly as I glared darkly at the stupid bunch. Body tensed and arms ready.

Oh, fuck the consequences. They asked for this.

"The fuck are you look—"

Before Gorilla could finish his sentence, I quickly cut him off by sending him flying, straight to the dumpster with a roundhouse kick, making him passed out in an instant. The others sputtered in surprise at the sudden abnormal strength that I had.

"WHAT THE FUCK—"

"Motherfuckers. I'll fucking kill you all," I said coldly, without noticing, my voice took a darker tone as I raised myself in a threatening stance while my face was half shadowed, showing an intimidating expression. The bastards took an involuntary step back and shrunk away from me. I can feel their blood ran cold, shivering in fear. I tilted my gaze to their eyes that are full of fear.

I can hear it.

'What is this feeling?''

Their hearts thumping erratically, loudly expressing their fears.

'It's like they're facing something dangerous.'

I can hear it again.

'Something wild.'

I can see it in their eyes. The confusion and fear of witnessing something...unknown. I can hear their hearts, screaming to run away from me. But sucks for them because they pissed me off. They must have thought they found a harmless bunny, well too bad bitch.

I'm the big bad wolf!

The gang's leader only stared nervously at me, making me grin in delight. One of his men accidentally bumped him while backing away. He moved his gaze to his scared subordinates only to meet their scared looks. This made him still for a moment as his face turned suddenly red from anger.

'Who does this motherfucker think he is?'

Ah. I can see it.

'How dare this motherfucker threaten me in front of my men?!'

I can see it again.

I can see it in his eyes. His thoughts as he took a shaky step forward as confidence slowly seeped into his body. He grinned sharkly.

I can see it clearly.

"You 'lil shit. You dare threaten me and my men? You still don't get it, don't you? We have the numbers and strength. What could a little shit like you could do?" He sneered as he crossed his arms to his chest arrogantly. This made the others cry in support, slowly gaining their confidence back.

Retards. All of them are retards.

I can't help but feel sorry for them.

"This." Was my instant reply as I appeared right in front of him and punched him in the face. Hard. The bastard didn't have time to react as I sent him sprawling to the floor, bloody and dead cold already.

The whole lot was engulfed in deafening silence.

'He's a monster!' a guy from the right thought.

'El demonio!' a bunch of them scream this to their heads.

'Mama, help me!' the guy from the middle internally cried.

I straightened myself up and flexed my bloodied knuckle. I slowly swept my eyes at the remaining gang sharply, like a wolf staring hungrily at its prey.

"Now, who's next?" I grinned maniacally at them.

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A bit of a disclaimer here, I don't know a single thing about Spanish. All of these are provided by my loyal companion, Google. Teehee.

Here's some translation:

Cazzo: Dick

Te atreves a burlarte de nosotros: You dare to mock us

Hijo de puta: Motherfucker

Coglione: Fucker

Prinsipe: Prince

Niño bonito: Pretty boy

Je. Qué es esto: Heh. What's this

El demonio: Demon

Colmillo Blanco: White Fang