Having me come along, two guards on my side, one at my back and one at my front, all had weapons as a kind of self-defense. As my hands were still shackled, they led the way to that SPECIAL classroom in case things went south.
"Wow, the exterior---you must have copied that jailyard, yeah? What is it called again? That one jail for youngsters? May I ask you, Officer Clay?" I asked the bodyguard right beside me. I knew his name from earlier when the CEO called his name. I thought he was just a regular bodyguard, but then I was wrong. He was a cop the whole time.
I knew he'd ignore me but I'm so tense as of the moment. It really felt like I'm going inside the jailyard for no reason. I am innocent!
As we walked through the entrance bars covering this hella huge wall---maybe 20 feet height, they pushed me inside and then there I stood, I met this one crappy classroom in front of my eyes.
They then locked the bars as soon as I stepped my foot in.
But only one classroom. And that damn classroom is connected to the other classrooms. But I bet there's a barrier beyond that, to avoid getting involved with one another. Two different worlds in this one shitty universe. I guess everything's beyond control for a mere reason.
"I'm sorry, Zeus. I mean... We are," the Officer guarding outside, one of the guys who sent me here, spoke up with that freaking remorse-looking face of him.
"Why would you put me in prison when I've done nothing wrong?!" I shouted my heart out, "Why!? Why me!? Why does it have to be me, huh!?"
"You know, my son is a great admirer of yours... And honestly, we've watched a lot of your fights as well... To be honest, you're cool on stage, kid... It's just so bad that the CEO puts you in this when you're such an innocent young man," he continued.
That's when I knew...
I was completely out of control.
"Then why didn't you do anything!? You're letting me feel so numb day by day! Did you even know that Fransisco Dimitri Curaraton, the first young boxer who entered the World Boxing Council, is now dying on his bed and waiting for his son!? Why are you loading me crap like this!? Why!? What the fuck did I do to deserve this!? What!?"
It's as if the world has really abandoned me.
I shouted... and shouted... and shouted... as if I'm the only one person in here. I screamed... and screamed... and screamed at the evil officers who let an innocent person like me face my punishment inside this hellhole-looking classroom.
Damn.
Now I know. The pain. The agony. The sorrow. The regret. Four different words but it meant one thing---the world is hungry... and it will totally eat people whether they're happy or not. The world is hungry. It will keep eating us until we fall apart or either stand up.
When I finally calmed down after minutes of palpitating, I held onto the bars and trembled, facing the bodyguards.
The third bodyguard sighed and then glanced down at me, "I'm sorry, kid. You just got unlucky."
And so...
I got pissed off.
The anger overtook me again. I was in a rage that I couldn't even hear what was around me. I couldn't hear my own scream of fury. I even have no idea what I'm doing as of now. All I knew was that this fucking Officer was mocking me.
I punched the bars, again and again, until the bars gave out nearly their use. Bodyguards then stepped back and had to point their firearms at me again.
"Stop what you're doing and go inside to your classroom!" Officer Clay said, very nervously.
Why are they nervous though? Are they afraid of me getting out of here?
While I continued taking my anger on the bars, a hand tapped my shoulder so gently that it felt like it was a hand of comforting cotton. And so, I halted for a second and turned around, catching my breath, to look who was it.
"What are you doing? Your hands are so injured! Let's heal your wound first! Come!"
An unfamiliar girl said that to me. A fucking girl.
How pathetic of me.
She gently held my arm and looked at me with such pathetic eyes, maybe to soothe me or calm me down. Behind her were two guys, beside her might be her friend, a girl. That's when I noticed, right at the sight inside of the classroom, Kenneth was standing, depressed and looking so pissed off.
All of them were wearing the same uniform which the CEO had given to me to the office earlier. Sadly, my belongings weren't with me though. All I have with me is my body and soul.
"Bonjour, messieurs! Everything's fine and well. How about you go and do your shits and eat some donuts? You're good at that, right?" The guy, who must be one of the students here, provoked the policemen.
He has platinum blonde hair which reminds me of someone, but I have no idea when or where did I saw him. His eyes were as blue as the skies, and his eyebrows were as brown as the honey. I don't know if he's German or Russian or what his nationality is. All I knew is that this guy looked like some foreign model.
The other students as well.
Why do the prisoners here look so damn gorgeous and fine? And the bodyguards appeared to be so sluggish and ugly. Well, they deserved to be called ugly.
The policemen who saw this guy's smirk were aggravated, but they didn't show it, rather, they covered it with sighs and glares.
While I relaxed down a bit, I then threw daggers toward the bodyguards who just let me suffer without justice.
"I swear to god. Fuck the police!" I yelled my last words at them while they were still aiming their guns at me.
Either way, I don't care whether they'd shoot me dead or not. I swear as soon as I reincarnate, I'll throw my revenge, even if it takes a million times to be born again. Even if in my next life, I'll be reborn as a wolf or a cockroach. I swear to god... I really swear to god... I'll have them rot in hell.
The two male students took me violently while the two girls calmed them down. We had ourselves inside the rotten classroom called the SPECIAL CLASS.
As soon as we get inside the classroom, the guys who had me pushed me onto the wooden chair. A fucking wooden chair! Not a movie theater seat like the other classrooms!
The girl earlier who calmed me down, rushed at me while holding a first aid kit. She first took a key inside her pocket and unlocked my handcuffs with just one go.
How the heck did she get that key?
"Hey, better not fuck yourselves in there, yeah? I bet you're not familiar with this but from now on, don't you dare fuck with those bastards. You hear me?" the guy, whom I've known was Nabito, screamed at me while kicking the chair I sat on. Because of his rage, his saliva rained on my face and it's fucking disgusting.
He's lucky I couldn't throw a fist on him yet, my hands were severely injured because of those ugly bars I've been striking on.
After uncuffing me, the girl took out the alcohol to clean the wounds on my fists. After cleaning my wounds with some alcohol, she applied an ointment to my wounded parts.
"Wait, chill. This is our classroom from now on. What the heck? Better not fuck with them? How about we fuck them? This is our territory now, everyone. Our. Territory. There's no way those bastards would command us here," the other girl opposed Nabito's idea.
I have no idea who she is but I think we're in the same grade. I mean, all of us in here are in the same grade.
After the girl had slowly applied some ointment to my wounds, she wrapped my hands up with some bandage.
"Don't be an idiot. They told us to do what we want, yet behave when it's them around, otherwise, our families and lives are fucked up," Kenneth, the first ranker of everyone in high school, spoke up while trying so hard to keep his cool.
After both my hands were treated completely, the girl who did the work stood up and sighed, face-palming while listening to their arguments.
"Pfft. They "told" us? Or rather... threatened us?" the white wolf guy calmly spoke up.
And he's surprisingly correct with that.
They might send the contract as soon as I get home, but I'm pretty sure they'd threaten my parents as well.
This school is surely fucked up.
"Hey please, everyone! Please calm down a bit, alright? We will figure this out okay? It's not like we can go back to our old school life, right? The school is too hard to please and won't take their words back. And. And since we have a new member here, why don't we introduce ourselves now? I can still see new faces in here, I bet others would be willing to know their companions as well," the girl, who treated my wounds, calmed everyone down with just her soothing words.
And it seemed to work out.
"Right. And since we don't have a teacher yet, why don't we spend our time cleaning the room, playing, and doing what we want? That way, we can at least ease our minds, right? The CEO said himself that we should do what we want, correct? Unless we don't mess up, the authorities will be convinced that we clearly followed their rules. In exchange, they will follow our rules as well. In fact, Karina said earlier that this place, this classroom, this entire area up to those barriers outside, is our territory. We can make our rules, yeah? Or am I wrong?" she continued while facing Kenneth.
"A-Alright. Nice idea. But how do we do that?" Nabito asked.
"Of course, since the upper hand is here..." she smirked, faced Kenneth, and slowly walked after him. After she reached him, she faced us and tapped Kenneth's shoulder, "We can use our upper hand right here. He will be the mind of everything and all. We take commands after him and failed to do so---the upper hand will decide one's fate."
This room is full of fucked up people.
This girl.
I want to know who she is.