Run Over Chapter 4.3

Break My Body
Chapter 4 Part 3
I walked along the corridor of an apartment building. Hara walked beside me. I grabbed his phone and called the needed person. After a few rings, a voice was heard from the phone:

"Hey. Hara-a! Why the h.e.l.l are you calling so late?!"

The hands of the clock showed one twenty at night.

"I'm coming," I threw out the two words and hung up.

I pulled out a fire extinguisher from a corner, lifted it, pulled out a yellow tab and began to press down on the lever, resembling a bicycle break, similar to firefighting exercises. White fume came out of the fire extinguisher immediately.

I walked along the dimly lit corridor to apartment 605. Hara walked behind me. The nameplate showed the sh*tty name – Matsuoka. This was the meeting place of above named piece of sh*t's friends.

I began to press on the doorbell madly. I was sincerely scary and jabbed at the b.u.t.ton to the point that my fingers began to hurt. Soon someone's hurried footsteps were heard in the apartment. Before the door was opened, I stuffed the end of the extinguisher into the mail slot and began.

I sharply clamped the lever, the white fume swept into the room, and the fire extinguisher, weighing about five to six kilograms, lightened up significantly. Violent coughs came from inside. The door opened and a man's hand appeared in the opening. I slammed the door, and the limb that was sticking out was stuck. There was a sound of breaking bones. I repeated the blow again, and again. From the crack between the door and the wall, more white smoke came. The hand pulled back, exhausted. When it was clear that the extinguisher was empty, I threw open the door and threw it in.

The thick white smoke hung in the hallway, and on the floor at the entrance sat the fat Oga, who pressed his injured hand to his chest. I kicked him with all my might, and then stepped over his fallen body. I took out the fire extinguisher, stuck in the gypsum wall and went further down the hallway, into a seedy apartment with the format of a 2DK. In the living room, the eyes of Matsuoka's companions widened. Tobacco smoke, which covered the room, mixed with the smoke of the fire extinguisher. The pieces of sh*t shouted something in my direction.

***

With the coming of June, we were struck by a terrible humidity. Cicadas crawled out early and screeched loudly. There was only a week before the semester tests, but the cla.s.s was not at all in study mode.

First of all, the people in our school didn't like to put their efforts in their studies as a principle.

And second of all, the time has come, when we destroyed our cla.s.s.

Everyone was silent, and we were the ones who calmed them down.

There were those, whose eyes were extinguished. Those, who were afraid of me, those who praised me, and those who simply wanted to understand my true nature. There were definitely those who hated me so much they were ready to kill me.

Each and everyone of them recognized me.

I was in the very center of attention of others, completely taking over it; all gazes were on me. To this point, I invisibly attacked with my right hand, and no on from the adults noticed me. I hit with no punishments and quietly chuckled at the results. I destroyed the habitual reality, and people began to try and get even with me.

I was recognized as someone, who, at the site of a trash can, jams up its nose and rips it into pieces. This is exactly what I've always wanted. Complete destruction. To burn the stuffy s.p.a.ce to ashes, where only morons gathered.

With the next step, the goal will be fully achieved.

Edited by: Akshaythedon