It was after school around 5 o clock

  I had extra classwork to do

  “Hey”.

  It was some random student that grabbed my shoulder

  His grip was quite weak

  He had large round glasses that completely hid his eyes

  From his armpits released some kind of invisible gas

  I had only noticed once it breathed it in

  The gears of time were interrupted by an outside force as time was stopped for 20 seconds

  The gas he released made everything look different, everything was a wide range of colors

  It was like looking at a rainbow

  But I could still make out what people looked like, right in front of me was my father

  He had dark hair with empty black eyes, he had a mustache that decorated the top of his lip, he looked as if he were looking down on someone inferior, he was looking down on me, the same look he always gives me.

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  I could feel a sharp pain in my chest

  A burning sensation, I got stabbed in the sternum

  It was getting harder to breathe, he damaged one of my lungs, there was internal bleeding inside my body

  At least I got close to him and his hands were occupied

  He gave me an opportunity

  To fight for survival is to use any dirty tricks possible

  Humans have canine teeth, not for tearing meat. But instead for mating rights but they’re sharp enough to tear human flesh

  I bit a hole in his neck, I could clearly see his muscle tissue

  It was bright red pumping with blood

  He was bleeding and yelling in pain, the student had the face of my father

  There’s no point

  I took off his glasses to get a good look

  The hallucinations had faded

  He had a handsome face, he had bright blue eyes with silver hair

  “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please don’t kill me, I’m only here cause he said he would bring my family back”.

  “He threatened you with your family”?

  Family huh? Why do these people care so much for their families? I’m only here at this school to wipe that smirk off his face

  “Hey pretty boy, look at me”.

  I grabbed his hair

  I stared right into his eyes, he was terrified of death, I still had a knife in my chest but at this point, I could care less about the pain

  “Tell me, what does he look like”?

  “If I tell you, he’d kill me”.

  Just like before, I guess the last guy wasn’t lying

  I closed the blinders

  No one outside could look what was happening inside

  “Don’t tell me, write it down on the whiteboard or you’ll die a more painful death”.

  There was a marker that laid on one of the tables

  “Write it on the board”.

  He grabbed the marker and wrote one line with the chalk

  The security camera was beeping red

  His head laid on the floor as blood seeped from his neck, his entire body was gone

  “Gotcha”.