Story description:
this is a short story about a teenage boy with such dreams.
he was one with a free spirit and a rather twisted humour.
living in a one bedroom apartment in Santiago, he was given the opportunity to spread his wings.
However, a tragic thing occurred.
( he accidentally packed a scholarship from a prestigious, and a well crowded university ) and he's got no choice but to accept it...
let's join in on delving the matter of his doomed operation, to fail the school with his rather twisted ways...
Main Character's name:(Screwead William B . Sharks)
note: this is a simple story and maybe even a work of progress so it may be a bit cliche... bear with me if you will(・∀・)
( Chapter 1 ) Introduction
Williams (POV)
I grew up in a home where everyone had to fight.
We fought who would get's to eat the most food, who get's to earn the last cent, who get's to rest at night.
I love it.
It's a type of community that I really enjoyed. It makes laughter sound jovial, and somehow stories more complicated and lovable.
I love seeing people cry- mom says it's how they learn.
My life wasn't much growing up, We didn't have much food and each of us needed to contribute to our expenses but, it's still fun- I mean, I get to take whatever I want from stalls and go wherever I want by foot- I'm pretty much free.
I had good friends and we taught people everyday- we taught them how to fight. although at the end we would end up getting bruises ourselves... But.. yeah! It's still fun because, I've already mastered it. Fighting..
I learned to get bruised. I learned to not cry and stand up again. I excelled in fighting physically- it's one of my motos.
" Just fight it "
I aimed to reach the pinnacle of my capabilities and teach people how to do the same. That's how I'm built.
An egoist.
At least I thought so. That's when something happened...
(Back flash) 3rd person
It was a rainy night, Williams dad was late to go home. He had leisurely hung out with his buddies and was asked to drink with them but soon got into a fight and was dragged home by a close friend of his. (At least that's what William heard)
" Okay, I'll leave the old guy to your care kiddo"
The guy said as he walked away. His name was uncle drake and he's the father's closest friend.
"Thank you uncle! " That was what William could say as he single handedly helped his father stand up at least.
The kid smiled seeing his father's state- he loves seeing him low- he guessed that he might've lost to the hore again.
' he'll learn ' the kid thought to himself as he looked at his father's state- it's one of the battles his father wasn't able to win yet and he's hoping that he might've learned something from the fight.
'what about I help him?' an outrageous thought popped in his mind ... Out of the blue, he slapped the defeated guy on the cheek.
"Dad! You ain't giving up right?" He hyped him up.
" FIGHT!" This time he upgraded it into a punch.
The poor drunken man woke up and all of a sudden, He was enraged. With no consciousness whatsoever he gripped the bottle of beer from his hand and smacked it straight at the kid. The kid's expression was unreadable, it was as if he was enjoying the violence.
Annoyed, the father who is deemed a mad man smacked him even harder again and again with increasing weights. The kid's smile was hypocritical. He had that devious grin taped in his lips.
It hurts. Blood began dripping from the bottle and wounds began forming on the kids face. He's eyes were now red and he couldn't explain himself.
It hurts.
But he asked.
He was satisfied.
He laughed maniacally.
He's happy.
'another trophy' he thought
But something inside him still felt it. The pain..
The kid surprisingly smiled from what he felt, then he began to laugh- he wanted to fight back.
' I'm sorry father '
The kid whispered an apology before giving the guy a punch-He's hyped up. He swiftly tripped his father and taking the old guy's surprise- he stole the bottle that the guy was holding and smacked it back with much force. Blood drips, the wounds bacame severe and the defeated guy struggled to breath.
The kid laughed harder, his laughter can be heard from miles away- he won. He's happy.
(Minutes after)
In a sudden while, his mother- who left the place to get water down the well returned.
She saw their messed up state and she couldn't help but boil in anger.
Looking at the situation in a stoic like manner, she calmed down and handled it downright.
She got used to her husband getting beaten up. He was a boxer, and he beats people to earn a living- it was tough though- seeing him in this kind of state all the time. Every now and then, him and his buddies would decide a mock battle on the streets and get money for votes with those who watched the illegal fight- he would always lose to a specific individual (Kate) however, he repeats the cycle over because he's got no choice. He needs money.
The lady couldn't help but shed tears, feeling her husband's demise- she couldn't imagine how much pain he's gone through- and then he even gets beaten up by his own son when arriving home.
She looked at the kid and anger began to resurface.
"Why did you do that?" A menesing sound left her mouth which left a bitter taste to the kids throat.
" I taught dad how to fight !" The kid said degectedly- he has no idea what he had done wrong.
"Will" the mom said with a hint of sadness, she clearly taught him wrong. "Yes?" The kid questioned
"Not everything can be solved by fist. You need to learn how you could fight things without it"
The kid was silent- he didn't like where this was going.
" I forbid you for using your fist. And, say sorry to your father- he had it tough"
The mother said with authority.
The kid just noded to the girl. There's something he likes so much about his mother other than her menesing aura- it's her mouth, she always spoke the best word. What she spoke is like the truth for him- and so, he'll follow her words.
" Yes mother "....
(Days pass)
The past few days, William kept his words and fought with no violence. Slowly, his horde of gang friends began deserting him. He spends his day at home or at the gym smacking things. Punching, breaking, smashing... They're not humans so it's acceptable for now.
In contrast, people that once avoided him actually tried to speak to him. (The feeling of pity?)
He also got more time to help his mother on stalls or simple jobs.
It was tough though, he couldn't help but miss his old life.
Williams's enormous number of friends quickly vanquished when he refused to fight. He was suddenly rid of the ability to laugh- to smile. His only pleasure..
In a matter of weeks, the group he Soo longed formed kicked him out. He no longer has a way to get money, and kids his age mocked him more and more. He wants to punch them, to go back to the days where he has a job, and is enjoying it. He wanted violence, he wanted to look at frantic faces in opposition to the smiles he usually received at the stalls.
In his desperation, William began following his dad. However, he was given no permission to do so.
So, like the threatening creep he is, he decided to stalk the guy.
(Stalking) 3rd person
The kid sneaked unnoticed from behind his father's back, and in opposition to what he expected, he was surprised to end up in front of an abandoned school.
He thought his father was either going to the stage or to his friends house_ realizing the secrecy, a wicked smile formed his lips, he was intrigued at what his father was hiding.
The place was packed with people, from the second floor. and right before entering, a password was spoken.
The boy didn't hear about entering with a password and he was forcibly kicked out, however that didn't stop him. He found a way to enter the first floor unnoticed from the cracks around the abandoned school.
The first floor hardly had any people. The only horde he was able to see was his father and his father's friends, also a small portion of people whose faces he couldn't distinguish. A girl was there- one girl ( Kate) the Soo called hoe which made his father crumble every night he went home.
The kid smiled seeing the lady, he was intrigued to see the girls strength.
A makeshift arena was poorly made with piles of woods and garters, sorrounding the stage.
The arena was placed from a position so that the people from the second floor were able to see it clearly.
Right before the clock struck at 9, the whole place was lit up, the entrance was closed and, the voices from the second floor died down.
" Welcome, to the battlefield" a fat guy said menesingly to the crowds and everyone answered with outrageous roars each filled with excitement.
Although the kid wanted to join the crowd he kept quiet, no one should notice him, he was hiding in a pile of woods far away from the crowd but not too far away from the court.
( He actually had the best view)
" Today! We have our contenders. Jakery- jak"
A silly guy which Willam distinguished as sir garter from one of his father's friends showed up, and entered the court.
The crowd booed him. however, he still wore his masked smile.
The guy's physique was a bit girly and he couldn't even hold a punch as William remembered so the boo'es were quite reasonable.
"lorryii-low!"
The fat guy (announcer) continued,
Sir garter got out of the court still wearing his proud smile and, a slender man with no energy whatsoever got in.
The crowd cheered the guy up, but most them were actually females- some of the women even squeaked at his sight.
The man looked like a Greek god, and his muscles were toned and slender- unlike the bulky ones boxers usually have.
The guy wasn't recognizable for William though.
" black_silver"
The fat announcer once again said, but this time a little more manlier.
A guy entered once more while the godlike man walked out of the court.
The guy had a mic in his hand as he mentioned 30 names in memory.
The guys who's mentioned cheered at the contender with a banner having the words good luck, or win written on it .
William heard nothing about the man, however, he was caught off guard by his built up muscles that he unknowingly cheered,himself.
The speech lasted for 13 minutes until he was cut off by Williams father.
" You done there big guns?"
Williams father asked casually and the guy (black silver) chuckled.
"Next, Mr. Gill"
The muscle guy said to the anouncer, as he left the court.
"notorious boomer!"
The oversized guy announced.
William finally saw his father. He had scars etched everywhere in his body.
The crowd roared seeing the contender, some were cheering him on saying " beat her this time" or " goo! You got this my friend!" While a portion of the crowds were screaming disappointment and rage at why he interrupted the muscle guy.
" You should continue mentioning nutbom!" A desperate guy said dejectedly using the nickname.
"This ain't a silly mention video you see on ytube my guy. This is a fight!"
Williams dad answered, his eyes filled w determination.
" And I'm gonna win it!" He added.
Most of the guys laughed at what he said, then they continued to cheer him on.
"Yeah! Beat your prey!" " I'm counting on you!"
Hearing their cheers A serene smile formed on Williams lips- he's happy to see his father having Soo much support.
"girly griffin"
The fat guy said now in a girly voice. William slightly chuckled at his girlish immitation-
" You're gorgeous!" " Amazing as always" " I'm counting on you!"
the cheers filled the first floor.
Williams face twitched in irritation- the guys from above the court looked at the lady with lust- especially with her revealed stomach, legs and shoulders.
"Disgusting " he whispered.
He couldn't help but think how wasted her talent is spent on this audience.
"and lastly, our laborious dragon!
Rooaaaaarrrrrr!!!!"
The announcer screamed and everyone roared with him.
William recognized the guy. It's his boss. One of the guys he secretly chatted with was him ( lee), he was Williams tutor, he taught William how to use his fist and how to punch- the guy however, disappeared and William wasn't able to find him for over 4 years.
The air around began to shift. It was now tense and fiery.
All the people around were focused solely on one guy.
Will smiled proudly, that's his master
"Go, lee!"