The clock tower chimed a melancholic five-thirty, its sound swallowed by the relentless drumming of rain on the makeshift football field. The world was awash in a cinematic grey, punctuated by the vibrant splashes of color from the children's soaked jerseys. They were a band of miniature warriors, mud-streaked and breathless, their faces illuminated by the pure, unadulterated joy of the game.
The match had just ended, a nail-biting finish that saw Kai's team emerge victorious. Kai, the team captain, stood tall despite being thoroughly drenched, a wide grin splitting his face. "That was a close one! You guys played really well out there," he called out, his voice carrying easily in the damp air. He clapped his hands, the sound muffled by the rain.
Beside him, his teammate Liam puffed out his cheeks. "Yeah, Kai, your goal in the last minute was amazing! That sealed it for us." He shivered slightly, the rain plastering his hair to his forehead.
Maya, another of Kai's teammates, jumped up and down, spraying more water around. "I'm soaked, but this win feels so good!" The sheer exuberance in her voice was infectious.
Over on the other side of the field, the opposing team captain, Leo, caught his breath, a tired smile playing on his lips despite the loss. "Congrats, Kai. You earned it. Your team played tough." He extended a hand towards Kai, a gesture of respect and good sportsmanship.
Behind Leo, a player named Ben wiped his face with the sleeve of his jersey. "Yeah, we gave it our all. Next time, we'll be ready for you." The rain seemed to wash away any lingering disappointment, leaving only anticipation.
Another member of Leo's team, Chloe, added, "That last goal was something else. We need a better defense tomorrow."
Kai, ever the sportsman, clapped Leo on the shoulder. "How about a rematch tomorrow? Same time, same place?"
Leo straightened up, nodding enthusiastically. "Definitely. We want a shot at the win."
Liam, eager for another challenge, chimed in, "Count me in. I'm already looking forward to it."
Ben pumped his fist. "Same here. We'll train hard tonight… or at least try to dry our socks!"
Kai looked up at the sky, the rain intensifying, turning the already damp field into a shimmering puddle. "It's pouring now. Let's call it for today and get dry."
Leo nodded in agreement. "Good idea. We don't want to catch a cold."
Maya, ever the optimist, shouted over the din of the rain, "Tomorrow, then. Rematch under clearer skies!" Though the present skies were anything but clear, her words held a promise of sunshine and more football.
Chloe grinned, already visualizing the next game.
"Can't wait! See you all tomorrow."
And with that, the rain-soaked warriors dispersed, their laughter echoing in the twilight, leaving behind only the muddy field, the memory of a hard-fought game,
As the rain poured down in relentless sheets, Kai's small figure trudged through the puddles, his clothes clinging to him like a second skin. With each step, he replayed the events of the day in his mind, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling like the storm clouds above. "What was I thinking?" he muttered, his right hand swinging back and forth, a nervous habit he had developed.
But then, like a scene from a movie, a thief darted past him, a flash of movement that ignited a spark of courage in Kai's heart. "I can catch him!" he thought, adrenaline pumping through his tiny veins. He took off, his little legs propelling him forward, determination etched on his face.
But just as he gained momentum, the sky roared, and a blinding flash of lightning struck nearby. The world around him spun, and in an instant, darkness enveloped him.
When Kai finally opened his eyes, he was no longer in the storm but in the familiar warmth of his home. Confusion washed over him like the rain that had soaked him to the bone.
"Mom, how did I come here?" he asked, his voice a mix of innocence and fear.
His mother, her face a canvas of worry and relief, replied, "The police officer brought you home. I heard you were sleeping on the road. Are you stupid?"
Kai's heart sank. He had only wanted to be brave, to do something heroic. "I don't know, I was just..." he stammered, searching for words that could explain his reckless adventure.
"Stop it, Kai! You don't even know how dangerous it was!" she interrupted, her voice a blend of frustration and love.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his small shoulders.
After 9 years
In the hallowed halls of Willington School, England's crown jewel of prestige, the air thrummed with a peculiar energy—a blend of adolescent rebellion, whispered secrets, and the faint echo of something... otherworldly.
It was 7:30 AM, the morning assembly had just dispersed, and the students of Class 10-B shuffled into their seats, the weight of routine settling like dust.
Among them, Kai, a lanky 15-year-old backbencher with untamed black hair and a glint of defiance in his hazel eyes, slouched at his desk. His life was a patchwork of abandonment—parents vanished to Portugal when he was ten, leaving him in a cramped apartment with his loyal friend Mike, a freckled optimist who dreamed of rugby stardom.
Today, though, the air felt heavier. A new rule had swept through the school like a decree from a dark lord: nail hygiene inspections.
The class monitor, Jaxon, a wiry boy with a prefect's badge and a nervous swagger, was making his rounds. His clipboard trembled slightly as he checked each student, his authority a fragile mask.
Kai watched, half-amused, as Jaxon approached Raven Skye, the girl who seemed to carry a storm in her shadow.
Raven was a wildfire—blue eyes that could pierce souls, brown hair streaked with crimson, and a reputation for bending rules like a queen weaving spells. Her nails, long and dirt-streaked, were a blatant middle finger to Willington's pristine code.
"Um, Raven?" Jaxon's voice wavered, caught between duty and dread.
She looked up, her eyes glinting like a Titan sizing up its prey. "Hey, Jaxon. What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"More like a horror movie," he quipped, nodding at her nails. "You know the school policy, right? Those claws are… not exactly school-approved."
Raven leaned back, her smirk sharp enough to cut. "Oh, come on, Jaxon. Don't be such a buzzkill. They add character!"
"Character, or a ticket to detention?" he fired back, trying to hold his ground, but a grin tugged at his lips.
She leaned closer, her voice a sultry whisper that could've belonged to a cursed spirit. "What if I told you I could make it worth your while to keep this between us?"
Jaxon's face flushed, his prefect's resolve crumbling. In a hushed, fumbling whisper, he stammered, "Did you mean… you will give me tomorrow's test question paper?"
Raven's smile was a blade, bright and dangerous. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "After lunch," she purred, "but only if you keep my nails off the teacher's radar. Deal?"
Jaxon swallowed hard,
ITS 13:00 PM AND NOW ITS THE LUNCH BREAK
Revan purchased chicken nuggets from the school canteen and handed over the money of €2.95
There were five chicken nuggets in her plate while she has already decided that she will be eating it with her friends so while holding the plate of chicken nuggets she was going in the corridor suddenly some muscular boys come on her way they were having muscles and there were tattoos in their hands
Revan barely made it three steps out of the canteen before Jacko's voice rang out behind him.
"Oi, Revan! What's that you got there? Smells proper lush."
He turned, and sure enough, the usual crew was slouched against the wall near the bike racks—Jacko, Mascon, Reece, and Mason—all of them eyeing the steaming tray in his hands like wolves clocking a lamb chop.
Mascon straightened up, sniffing theatrically.
"Chicken nuggets from the canteen, innit. Just nabbed 'em." His grin stretched wide. "Don't be tight, mate. Ain't even had a bite yet. Hand 'em over."
Revan clutched the tray closer to his chest.
"Nah, cheers. Got 'em for meself." His voice was calm, but there was a firmness to it, a line being drawn.
Reece snorted, pushing off the wall.
"You reckon you can just stroll about with that and not share? Don't work like that 'round here."
Jacko stepped closer, his eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, cough up the whole lot. We're bloody starving."
Revan didn't budge.
"I said no. Go get your own, yeah?"
Mason folded his arms, tilting his head like he was doing Revan a favour by even explaining.
"'Cause you're the only one with nuggets, bruv. Don't make this a faff."
Jacko's tone sharpened.
"Or what? You gonna have a go?"
Revan's jaw set.
"I ain't scared of you lot. Jog on."
But then—Kai stepped forward from the fringe of the crowd, a slow, wolfish grin spreading across his face. He slung an arm casually over Jacko's shoulders, like he was just out for a stroll with a mate.
"Meet me inside the boys' loo," he said, voice low but slicing through the chatter like glass. His gaze flicked to Mason—sharp, unblinking. "Now."
Mason frowned, confused. Kai didn't blink.
"If you don't," he said, letting the words stretch, "you're a right puff."
He bared his teeth—not in a smile, but something colder, more dangerous. Then he peeled away, striding off without a second glance,
It was now 13:30 pm The boys leave revan behind and now after eating lunch inside the female toilet locking the door inside there was Jason and revan alone
Revan and Jason were doing sex inside the girls toilet as they have dealed
On the other side
INSIDE THE BOYS TOILET
The hallway is dead silent, bathed in orange light. Four silhouettes block the end—Jacko, Mason, Reece, Mascon.
Kai stands at the opposite end, his blazer fluttering slightly in the wind from an open window. He drops his bag.
Slowly.
Reece (snickering): "You got guts coming alone. Hope you brought a casket too."
Mascon: "Or maybe... he thinks he's him."
Jacko steps forward.
Jacko (to Kai): "Say sorry for what you did. And maybe we only break three bones."
Kai exhales. The camera zooms in on his eyes. The amber light flickers. His fingers twitch. The hallway warps slightly, like heatwaves.
Kai (calmly): "It's not my bones you should worry about."
FLASH—SPEEDLINE SHOCKWAVE.
Mascon is already flying— Kai's elbow slammed into his chest like a freight train. The wall buckles behind him.
Reece charges. Quick. Hands up like a boxer.
Kai vanishes—REAPPEARS behind him.
Knee to Reece's spine. Reece's body arches unnaturally.
Reece (thought): When did he move?!
Mason throws a wild haymaker. Kai ducks. Counterpunch. RIGHT HOOK TO MASON'S JAW
Sweat, blood, and spit spin out. Mason's head twists violently. He slams to the floor, face-first.
Only Jacko remains. Knife drawn.
A dark energy starts to crawl up Kai's back. His shirt rips open from pressure. A mark glows faintly on his shoulder—a remnant of something... ancient.
Jacko (sweating): "You think you're special? You're a freak!"
Kai (cold):
"No. I'm evolution."
Jacko lunges stab aimed at Kai's heart.
Kai sidesteps so fast, it looks like the world lags. His palm hits Jacko's arm, spinning it, knife dropping
Kai grabs Jacko by the face.
But jack dropped the knife from his left hand and catch it from his right hand and pit it inside Kai chest
The normal classes started but Kai did not returned because he was injured their in the boys toilet as soon as the class ended revam runned towards the boys toilet thinking all the way
I did not get a minute also to look for Kai I was too busy seriously too much busy
When he entered inside the boys toilet found Kai who was lying on the floor with the blood comming from his mouth and the floor was blooded
What she shocked