Chapter 42: I Won- No, We Won.
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"Ryan. Walker. You are so dead," He bit his teeth.
"Asshole," I bolted. I saw an opening to hit him. I ran around him, came in front of him, threw him on the wall punching in his stomach.
I felt the pain. I hit him but I felt the pain. I quickly pulled my fist away. "How? Why?" Blood was coming from my knuckles.
"Haha! How did you like my Trait? It makes my body harder, hard as a wooden log,"
"Asshole," I ran again, I kicked again, this time not the face, not the guts, but his balls.
"That's hard too," He whispered giving me a hard punch in the stomach.
"I see… Asshole,"
"Stop calling me an ASSHOLE!" he charged at me. He was now angry at me. Cool.
I behind a table, he threw the table away. I threw a metal chair at him, he stumbled over it, got up quickly. I took a tray from a table. He came to me, I hit his head with the tray in my hands.
I brought the tray behind me, then forward at him. He made a hole in the tray by punching it with his fists. The tray got away from my grip.
'I need some kind of weapon to end him,' But there were only trays and- 'UHM!' he grabbed my hips, lifted me up, threw me on a table. Threw few punches in my stomach.
"Naomi! Do something!"
"I am out of energy. I fucking can't,"
I kicked him away. Can't let him just punch me. I am out of the blood.
"You, you are weaker than Devon. You don't deserve to be the captain of your fucking unit. You all are weak. Haha! All are weak!" he again went for my hips. His head was in my navel. He lifted me up, Lifted my elbow up, smashed me into the wall, I smashed my elbow on his back.
Again a cracking sound came. From me. My elbow's bone was broken. System healed it but…
< Blood level dropping. Blood level dropping! Alert! Blood level dropping! >
'This is no time to fuck around.'
"Asshole," He clucked his tongue.
He threw a kick on me, I ducked it. He threw a long arm punch, right beside my ear I grabbed it.
"Your body is hardened, doesn't mean your joints are too," I used my forearm to hit the joint of his elbow. Didn't stop, again, again. He punched my back.
I went at him again. Kicked his shin bone. Dodged his punch, kicked his shin again, kicked this time, grabbed his leg. Kicked his balls. Again balls. Again balls. It was not working. He used another leg to hit my head. We both fell to the ground. I got up, he got up.
"Nothing's happening, weakling!" He ran at me. An idea suddenly clicked in my brain. I took his hit deliberately. Fell on a table behind me.
As expected he came at me, moment before his fist will hit my face I got up. He punched the table. I quickly got behind him. Grabbe his nape, pushed him on the table. Pulled up, pushed down, smash and smash.
Lastly lifted my leg. Turned his face, broke his nose right with the table. My leg went down with the flow passing through the table. Tearing the table apart my leg and Colm's face landed down on the floor.
Blood! This time! This time blood splattered! There were few drops of blood on the ground.
The PVC table broke apart into two parts. I lifted my leg, brought it back down but Colm dodged it. He rolled on the ground and got up in the flow.
He threw straight arm punches at me. I kept moving backward while dodging them, suddenly a kick came aimed at my balls. I was in mid-air. There was no way I could move away. I closed my thighs, my calves together. His leg hit my knees. I closed my eyes cause this kick I thought was going to hit my balls.
"Argh," He grunted. His kick didn't go any more above my knees.
'Ah, I see! The effect is showing now,' the continuous attacks I landed on his leg's joints were showing effect now. 'He has a time period too.'
I landed on the ground, I stumbled over a chair. I turned back to see a chair. I lifted it.
Grabbed it by its legs. I started hitting it against Colm's face. Right to left; left to right, up-down, down-up. The chair was now covered in blood.
I gave him a final chair blow. His body dropped down on the floor. I threw the chair away. I went down on the ground with my knees beside his chest. I pulled his hands under my knees. I sat on his chest, and here begins MY STREAK OF PUNCHES.
"Asshole! This is for what you did to my mates!" I started my streak. One, two, three. There was this sound of bones cracking again but this time not from me. It was Colm. Colm's face. Four, five, six. I was loving it. He was helplessly lying down getting his face breaking up into pieces. Seven, eight, nine, ten! I still didn't stop.
My knuckles were injured but I didn't stop. I continued smashing his face, again and again. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
Every time I punched him his hard skin was breaking apart. His Trait was losing its control. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.
"Asshole. This is what you called Devon. How dare you, die. Die!" eighteen, nineteen, twenty!
The floor cracked. There was blood coming from the backside of his head. His eyes were closed. I, I just. Twenty-one. Couldn't bring me. Twenty-two. To stop punching him. twenty -three, twenty-four, twenty-five!
"Oi, oi. We should stop him. He might fucking kill Colm,"
"Y- you are right,"
"Ryan! Stop it already! That's enough!" Devon shouted.
Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight.
"Don't you dare show your face again in front of us," I grunted, I punched him.
Twenty-nine, thirty! Thirty-one. Thirty-two.
There was more and more blood coming from his head. His face was messed up. The map of his face, the look of his face was changed. His bones changed their positions. They were all dislocated.
Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five. The speed of my punches was slowing down.
"Okay, I am fucking going now," Naomi got up from her seat.
"Devon let's- you." Devon and Gwen left too.
Oliver was up too. He gained his consciousness as he walked towards me. The whole cafeteria was in chaos. Everybody was shouting, screaming. Tables were scattered all over the cafeteria. Many were shooting with their mobile cameras.
36… 37… 38… 39… 40!!
Devon started pulling me, Gwen, Naomi too. They held me by my arms pulled me away while everyone was screaming shouting.
"You motherfucker! You don't fucking mess with the Bloodsuckers!" I shouted at unconscious Colm while I was getting pulled away.
I kicked his body while they pulled me. Oliver pulled Colm's body away from me. In the end. We won this team battle.. We the Bloodsuckers.
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"Ryan. Walker. You are so dead," He bit his teeth.
"Asshole," I bolted. I saw an opening to hit him. I ran around him, came in front of him, threw him on the wall punching in his stomach.
I felt the pain. I hit him but I felt the pain. I quickly pulled my fist away. "How? Why?" Blood was coming from my knuckles.
"Haha! How did you like my Trait? It makes my body harder, hard as a wooden log,"
"Asshole," I ran again, I kicked again, this time not the face, not the guts, but his balls.
"That's hard too," He whispered giving me a hard punch in the stomach.
"I see… Asshole,"
"Stop calling me an ASSHOLE!" he charged at me. He was now angry at me. Cool.
I behind a table, he threw the table away. I threw a metal chair at him, he stumbled over it, got up quickly. I took a tray from a table. He came to me, I hit his head with the tray in my hands.
I brought the tray behind me, then forward at him. He made a hole in the tray by punching it with his fists. The tray got away from my grip.
'I need some kind of weapon to end him,' But there were only trays and- 'UHM!' he grabbed my hips, lifted me up, threw me on a table. Threw few punches in my stomach.
"Naomi! Do something!"
"I am out of energy. I fucking can't,"
I kicked him away. Can't let him just punch me. I am out of the blood.
"You, you are weaker than Devon. You don't deserve to be the captain of your fucking unit. You all are weak. Haha! All are weak!" he again went for my hips. His head was in my navel. He lifted me up, Lifted my elbow up, smashed me into the wall, I smashed my elbow on his back.
Again a cracking sound came. From me. My elbow's bone was broken. System healed it but…
< Blood level dropping. Blood level dropping! Alert! Blood level dropping! >
'This is no time to fuck around.'
"Asshole," He clucked his tongue.
He threw a kick on me, I ducked it. He threw a long arm punch, right beside my ear I grabbed it.
"Your body is hardened, doesn't mean your joints are too," I used my forearm to hit the joint of his elbow. Didn't stop, again, again. He punched my back.
I went at him again. Kicked his shin bone. Dodged his punch, kicked his shin again, kicked this time, grabbed his leg. Kicked his balls. Again balls. Again balls. It was not working. He used another leg to hit my head. We both fell to the ground. I got up, he got up.
"Nothing's happening, weakling!" He ran at me. An idea suddenly clicked in my brain. I took his hit deliberately. Fell on a table behind me.
As expected he came at me, moment before his fist will hit my face I got up. He punched the table. I quickly got behind him. Grabbe his nape, pushed him on the table. Pulled up, pushed down, smash and smash.
Lastly lifted my leg. Turned his face, broke his nose right with the table. My leg went down with the flow passing through the table. Tearing the table apart my leg and Colm's face landed down on the floor.
Blood! This time! This time blood splattered! There were few drops of blood on the ground.
The PVC table broke apart into two parts. I lifted my leg, brought it back down but Colm dodged it. He rolled on the ground and got up in the flow.
He threw straight arm punches at me. I kept moving backward while dodging them, suddenly a kick came aimed at my balls. I was in mid-air. There was no way I could move away. I closed my thighs, my calves together. His leg hit my knees. I closed my eyes cause this kick I thought was going to hit my balls.
"Argh," He grunted. His kick didn't go any more above my knees.
'Ah, I see! The effect is showing now,' the continuous attacks I landed on his leg's joints were showing effect now. 'He has a time period too.'
I landed on the ground, I stumbled over a chair. I turned back to see a chair. I lifted it.
Grabbed it by its legs. I started hitting it against Colm's face. Right to left; left to right, up-down, down-up. The chair was now covered in blood.
I gave him a final chair blow. His body dropped down on the floor. I threw the chair away. I went down on the ground with my knees beside his chest. I pulled his hands under my knees. I sat on his chest, and here begins MY STREAK OF PUNCHES.
"Asshole! This is for what you did to my mates!" I started my streak. One, two, three. There was this sound of bones cracking again but this time not from me. It was Colm. Colm's face. Four, five, six. I was loving it. He was helplessly lying down getting his face breaking up into pieces. Seven, eight, nine, ten! I still didn't stop.
My knuckles were injured but I didn't stop. I continued smashing his face, again and again. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
Every time I punched him his hard skin was breaking apart. His Trait was losing its control. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.
"Asshole. This is what you called Devon. How dare you, die. Die!" eighteen, nineteen, twenty!
The floor cracked. There was blood coming from the backside of his head. His eyes were closed. I, I just. Twenty-one. Couldn't bring me. Twenty-two. To stop punching him. twenty -three, twenty-four, twenty-five!
"Oi, oi. We should stop him. He might fucking kill Colm,"
"Y- you are right,"
"Ryan! Stop it already! That's enough!" Devon shouted.
Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight.
"Don't you dare show your face again in front of us," I grunted, I punched him.
Twenty-nine, thirty! Thirty-one. Thirty-two.
There was more and more blood coming from his head. His face was messed up. The map of his face, the look of his face was changed. His bones changed their positions. They were all dislocated.
Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five. The speed of my punches was slowing down.
"Okay, I am fucking going now," Naomi got up from her seat.
"Devon let's- you." Devon and Gwen left too.
Oliver was up too. He gained his consciousness as he walked towards me. The whole cafeteria was in chaos. Everybody was shouting, screaming. Tables were scattered all over the cafeteria. Many were shooting with their mobile cameras.
36… 37… 38… 39… 40!!
Devon started pulling me, Gwen, Naomi too. They held me by my arms pulled me away while everyone was screaming shouting.
"You motherfucker! You don't fucking mess with the Bloodsuckers!" I shouted at unconscious Colm while I was getting pulled away.
I kicked his body while they pulled me. Oliver pulled Colm's body away from me. In the end. We won this team battle.. We the Bloodsuckers.
"Ryan. Walker. You are so dead," He bit his teeth. "Asshole," I bolted. I saw an opening to hit him. I ran around him, came in front of him, threw him on the wall punching in his stomach. I felt the pain. I hit him but I felt the pain. I quickly pulled my fist away. "How? Why?" Blood was coming from my knuckles. "Haha! How did you like my Trait? It makes my body harder, hard as a wooden log," "Asshole," I ran again, I kicked again, this time not the face, not the guts, but his balls. "That's hard too," He whispered giving me a hard punch in the stomach. "I see Asshole," "Stop calling me an ASSHOLE!" he charged at me. He was now angry at me. Cool. I behind a table, he threw the table away. I threw a metal chair at him, he stumbled over it, got up quickly. I took a tray from a table. He came to me, I hit his head with the tray in my hands. I brought the tray behind me, then forward at him. He made a hole in the tray by punching it with his fists. The tray got away from my grip. 'I need some kind of weapon to end him,' But there were only trays and- 'UHM!' he grabbed my hips, lifted me up, threw me on a table. Threw few punches in my stomach. "Naomi! Do something!" "I am out of energy. I fucking can't," I kicked him away. Can't let him just punch me. I am out of the blood. "You, you are weaker than Devon. You don't deserve to be the captain of your fucking unit. You all are weak. Haha! All are weak!" he again went for my hips. His head was in my navel. He lifted me up, Lifted my elbow up, smashed me into the wall, I smashed my elbow on his back. Again a cracking sound came. From me. My elbow's bone was broken. System healed it but Blood level dropping. Blood level dropping! Alert! Blood level dropping! 'This is no time to fuck around.' "Asshole," He clucked his tongue. He threw a kick on me, I ducked it. He threw a long arm punch, right beside my ear I grabbed it. "Your body is hardened, doesn't mean your joints are too," I used my forearm to hit the joint of his elbow. Didn't stop, again, again. He punched my back. I went at him again. Kicked his shin bone. Dodged his punch, kicked his shin again, kicked this time, grabbed his leg. Kicked his balls. Again balls. Again balls. It was not working. He used another leg to hit my head. We both fell to the ground. I got up, he got up. "Nothing's happening, weakling!" He ran at me. An idea suddenly clicked in my brain. I took his hit deliberately. Fell on a table behind me. As expected he came at me, moment before his fist will hit my face I got up. He punched the table. I quickly got behind him. Grabbe his nape, pushed him on the table. Pulled up, pushed down, smash and smash. Lastly lifted my leg. Turned his face, broke his nose right with the table. My leg went down with the flow passing through the table. Tearing the table apart my leg and Colm's face landed down on the floor. Blood! This time! This time blood splattered! There were few drops of blood on the ground. The PVC table broke apart into two parts. I lifted my leg, brought it back down but Colm dodged it. He rolled on the ground and got up in the flow. He threw straight arm punches at me. I kept moving backward while dodging them, suddenly a kick came aimed at my balls. I was in mid-air. There was no way I could move away. I closed my thighs, my calves together. His leg hit my knees. I closed my eyes cause this kick I thought was going to hit my balls. "Argh," He grunted. His kick didn't go any more above my knees. 'Ah, I see! The effect is showing now,' the continuous attacks I landed on his leg's joints were showing effect now. 'He has a time period too.' I landed on the ground, I stumbled over a chair. I turned back to see a chair. I lifted it. Grabbed it by its legs. I started hitting it against Colm's face. Right to left; left to right, up-down, down-up. The chair was now covered in blood. I gave him a final chair blow. His body dropped down on the floor. I threw the chair away. I went down on the ground with my knees beside his chest. I pulled his hands under my knees. I sat on his chest, and here begins MY STREAK OF PUNCHES. "Asshole! This is for what you did to my mates!" I started my streak. One, two, three. There was this sound of bones cracking again but this time not from me. It was Colm. Colm's face. Four, five, six. I was loving it. He was helplessly lying down getting his face breaking up into pieces. Seven, eight, nine, ten! I still didn't stop. My knuckles were injured but I didn't stop. I continued smashing his face, again and again. Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Every time I punched him his hard skin was breaking apart. His Trait was losing its control. Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. "Asshole. This is what you called Devon. How dare you, die. Die!" eighteen, nineteen, twenty! The floor cracked. There was blood coming from the backside of his head. His eyes were closed. I, I just. Twenty-one. Couldn't bring me. Twenty-two. To stop punching him. twenty -three, twenty-four, twenty-five! "Oi, oi. We should stop him. He might fucking kill Colm," "Y- you are right," "Ryan! Stop it already! That's enough!" Devon shouted. Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight. "Don't you dare show your face again in front of us," I grunted, I punched him. Twenty-nine, thirty! Thirty-one. Thirty-two. There was more and more blood coming from his head. His face was messed up. The map of his face, the look of his face was changed. His bones changed their positions. They were all dislocated. Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five. The speed of my punches was slowing down. "Okay, I am fucking going now," Naomi got up from her seat. "Devon let's- you." Devon and Gwen left too. Oliver was up too. He gained his consciousness as he walked towards me. The whole cafeteria was in chaos. Everybody was shouting, screaming. Tables were scattered all over the cafeteria. Many were shooting with their mobile cameras. 36 37 38 39 40!! Devon started pulling me, Gwen, Naomi too. They held me by my arms pulled me away while everyone was screaming shouting. "You motherfucker! You don't fucking mess with the Bloodsuckers!" I shouted at unconscious Colm while I was getting pulled away. I kicked his body while they pulled me. Oliver pulled Colm's body away from me. In the end. We won this team battle.. We the Bloodsuckers.
