Cirque Du Freak- The Zachariah Saga Chapter 1
All I could see was pure white. Water drenched my face and my hair and I thrashed around so I could breathe in pockets of air that I so desperately needed. This wouldn't be a problem but two large and burly calloused hands were shoving my face into the water. I was getting the worst swirrely of my life by the school bully Rick Vansworth.
I could feel myself going in and out of consciousness because of the lack of oxygen I was getting, but before I passed out Rick would lift my head up giving me a few breathes of air, just so he can gloat or say some stupid remark from that big hole he calls a mouth.
"Is the water warm enough for you, Zac," Rick sneered at me. Coughing up some of the toilet water, I soon went unconscious. "Come on don't go out on me Zachariah," the bully cooed.
When my water soaked ears caught the tone of the name that I truly despised, my fists clenched and in that brief second I turned around adrenaline pumping through every fiber of my being as I swung my right fist into the bastards mouth so he can never say that atrocious name ever again. I could feel my knuckles contacting with his jaw, but it was the worst time for me to lose consciousness as I barely hit him only grazing his cheek. I collapsed onto the ground wet and tired. Rick now realizing that he was lucky enough to only be touched by the hit, stood up and started kicking me in the stomach and back asking me how I had the nerve to try and hit him. He soon got bored with hitting an unconscious person, since they don't complain or groan from pain he left me there in the stall wet, tired, and broken.
After I had woken up from my beating I walked home limping from my bruises. I was slightly dripping, but not enough for people to notice me. Walking down the side walk, the sun started setting and I could see the orange copper tint in the sky turn a dull grayish black.
"Great now I'll get in trouble for going after curfew," I groaned and kept limping back home. As I continued my voyage back to the house I walked passed an alley way and I saw a man unconscious. I went down and I nudged the man to see if he was ok and all I heard was a gruff grunt that would've scared a bear away. As I sighed from relief that he wasn't dead I looked at the man and could tell that he was about 6 and a half feet with long and spikey green hair that had dirt and grime all over it and he also smelled like rotting meat. The only clothing that he had was a large brown cloak. As I examined the strange looking and smelly man he spoke which nearly caused me a heart attack.
"You gonna stand there looking like a fool or are you going to give an old man some food," he raised his head to me and I could see his green eyes that looked like a soldiers, but they were friendly at the same time.
Blubbering from shock and awkwardness the only words that I could make up was "What do you want me to buy for you?"
The man grinned "Give me the rarest kind of steak you can find." I could tell not from the way he looks but I knew he wanted the steak uncooked. I went to the nearest convenience store and bought the man some steak -uncooked-.
When I came back from the store I gave him the under cooked steak and he ate it ravenously tearing through the thick flesh with pure ease. Wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand which had long sharp nails on them he belched -which smelled of meat and blood-.
While the green haired man picked his teeth awkwardly I said, "Um...what's your name mister?"
The man snorted and shot out a thick and disgusting loogie out of his mouth and roughly pronounced his name as if it was the greatest name there was, "The name's Vancha Harst!"