Son of a Snake.

Chapter 1

It was an adjustment.

Ever since Drax met Snek, got to know him and then, finding out he is his father. It was a lot for an eleven year old to absorb. Not to mention the loss of a mother, being put up for adoption, only to be taken the moment he was torn away from his only living parent… who happens to be a half monster. Still, it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. As Amai explained his reasoning for stepping in, if Drax were to have waited for this father to try and gain custody of him, he would have been forced to live in an orphanage or foster care. If someone fought his father on the notion of him claiming his son, it would have taken at least a year or longer to rectify or deny the notion of Snek being able to take back his son. Why risk it? Amai Mask knew everything that could have happened before it happened. For that, Drax has always been grateful to him.

He did find it strange thought that now he technically has two dads!

The school wasn't quite the one he wanted to go too, it was at the base of the mountain, yet Drax found himself going to a prestigious private school for the wealthy and powerful families based on the other side. His first day didn't go off that well to say the least. Drax went over in his mind how he couldn't wait to tell the other kids about his real father, he wouldn't breath a word about the ordeal with Amai Mask, but being the son of Biting Snake Fist Snek, that was something worth sharing. Yet, as he walked the halls, he felt like the odd kid out. The moment he entered, the students there knew he was out of place. Whispers began as Drax walked along. He wasn't prim or proper like the others, he kept to himself rather than strutting like some sort of big shot. That could all change the moment he mentions his father. But, as he strolled the halls, it was all he heard from the other children.

"Well MY father does…."

"Oh yeah. MY father knows…."

"Pathetic, MY father…"

He soon realized, mentioning a single word about his father being an M Class Dragon would cause all sorts of problems. For one, he heard a kid brag about his father knowing S Class hero King, for that, the others clamored over him. He didn't have a good personality, but his main source of attention was his father's connection to the S Class hero.

What if kids only liked him because of who his dad is? He began to reconsider the notion on sharing that information. In fact, he decided to keep quite about it all together.

"You!" he heard.

Drax just found his locker when he turned to see four rather large second years lingering around him. "What?" he asked.

"What do your parents do? Huh? How did you get into a school like this?" asked the largest.

Drax smirked. "I know a family has to have a great deal with wealth and put to get into a school like this. If I am here, you know my family has it. So, what does it matter?"

The four sneered at him. Drax did see them when he walked in, they held their heads the highest, and the other kids appeared to avoid them at all costs. "You don't get to determine that you belong here. We do! Our families are some of the richest in City Z! Not to mention some of the highest donors in the heroes association!"

"My father could make an S Class hero come to my house!" one boy chimed.

"I've met King in person!" said another.

"I've walked by Amai Mask!" said the leader.

Drax could care less. He has met nearly all the S Class heroes and doesn't think of it as a big deal. "Good for you, now, I got to get to home room." He grabbed his books and went on his way. However, these kids were looking for trouble, Drax could already feel it. But unlike the ones he encountered on the streets when he was homeless, they are going to use their family's wealth and power to push him around.

#

The classes were hard at first. Drax contended with the content presented to him. He has been to school before, yet it wasn't easy to remember. He left the education system shortly after his mom married Bob, and then abuse began. He stayed out since he was beaten often and teachers were starting to get suspicious. Bob always threatened him that if he uttered a word to anyone about it, he would make certain his mother gets partial blame as well. Drax would never see her again. He didn't dare take the risk, he stopped going to school to be certain he wouldn't be taken away.

But now, it's all new and foreign to him.

He did well in math, English was a lot harder for him, having to summarize and explain notes and stories with his own words. Social studies was another challenging task, but he would make due.

#

School was a bore to say the least. He adjusted in the weeks that followed, yet the second year students refused to leave him alone. Not many would bother with him, to sit or talk with Drax. There was a small group of kids that sat with him at lunch. They all lost a parent to a monster attack at one point or another. When they heard about his mom, they offered him a place to eat and talk if need be. These kids he would consider friends if anyone asked. Yet, he hasn't really asked for their names let alone their own stories.

When it came to assignments when one has to have a partner, Drax dreaded it. The other kids wouldn't really listen to him what he had to say or explain in his portion of the work. He would pass by the skin of his teeth. Since then, he hates the times where he is forced to partner up.

Rumors also began to spread about him.

No doubt the second years doing, attempting to get him in trouble or cause a scene to say the least. "I heard he is from a gang."

"Rumor has it his father is a mob boss. Class B villain."

"That's how he got in!"

"I don't know, I also heard another rumor that he is living with Bang. Did you notice he goes up those stairs to the dojo?"

"No way… he may be the next Garou! If he goes nuts, we're all dead!"

Those were but a few floating around, not many stuck, but the one about living with Bang did. Especially when he was forced to make a stand for his own protection.

#

The first year… well half year for Drax was coming to an end. It was a month before the summer holidays. He was about to leave the school for the day, when the same four boys lingered outside of his locker. They were waiting for him. "Okay kid, this has gone on far too long… your little popularity trick isn't going to work anymore!"

Drax was confused. "What popularity trick?" he asked. "I haven't said anything!"

"Exactly!" one of the kids protested. "Girls see you as a loner… the lone wolf bit is getting old! Let's see if they think the same way about you if you get your ass handed to you!" Their fists went up and they stood at the ready.

Drax sighed aloud, yet his reaction wasn't what the four were expecting. He took his bag off and placed it to the side. He removed his school jacket and shirt and stood bare chested before them. Then, he took his stance. "Whoa, wait… what the hell are you doing!" the largest asked.

"What do you think? I am not going to stand around and let you wail on me. You want a fight, go ahead and bring it on! I don't want blood on my uniform."

The four were reluctant now. No doubt they haven't faced a kid willing to stand their ground to them before. Let alone one so confident in their abilities to fight! Yet their arms began to tremble. They had no intention of fighting someone who knew how to stand their ground. Drax made one fake lunge at them. They jump. The next one, they pissed their pants. He moved so fast none saw him do the python dash. He slipped between the four, only to appear behind them. "Your move." He said in a cold tone.

The four didn't even bother to turn around, instead, they ran for it. If they couldn't see him coming, they wouldn't see him strike either. With that, Drax sighed aloud, put on his shirt and went to his locker.