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I'd like to avoid the use of swear words with Gakushuu's character and in my story despite me wanting to use them. So they'll be censored out with these '-'
(For example:mother f-).
There will be science in this chapter... Not that I am good at it, I just hope it's right.
'These are thoughts. Gakushuu's thoughts.'
They wanted him alive.
"Dude, you wasn't supposed to f-ing stab him"
"I don't bloody care! So long as we get the money."
'So he was getting kidnapped for a ransom', Gakushuu concluded. Blood slowly seeping through his school uniform, he briefly peered at where the knife wound was. Not life threatening, but the amount of blood pouring out was dangerous. He pressed against the wound and muttered a curse word as pain ejected throughout his body.
'At least they're arguing. But my uniform is ruined… These stain marks will be difficult to get rid of.'
The arguing could've bought the ace time, to get up and knock the knife out of their hands, defeat them and get back with his life (with an injury to care for). But the sniper was still there; laying low was his best option.
Asano glance over at his phone which had been knock out of his hands (positioned behind the thugs) from a precise bullet shot, the collision of both metal objects activated his receptor (skin) which caused a chain reaction(CNS) and sending electrical impulses to the effector (being his muscle), said effector concluded that the best way to respond was letting go of the phone, his only way to communicate.
What happened afterwards was not hard to explain.
In short, the guy in front of Asano yelling with the white mask -now dubbed as-, figured it'd be smart to move in to try and knock the phone out using a knife as well.
The outcome was a stab wound and a headache Asano could barely tolerate.
Slowly from the sting of continuous pain footsteps echoed, a man in a suit walked over, it wasn't the chairman for sure despite the similarities in style of clothing and hair.
A smirk rested on his shaved face, dark olive hair mistakable for black with a demonic height.
"You got him? … Ah, who stabbed him?" Husky voice silenced the surroundings, even the birds seemed to stop chirping.
"The f- twat there!" The teenager pointed towards the culprit.
White Mask kissed his teeth,"I did the bloody job! You said nothin' about harming the captive."
Wrong move.
"Sorry?" Deceptive smile quickly hid the anger that transfigured from the response; all whilst he calmly strolled towards the perpetrator with the fake smile.
All of a sudden, White Mask was bleeding. Knife embedded in the small intestines made him gasp, roll over and shrivel up in agony from the surprise attack.
"I made it clear, didn't I? Any laceration to the body would be undesirable." The man bent down and stroked White Mask's hair.
The smile offered as much comfort as the gesture did.
Blood. Asano's mind dived into flashbacks, the aftermath of his failure during the fight against Class E in the Poll competition swam around him; the feeling was the same.
The urge to run, close his eyes, to do something other than watch the torture that made him cover his mouth with a hand instead.
He saw it.
The monster.
Brushing any dirt gained from bending down the attacker began to approach Asano.
Sweat tried to calm the built tension as the Student President moved away every time a step was made by the madman.
Alas, it was futile as the distance between them closed.
