AN: The fire alarm in my dorm is going off and the power is also off and its raining cats and dogs so much love to the university for this blessing at 8:00 in the morning coming back from practice. I do have an idea for this fanfic, there is a plot to this wet napkin dream. Anyways, its rainy-day writing, probably the best environment for writing and being productive inside.
"Cool… wait what?"
All of a sudden, the fire alarm in the gym sounded off, scaring the shit out of everyone.
"Sorry, old building." I explained as I turned to Cindy. Its as if she didn't even hear me.
Cindy looked like she had just stumbled upon a murder in progress. Her face was pale, her knees were buckling, she was so wet with sweat that her dark bangs clung to her forehead, and on top of all that, she was shivering, like she had a continuous chill going up and down her spine.
"Henry, how do you know this… girl?" My dad asked, he pronounced girl as if it was a word that should not be uttered. But it was all very hard to hear with the fire alarm screaming, as if the apocalypse was upon us.
"What are you, a sexist all of a sudden?" I clapped back at him.
"No young Henry," Dad hissed as he approached the panel that would turn off the fire alarm. "you have never brought a girl home that's all."
"Well, she followed me home after I beat the shit out of my predatory gym teacher who tried to rape her." I put forth to him.
"And this gym teacher had one eye? Like two eyeholes but one eye?" Big Henry questioned while fiddling with the panel, but I could tell he was getting more and more annoyed with it.
"No, he had one really big eyeball… like in the center of his forehead… I couldn't really tell because I was beating the shit out of him." I explained.
The fire alarm seemed like it was getting louder. Suddenly big Henry smashed the panel THROUGH the wall, and the fire alarm ceased it incessant wailing miraculously. Sunlight filtered through the new hole in the wall, allowing everyone outside to see what was going on inside.
"Dad… THE SECURITY DEPOSIT! You fucking asshole! Who do you think you are, GOD?!" I spouted off angrily, my hands clenched white-knuckle tight.
"Shut up about the security deposit you FUCKING claude! More important shit is happening." My dad hissed at me.
Big Henry stormed off to the stairs that led upwards to where we live, probably to smash more shit. Very rarely does he use the word claude, but it always happens when he gets exceedingly mad. I may not be strong enough to take him on, but I can still try to beat his ass… later.
"H-Henry, I have to tell you something." Said a very nervous and intimidated Cindy, whose pants looked very wet in the crotch area.
"Yeah, hold on." I dismissed her as I saw my father storm back down the stairs towards our direction.
"Here Junior, take your knucks." He said with as much anger as he could, I can tell that he is barely holding it together.
In his outstretched hand was the bronze knuckles that he had been training me with for a year and a half. The metal on the arch of the knucks was engraved, the left one had the word: INTERNAL, and the right had the word: BLEEDING. It was kind of badass not going to lie.
Since the day that he introduced them to me, he required that I read about the great conquerors of time long past. He even required that I write a research paper over Genghis Khan and Napoleon Bonaparte, and how they thought and how I could incorporate that into my mindset.
But Henry being Henry, he told me not to tell anyone about what I was learning from him or he would beat the shit outta me and show everyone my thumb drive with 'sensitive' information on it that would embarrass me greatly and cause me great shame…
"Why?" I questioned with concern.
"Just do it you CLAUDE." He returned with urgency.
Begrudgingly, I took the knucks and slipped them on. Training? Right now? Is he finally going to beat the shit out of me and he wants me to try to defend myself? I know I am a little shit but this is too much.
"Goat!" He dramatically exclaimed with a finger outstretched in the direction of the shivering form that is Cindy. "I suppose you know where to take him?"
"Y-Yes sir!" She shakily exclaimed, her voice cracking many times.
My dad put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye.
"I want you to remember everything I taught you about your 'studies' son." He grunted out followed by a comical wink. But he paused dramatically after the word your and said studies very slowly, following that word up with a wink.
"Dad, what's going on? What are you saying?" I asked him very carefully.
"You're going away for a while son, to a place where honor and dignity are won by hard work and beating the shit out of people that look at you funny." He said to me with a glint in his eye.
"But why?" I asked as my life was changing.
"Because I said so, and because your gym teacher is a monster. He didn't happen to explode into gold dust, did he?" He said like it was no big deal.
He was starting to piss me off even more than usual, I squeezed the knucks hard.
"Fine dad, where am I going?" I asked him carefully.
"Away. To camp." He answered vaguely.
"Uh… Why?" I relented with confusion.
"Because I-"
A huge explosion cut him off before he could finish his half-assed explanation. I whipped my head around to the loud noise to find an even bigger hole in the wall with bricks all over the floor and a tall and buff silhouette. The operative word there was indeed tall, this thing was at least ten feet tall.
"Oh Cindyyyyy!" said the silhouette with a deep voice.
"Oh no, it's Mr. Nostrand…" Cindy whimpered.
I looked back at my dad but he was gone, as if he just teleported out of there. What the hell is going on? Why was he gone, now of all times? My grip tightened and I realized that I was wielding INTERNAL and BLEEDING.
Fine, I'll fucking do it again.
"Tell me, do you prey on young girls because it's the only action that you can get, or because you're so fucking ugly and possess the tiniest penis I have ever seen and teens are easily influenced by people that are older than them?" I shot at him with toxicity in my voice, but It didn't help that my voice cracked many times in the process of the roast.
"My tiny inverted penis is none of your concern mortal, I already get enough shit as it is from my friends. You're a jerk, asshole." Mr. Nostrand returned, distress evident in his response.
Cindy's jaw dropped and an evil grin stretched itself across my face.
I am in his head.
"You sure are insecure for a… what the fuck even are you, and you have friends?" I questioned jokingly.
"A cyclops." Cindy responded.
"No Cindy I was going to make him cry and you kind of hijacked my boat there… wait what's a cyclops?" I asked to the small form of Cindy, who was hiding behind my back.
"We need to get out of here Henry, now!" She said to me with a panic filled tone.
"No way, this is what I've trained for." I rebelled.
"Well, that makes sense at least." She muttered
"What?" I asked.
"I HATE YOU!" Cried Mr. Nostrand as he charged me, his voice laced with hate and misery.
He came at me swinging with his left hand. I dodged his hand by ducking to the right, my hands up by my face ready to counter. I punched him hard in the ribs getting his attention and luring him into my trap. He swung his head down, still screaming what he said as he had charged. I leaned up and threw a very strong hook at his jaw, connecting with great impact. His jaw detached itself from his skull and the skin ripped, the force of the impact causing his jaw to spin around his head and hang off of his face by just the skin.
All of this happened in a matter of milliseconds, if you looked from anyone else's perspective, you could call it a reaction or a reflex. But for me it was muscle memory, I call that move the peek-a-boo.
Gold fluid sprayed across the room and poured out of his hanging jaw. Mr. Nostrand coughed up a huge amount of the yellow blood, he fell on the ground holding his ribs that I had punched a hole into.
I pounced on him and punched him until he eventually did explode like my dad referred to earlier. Speak of the devil, where did he go?
"Come on, we have to get you to camp." Cindy proclaimed.
"Woah woah, not so fast there mama. What the hell is this camp and where is my dad?" I interrogated her as I slipped the knucks into my back pockets, they were still covered in cheesy blood
"It's where he wanted you to go Henry. It's called Camp Half-blood." She sighed in response and walked out of the gigantic hole in the wall.
"Fine then be like that…" I muttered childishly as I followed her out of the hole. She was already in the process of calling a cab to take me to 'Camp Half-Blood' whatever that was.
"Why did my dad call you a goat? You don't look like one." I asked
"Well, technically I am. I am what the Greeks refer to as a satyr, I am half goat." She explained as she pulled off her feet and low and behold there were some hooves there.
"Oh." I responded.
The cab pulled up to the curb and let us in. Cindy pulled out a fat wad of cash and gave the driver an address and we were on our way.
"You're just going to walk around like that?" I questioned her, pointing at her feet.
"Mortals cannot see them because of something called the mist, it hides unnatural things like my legs and makes mortals see a normal pair of human legs." She explained.
"Oh." I returned, not really having anything to say about that.
The drive was mostly silent for thirty minutes until the driver said we were five minutes out.
After he ceased talking a huge axe impaled the drivers head through the driver's side window, carving through the roof because of its sharpness.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed.
The car began to turn right, going off the road and up a slope. We started accelerating more and more until we came to an abrupt jerking stop due to a tree we just slammed into. I flew out of the windshield because I personally don't believe in seatbelts. I slammed into the ground and skidded to a stop on my face, dirt filling my mouth.
"Henry!" I heard Cindy scream.
"Wubaburtuba?" I asked her, likely to have a concussion. I opened my mouth and dirt fell out in clumps, like it was compressed by my jaw.
"ROOOOAAAAR!" exclaimed an unknown foe.
AN: Sweet! Another chapter done and posted; I am excited to see what yall think about it.
Peace out yall.