Chapter 3: Unwanted Gains
Knives' POV
St Savarem's Academy was a pretty amusing setting. I've read about places like this in history textbooks. They are suppose to be institutions for learning about the world, covering different specific areas like literature, mathematics, history, etc. School also has other purposes. Ages ago on the dust bowl aka Earth an education was mandatory made by some leader named Franklin D Roosevelt so the adults can get work opportunities. Schools also serve as a social function.
I laughed hard. PEOPLE AR PATHETIC LOSERS! They can't get an education without school. They tend to be unfocused without an incentive. Plants learn as they go along with life, not to mention that if our energy isn't overtaxed, we are immortal. Humans indeed are inferior infestations of this planet.
My mentality has been snuffed out for the most part. I am no longer homicidal(or genocidal) but I do have occasional outbursts and people would think I have a disorder(like that creaky secretary in the precinct) when those hypocrites are the walking disorders of the universe. If you ask me now spider, butterfly or both, I would still answer without another thought butterfly. My method of saving it is breaking the web, not killing the spider so my brother won't have a hissy fit. I thought my opinion was a better, more merciful fate for humanity, but Vash's desires would just carry out mine, but people would suffer.
Everyone thinks I'm a heartless bastard but I'm not. If I persist in being a genocidal superman, then I'm no different than that bigot Steve on the SEEDS ship. Vash had the decency to let me live and put up with me after I vowed to "make Vash suffer eternally". The other reason is that I seriously think Vash would kill me if I didn't change; he killed Legato after all and I'm much more potent than my kiss-ass of a servant.
There is a prick in Plant Engineering. The class is a breeze for me, possibly even a joke. I managed plants when I was one(got beat up for it, but I was very capable all the same ::forehead vein sticks up::). I answered pretty much every question ever asked in the class and as fate would have it, the prick's name is Steve as well. Like the Steve of 140 years ago, he is also a brown haired giant that probably switches between drinking and abusing people, depending on his mood.
"Yo, blondie, why are you so smart?" he asked abruptly after class. I was annoyed that I have to talk to human trash.
"I have been exposed to the material before." I said concisely.
"Listen, hot shot." He spat. "I don't need wise-asses like you. You better back off if you know what is good for you."
"Back off from what?" I asked. "How would you know what is good for me?" It is taking all my energy just to not snap this guy's neck. I feel like my heart is going to burst if I don't kill this s.o.b.
His hand shot out and shoved me. They guy is slower than molasses in my eyes but to any human, its fast. I let him get his move. He grabbed me by the collar and pushed me against the locker. "You and I, after school, by the dumpsters. I'll see you there or I'll make you eat the class textbook, loser."
I chuckled. "Up to you, cave man. But, hey, its cool."
"OH, YOU THINK I'M PLAYING!" he yelled back. "LET'S START THIS SHIT, NOW, BITCH!" A crowd started to form. Murmurs started to circulate. "Holy shit, a fight on Day 1!" "Who started!" "I got money on the big guy!" "I feel sorry for the skinny twig facing him!" "Damn, this ain't a fight, its slaughter!" "I don't care, I get to see something!"
Oh, now someone is going to have his clocks cleaned. There is no way in hell I'm going to let someone like Steve walk all over me. Sorry Vash, trouble seems to have a way of looking for me. Besides, its fun to get violent once in a while.
Steve grinned like a big gorilla being given an apple. "This ain't a fair fight, give me your best shot, pretty boy!" and he motioned with his hand.
"It's your loss." With that, I ran toward him. The world around me is in a different time zone. I saw what he was trying to pull. As I ran toward him, he wanted to ram my genitalia. Not going to happen. I ducked under him and stood up, sending the giant to the floor. As he fell, I readied my elbow and slammed it down on his nose. A dry crack of cartilage cut through the air. The immediate response was a collective "Ooh" by the belligerent audience.
The fight was over before it began. Big Shot Steve was creamed. He was reduced to nothing more than a heap of turd clutching his broken, bleeding nose mixed with tears. It was a pitiful sight. I walked away, letting the loser boil in his vat of humiliation and defeat. The old me would have popped every blood vessel and make him bleed from his pores but like I said, I changed.
The following caught me off guard. The fallen hector yelled like a provoked barbarian and tackled me from behind and before I can get a sturdy grip on the floor, I felt my face slammed against a window, cracking the glass. Pain flared across my entire head. I set my nerves on shock so I can deal with this snake. He slammed me again and again.
When the glass finally shattered after the fourth or fifth time, I grabbed his hands and launched myself out the window. Him, being the oaf that he is, registered a little too late and flew out the window with me. He lost his grip on my head from the surprise and fell from the fourth floor to the front, main steps of St Savarem's Academy. My life was spared as I dangled from the ledge. The pain clinging to my face like napalm was worth it to see that the world is now minus one piece of human trash.
I'm telling you Vash, even if I listen to you, my will be done.
Knives' POV
St Savarem's Academy was a pretty amusing setting. I've read about places like this in history textbooks. They are suppose to be institutions for learning about the world, covering different specific areas like literature, mathematics, history, etc. School also has other purposes. Ages ago on the dust bowl aka Earth an education was mandatory made by some leader named Franklin D Roosevelt so the adults can get work opportunities. Schools also serve as a social function.
I laughed hard. PEOPLE AR PATHETIC LOSERS! They can't get an education without school. They tend to be unfocused without an incentive. Plants learn as they go along with life, not to mention that if our energy isn't overtaxed, we are immortal. Humans indeed are inferior infestations of this planet.
My mentality has been snuffed out for the most part. I am no longer homicidal(or genocidal) but I do have occasional outbursts and people would think I have a disorder(like that creaky secretary in the precinct) when those hypocrites are the walking disorders of the universe. If you ask me now spider, butterfly or both, I would still answer without another thought butterfly. My method of saving it is breaking the web, not killing the spider so my brother won't have a hissy fit. I thought my opinion was a better, more merciful fate for humanity, but Vash's desires would just carry out mine, but people would suffer.
Everyone thinks I'm a heartless bastard but I'm not. If I persist in being a genocidal superman, then I'm no different than that bigot Steve on the SEEDS ship. Vash had the decency to let me live and put up with me after I vowed to "make Vash suffer eternally". The other reason is that I seriously think Vash would kill me if I didn't change; he killed Legato after all and I'm much more potent than my kiss-ass of a servant.
There is a prick in Plant Engineering. The class is a breeze for me, possibly even a joke. I managed plants when I was one(got beat up for it, but I was very capable all the same ::forehead vein sticks up::). I answered pretty much every question ever asked in the class and as fate would have it, the prick's name is Steve as well. Like the Steve of 140 years ago, he is also a brown haired giant that probably switches between drinking and abusing people, depending on his mood.
"Yo, blondie, why are you so smart?" he asked abruptly after class. I was annoyed that I have to talk to human trash.
"I have been exposed to the material before." I said concisely.
"Listen, hot shot." He spat. "I don't need wise-asses like you. You better back off if you know what is good for you."
"Back off from what?" I asked. "How would you know what is good for me?" It is taking all my energy just to not snap this guy's neck. I feel like my heart is going to burst if I don't kill this s.o.b.
His hand shot out and shoved me. They guy is slower than molasses in my eyes but to any human, its fast. I let him get his move. He grabbed me by the collar and pushed me against the locker. "You and I, after school, by the dumpsters. I'll see you there or I'll make you eat the class textbook, loser."
I chuckled. "Up to you, cave man. But, hey, its cool."
"OH, YOU THINK I'M PLAYING!" he yelled back. "LET'S START THIS SHIT, NOW, BITCH!" A crowd started to form. Murmurs started to circulate. "Holy shit, a fight on Day 1!" "Who started!" "I got money on the big guy!" "I feel sorry for the skinny twig facing him!" "Damn, this ain't a fight, its slaughter!" "I don't care, I get to see something!"
Oh, now someone is going to have his clocks cleaned. There is no way in hell I'm going to let someone like Steve walk all over me. Sorry Vash, trouble seems to have a way of looking for me. Besides, its fun to get violent once in a while.
Steve grinned like a big gorilla being given an apple. "This ain't a fair fight, give me your best shot, pretty boy!" and he motioned with his hand.
"It's your loss." With that, I ran toward him. The world around me is in a different time zone. I saw what he was trying to pull. As I ran toward him, he wanted to ram my genitalia. Not going to happen. I ducked under him and stood up, sending the giant to the floor. As he fell, I readied my elbow and slammed it down on his nose. A dry crack of cartilage cut through the air. The immediate response was a collective "Ooh" by the belligerent audience.
The fight was over before it began. Big Shot Steve was creamed. He was reduced to nothing more than a heap of turd clutching his broken, bleeding nose mixed with tears. It was a pitiful sight. I walked away, letting the loser boil in his vat of humiliation and defeat. The old me would have popped every blood vessel and make him bleed from his pores but like I said, I changed.
The following caught me off guard. The fallen hector yelled like a provoked barbarian and tackled me from behind and before I can get a sturdy grip on the floor, I felt my face slammed against a window, cracking the glass. Pain flared across my entire head. I set my nerves on shock so I can deal with this snake. He slammed me again and again.
When the glass finally shattered after the fourth or fifth time, I grabbed his hands and launched myself out the window. Him, being the oaf that he is, registered a little too late and flew out the window with me. He lost his grip on my head from the surprise and fell from the fourth floor to the front, main steps of St Savarem's Academy. My life was spared as I dangled from the ledge. The pain clinging to my face like napalm was worth it to see that the world is now minus one piece of human trash.
I'm telling you Vash, even if I listen to you, my will be done.