WARNING: this chapter will contain violence.
It had finally happened. Kid had started going to school, at the age of eleven, having been homeschooled for the previous nine years of his life.
He'd only spent one week at his new school- just an ordinary place, nothing particularly special about it- and, although he wasn't the best at socialising and hadn't the slightest interest many of the subjects (possibly influenced by the teaching he'd had being mostly about 'reaper things'), he could have been doing worse. Nothing bad had happened, he was managing to do well in most classes, the school hasn't been too disturbingly asymmetrical... Apart from one incident, in which a teacher had missed a spot of pen on the board, and they didn't seem to notice this until Kid politely pointed it out. And the lockers being open, or the chairs not properly tucked in, or that one time when a student hadn't tucked in one half of their shirt and he'd struggled to refrain from mentioning it... Actually, there had been quite a few incidents. No, a few was an understatement- Kid had felt rather horrified with some circumstances he had been in. He wasn't used to not being able to do anything- at home, if something had been off, all he'd have had to do was simply go and correct it, but at school then it wasn't always polite to do so. He hadn't quite adjusted to the school and its rules just yet.
However, it seems that a few people had noticed this odd habit of Kid's, to correct and perfect everything around him- it certainly had made him known in the class, for good or bad Kid didn't know. And this factor, combined with his height, the lines in his hair, and his wealth occasionally caused a few kids to (lightly) tease him. However, Kid wasn't particularly bothered- he chose to do the mature thing and ignore it. But, as time went by, the teasing only became more severe, and eventually it got to the stage of bullying. Kid didn't believe what any of the others said, and he certainly wasn't going to let it get to him; however, with every new note thrown at him in class, every new mean nickname they came up with, it became harder. And one day, after school, it all became too much.
"Look it's that symmetry weirdo!" A tall boy teased, laughing as he knocked Kid on the back of the head. His friends called out various insults, and egged him on, one of them suddenly shouting out, 'mess him up!'
A surge of worry immediately ran through Kid's brain, and he turned his head around in search of a gap between someone, an exit. However, he could hear the boys starting to cruelly chant, 'mess him up!', and so he quickly started to panic.
"Tch... Whatever you say!" He declared looking back to Kid. The cheers were silenced. He rolled his sleeves up as a smirk stretched across his lips, and his eyes seemed to glint a shade of red, his gaze alone frightening enough. Kid desperately tried to escape, swiftly ducking under the circle of boys; although just at that moment, someone stuck their leg out in front of him. He fell to the floor, his bag spinning across the slippery floor of the classroom, and a boot was wedged in between his shoulders before he could even think about getting up.
"I'd appreciate it if you could leave me alone!" He demanded, turning his head to face the boys looming above him. However, they just laughed, and the foot was further pressed into his back.
"I don't think so." The boy snickered, then swiftly digging his foot into Kid's side, hard. His friends cheered him on, and a couple of them laughed.
Kid however hadn't been prepared for this sudden attack, and had only just prevented a scream from escaping his lips. Tears had gathered in the corner of one eye, though he had tried desperately to force them back. And after that, the kicks continued, becoming more painful as time went on. The bullies shouted insults at him, and laughed at his pain, and kept kicking until he wasn't able to get up, blood ruining his clothes. And for the first time, Kid actually started to believe their insults; he wished that he were dead. That's what they all wanted, wasn't it? His father would be too busy to care, his classmates probably wouldn't even notice he was gone... The only people who might be disappointed was the bullies, as they'd have to find a new punchbag. Would anyone really care?
A boy suddenly bent down, and smoothly pulled off the lid of a permanent marker. Kid didn't even notice when he started writing on his face, he was so beaten up, so weak. His eyes were half-open, and his consciousness constantly wavered; but as his vision clouded over he suddenly heard a voice being suffocated. The voice in his head telling him to 'fight back'.