[Shit!]
Boom!
The floor was struck, the impact it received so powerful people would think It was a bomb.
However nothing happened to the wooden floor, It was clean. not a single speck of dust seeped into the wood.
[Fuck!]
Crash!
Desks were flung over, crashing into the walls with great force.
[Ha Ha Ha]
A being resembling Living armor stood in the middle of the carnage that it itself had caused.
[Damn it...]
'I was completely reckless'
[I can't believe I fell to the oldest trick in the book]
It covered one of its empty eye sockets, a sound akin to metal grinding came from where a human mouth would originally be.
'That bastard completely and utterly beat me'
It won its battle but in the end it had lost to someone else on the battlefield.
[Whatever, I can just kill that bastard whenever I want to]
No matter how long it took, Gravel swore he'd kill that bastard who set him up.
[I didn't know he was a sensory type though....No wonder he was confident in facing me] This was not true...
Cale did not plan for anything because he overestimated himself, he thought that If he just did it his future self would find a way to survive.
Cale brought that pain onto himself, he thought that even if it seemed impossible at first he would be able to handle it.
And his future self did handle it, barely.
"..Ha...Hegh!"
Cale's body was convulsing, spasms occurred in every muscle.
He was having a nightmare.
When he found himself In detention. At first, he was fine, nothing was wrong with him.
His mind was eerily tranquil, but that didn't last long, because the moment he tried to sleep.
"W-Wait..pleas-"
He was in a never ending loop of nightmares, a nightmare that wouldn't end.
Each time he'd beg for his life, he'd give every shred of his dignity but.
Crush!
His body was crushed.
It was mangled and turned Into a grotesque form.
The creature in front of him cared for him, It loved him, to the point of being a fan.
"AHHH!"
It kept asking Cale for an encore, an encore of his beautiful song filled with screams so soothing It involuntarily fell in love with the singer.
However Cale needed a stimulating experience to let out a blood curling scream from the bottom of his heart In order to perform.
So It gave Cale that stimuli.
Crack!
It crushed his body, bones and tortured Cale, as much as it pained him to hurt the most pure and innocent singer this lowly being came to know.
Cale felt it, every bone being crushed to powder, every limb of his bending in unnatural ways. He felt it all, tears mixed with blood kept flowing from his eyes, even though he didn't want them to flow out of his eyes.
He felt utterly pathetic the more tears flowed from his body.
"Huuu...."
Cale woke up, unable to sleep for even a second.
His eyes were bloodshot, they stung with the amount of tears that flowed.
"What...what the hell is wrong with me?"
His voice cracked, he couldn't understand the nightmare he experienced just now.
Cale has had nightmares, but by far this was the worst one he has ever had.
This has been happening for two days already.
He couldn't stay awake for that long, he was exhausted, tired and completely drained.
Not only that, his voice had completely disappeared, only weak squeals could audibly be heard.
However he couldn't sleep, no matter how much he tried to sleep, he would always face the same disturbing nightmare.
As if it was insulting his Incompetence.
"Ha Ha Ha"
Ba-Thump!
Ba-Thump!
Ba-Thump!
His heart was beating loudly, his chest felt heavy with every ragged breath he took.
He turned to his side, grasping his trembling arms tightly together, his legs drew and tucked closer to his chest.
The cold wind bit into his skin, making him shiver as he forced himself to sleep In a curled up position.
***
"..."
A pale face, dark circles so deep one might have thought they were a ghost, the messy hair seemed the most normal thing on the individual whose eyes were devoid of any life.
This was Cale's current state.
5 days had already passed, nothing but his appearance changed.
He hadn't been able to sleep for even 10 minutes without having dreadful nightmares plague him.
Cale was tired and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't ever fall asleep with sweet dreams comforting him.
It was painful, every time he'd try to move, a wave of nausea would hit him or he would fall down completely to the floor out of pure exhaustion.
He couldn't even think straight anymore.
His vision was filled with hallucinations, he would see bright stars along with bright intricate geometry shapes all with different colors.
He closed his bloodshot eyes begging for sleep, but just like every other time, he was met with nightmares.
Thud
Thud
Thud
Loud bangs were heard, It forced Cale to wake up from his nightmare.
It came from the wall.
Cale tried to move towards the wall but he just couldn't muster any strength to do something as simple as that.
[You're there aren't you! I know you can hear me you bastard!]
He heard a voice coming from the wall, It reminded him of the voice he would hear from the living armor in his nightmares.
His body trembled, It convulsed at the familiar voice.
It was fear, Cale's body feared the living armor, but his mind?
I'll kill him
It was resolved to kill him, Cale didn't care, he would use any underhanded trick to kill him.
He despised it, he despised his current situation, but he also hated himself for taking such actions.
If he had simply stayed at the school building he would have been safe.
But if he hadn't done that, he knew he would've died.
The school building didn't have any weapon store or infirmary, but then how could Fiend acquire Dwon? a medicine meant to heal someone's once lost voice?
It was obvious, there was a store that sold items that could aid Cale and possibly make up for his weakness, of course the store could be hidden in the school building but Cale hadn't been able to find anything like that during his exploration.
Cale rummaged through his pockets with his tired hands expecting to find something.
"..."
But nothing, the medicine that was always in his pocket was gone the moment he entered detention.
In fact he tried to use Dwon the day he was sent to detention and realized his voice was gone, but the medicine wasn't anywhere to be found, which made Cale even more stressed, so stressed that he pulled his own messy hair out of frustration.
[I'm going to fucking kill you!!! Do you hear me?! I will take my revenge!"
The living armor said, conveniently saying something only a third rate villain would say.
Cale was brimming with a sense of vengeance. Of course however, he didn't care if he never could get his revenge, after all survival was his top priority at the end of the day.
If he simply survived then he wouldn't have to see those monsters again.
Cough!
Cale violently coughed, he was even more nauseous than before.
"Ha....Ha"
Every breath that Cale drew in made him feel more and more sick than before
Never In his life did Cale think breathing could become so difficult.
'I-I need to sleep'
He could barely wring those thoughts together.
If he couldn't get even an hour of sleep in, he knew he might genuinely die.
Sleep is important to every living creature, so Important that they would die If they don't sleep for days. but what happens when you get inflicted with a vivid and painful nightmare trying to sleep?
You would at first try to avoid sleeping, but then you quickly realize you cannot live without sleeping, so you sleep regardless of the terrible nightmares you might have.
But Cale couldn't, even though he wanted to sleep, he would always be forced wide awake by the horrific nightmares he has.
"..."
He had an Idea, chances were it wouldn't work which Is why he didn't do it before.
But he was out of options, this was the only Idea he hadn't tried out yet.
"Hmp!"
He raised his exhausted body, however he didn't have the strength to raise it anymore.
So he tried to raise it again, he failed this time as well, so he tried again.
He tried and tried no matter how much time passed until he could raise his body.
"..."
And he did it, he had raised his body and was on his feet again, they wobbled but he didn't pay it any more attention than that, He felt nauseous but he still moved towards the only light source in the room.
The window.
After carefully making his way towards the window, he grasped the frame tightly, he gripped it with all of his strength he had left and-
Crash!
He smashed his head into the window.
[Wh-What are you]
The living armor's voice cracked, confused of what he had just heard.
Drip
Blood flowed from his head, however the window
"..."
remained intact, but a bright red paint stained and dyed it beautifully.
The light passing through the blood stained glass took on a red hue.
Crash!
Cale crashed his head into the window again, the glass becoming even more blood stained
Crash!
He did it again.
Crash!
Again
Crash!
And again.
Thud
Until he fell limply onto the ground.
His once pale face was drenched in blood.
The pure clean walls, window and floor were all defiled by one person's blood.
On that person's once clean face married a smirk, one that held desperation and madness.