After our first two periods, we have a break for lunch.
I sit in between two friend groups. Roulette is sitting with two friends she made. Guess being my seat buddy is enough for her.
I also notice the rainbow-haired girl from earlier barely talking with that pale-looking fellow who... kidnapped someone earlier... I think he said his name was Melo.
It's fine; I'm used to talking to myself... wait, that sounds depressing. Thinking to myself is a better way to say it. I'm not sure if I'm just coping with it or if I really do enjoy it, but it gives me time to think to myself, so I can't complai-
Roulette turns to me as I think this. "Soooo... Saint! Earlier, you never said your favorite food, c'mon you got to have something!" She looks depressingly down at my plate of cooked bird and plain white rice. "...Then again... based on your lunch, you really aren't picky. You do realize the school gave us 100 gold to start?"
"I thought it would be best not to waste money."
"I get that, but ... you could at least spice your chicken. And since you asked, my favorite food is-"
I begin to steal the fries from her plate.
"Hey! It's not like I'm made of money either!" She whines
Offering up my plate. "You can have some of mine."
She gives a disgusted face. "Ehh... I'll have to pass." Turning back around to her other friends as if I were a toy that she got bored of playing with.
Suddenly there's a loud crash, I turn and see that a group of three people had pushed a white and black haired boy. It looked to be a stereotypical group of bullies picking on someone.
The white-haired boy wears baggy black pants with knee pads and various straps serving no purpose except apperance. Wearing a large black trench coat it has a collar that goes well over his head and an unnecessary amount of belts and buckles.
The bullies surround the boy. "What's with that cringey getup, loser."
The boy sits there, his face down, as he clenches his gloved fist, the oversized googles on his head begin to fall down onto his face. "I tried to forgive you... but... the darkness inside me won't allow it."
"Huh? Did the loser just talk back?"
"Ew! How lame, he thinks he's some anime character."
The boy gets up. "Tonight will finally..." He hesitates for a moment, then pulls out a notebook from his pocket. It appears to be a script; he reads the lines as discreetly as one can. "I, Salvo! The descendant of the dark lord will destroy this world! Finally, the moons will be full, and once they are! The shadow lord will finally honor my strength!"
The bullies start to question their actions.
"Bro, I think he's got special needs."
"Dude, you can't beat up special needs kids, that's just lame."
"Wah?! I didn't realize, I just thought-" The bully recoils in social fear.
Salvo begins to laugh hysterically, like an evil villain, before his voice cracks. He seems shocked by this. He clears his throat before attempting to deepen his voice one more, flipping out the cape of his trench coat. "I am not of the special needs decent; I have heard their clan raises powerful warriors. Regardless, now that the full moon-"
"It's one PM... I don't think all of the moons are out yet..." One of them interjects.
Salvo begins to scoff, not at all affected by this fact of reality. "That may be true, but I can still use a third of my full power!"
The guy who pushed the boy leans down. "Listen bud...I...am...sorry... I didnt...mean...to...push...you...I can ...buy you...a new meal."
Salvo raises an eyebrow as he looks up. "Why do you talk so slowly to me? I'm fluent in your language. In fact, I am fluent in over three hundred languages, including bohemian lizard man!"
"Yes, I bet you are."
"Oh! Hahah!... I see now. It seems you finally understand your place!" Salvo puts his hand over his face as if he were some edgy main character. "You speak to me with fear. I commend you for your obedience, peasant!"
"C'mon dude, let's go; the teachers are probably already looking for him."
"Just wait here until the teacher finds you, okay? You did a great job today."
"Haha! Farewell, minion, until next time!"
From the crowd, a boy with a large ranger hat attempts to push his way through. He shuffles over to Salvo. "Boss, don't do stuff like that in public. You'll scare away the ladies."
"Haha! Fear not Ranger. I just recruited a new minion!"
"Right, right."
Salvo flips out his coat, turning toward the general lunchroom. "Until next time, peasants! Your lord will return on the third full moon."
Roulette turns to me. "What are you looking at?"
"I wish I could tell you." Saying this, as I grab more of Roulette's food, she is shocked and annoyed as she tries to pry my hands away from her fries.
As I make my way back to class, walking by the basement where I saw the girl get kidnapped. Standing there, I'm unsure if I hear cries or if it's just the wind. Regardless, my curiosity wins as I walk towards the basement; using a mirror, I peek through the door and see the white-haired boy with the mullet from before, "Melo".
He is standing amongst rows of meat hooks. Numerous students impaled on these barbed meat hooks.
Melo waves a knife around like a music conductor.
He begins to hum as he slashes the students. The students cry out in pain.
Halfway through his frolicking, he stops and turns around. "No, no, that's not right!"
The students begin to beg. "Please, just let me go!"
He unhooks one of the students, and they cry out as he struggles to get them past the barb, but once he does, he switches their locations with a different student. "...and you go over here. Alright from the top!"
The students begin to scream, and one vomits blood. He runs through, slashing their stomach, they are screaming, but he suddenly stops. "Who was it?"
The students are groaning and crying.
"Who... Didn't... Scream!?! I chose you specifically because I liked your charming voices... but you are making me look like an IDIOT!"
Melo walks up to one guy with his head down and glares at him. "Was it you!? It was! You miserable, rotten, shitty excuse of an instrument, sleeping! During our practice!"
Melo starts slashing, and the person gives no reaction. "...Oh... guess we've got a dead note. Hang tight, everyone. I'm going to go get a new B major!"
They all begin crying.
Sensing his impending exit, I sneak out of the basement before he notices me.