They soon arrived at his school.
"We are here, young master." Vuitton said.
It was a huge school with guards on the gates.
It looked to be a very expensive school by the looks of it.
Bradley looked through the mirror—watching the many students walking inside the school premises.
Some getting dropped by fancy cars while others just walked to school.
Just the thought of him going out of the car and seeing all those people mingling around like cockroaches pissed him off.
"I'll see you later Vuitton." Bradley said.
"Have a good day at school young master."
It's been years since I've ever had a good day. He chuckled inwardly.
He got out of the limousine and walked towards the gates, some students at seeing him started to whisper between themselves but Bradley didn't care—he was used to it.
The guards at the gate searched every student in order to prevent any accidents since some kids nowadays liked to carry guns, drugs or knives.
I mean we are not in the US where there's always school shooting and kids walking around with guns so I think the search is useless because this is a private school but I mean, I'm in europe—England to be exact. You'll get stabbed if you don't know where you're going mate. He thought.
I still wonder how the hell, can someone carry a huge knife that looks like a zanpakuto inside their pants...roadman activities I guess.
After finishing getting searched, he walked inside the premises through the cobblestone path along the other students.
The school was vast with gardens on both sides that were now covered with snow.
The football field was now filled with snow as well.
He put his gloved hands inside his jacket's pocket and entered the school building.
He walked through the noisy school corridors filled with students.
Tsk, I hate this.
[You hate everything.] The other him answered.
Shut up.
I always, some students murmured when seeing him.
"Murderer." Someone whispered faintly but he caught that.
He ignored it and didn't even look at their faces, he just kept walking.
He turned left and saw a plaque on a door saying 'class-1A'.
That was his class.
But before he could even reach his class—two boys blocked his path
Bradley who never looked at anyone's faces, this time, he looked up to see who dared to block his path.
One of them was tall with black hair and blue eyes while the other was the same height as Bradley but had blond hair and gray eyes.
"If it isn't, Mr bully himself—the one who bullied someone untill they almost tried to kill themselves." The black haired said.
Calling me a bully when you're out here bullying other people is crazy. He thought.
[Well, I guess is just retribution for what you did in the past .] The other him said chuckling.
"What do you want?" Bradley asked irritated.
"How rude, is that how you talk to your seniors? I guess the beating we gave you last week wasn't enough to teach you a lesson." The blonde haired boy said with an annoyed face.
They were the bullies from the 3rd year who bullied him and one of the reasons why he has bruises all over his body.
"Fuck, I don't really want to deal with this." He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Let's do it another time, I'll be late to class." Bradley tried to moved past them but the black haired boy grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. "You're not going anywhere."
Bradley frowned in annoyance and then sighed.
He smacked the hand away from his shoulders and tried to leave again but the blonde haired boy kicked him on the chest.
He barely blocked in time, he crossed both of his arms over his chest and blocked the kick sending him back against the wall.
He groaned in pain.
Fuck.
"Let's fuck him up." They said.
"Sorry but I'm not gay mate." Bradley said with a disgusted expression.
"W-what, we didn't mean it that way you bastard!" The blonde haired boy snapped.
"Sure thing buddy, whatever makes you sleep at night."
Both boys dashed angrily towards him.
Bradley just sighed. "Can't I just die already? Dealing with these monkeys is so draining... remember—you guys asked for it."
The black haired lunged first. Throwing a punch to Bradley's face.
Bradley Dodged by stepping to the right.
The boy was a bit surprised but regained his composure and attacked again.
Bradley Dodged the left hook. "You're full of openings." He punched the boy on the chest sending him back a couple of steps. "Argh!"
"Fuck, my wrist hurts." Bradley shook his sore wrist.
The blonde haired jump kicked him.
He ducked the kick and punched his jaw with an uppercut while he was mid air.
"Ugh!" The blonde haired boy hit the ground hard and grabbed his sore chin.
"I warned you—" Bradley couldn't finish the sentence before getting kicked square in the chest.
He was sent flying and hit the door of amother classroom which burst open by the impact.
"Fuck , fuck, fuck! My back and chest hurts so bad!." Bradley winced in pain.
"Did you think just because you got a few punches, you could've breached the gap in strength? You're just a worm." The black haired cracked his knuckles.
"We were planning to go easy on you today but since you decided to fight back, you are dead."
The blonde haired entered the empty classroom as well and closed the door, locking it.
Lock.
"There's nowhere to run." The blonde haired boy said. "You'll pay tenfold for that punch."
"Pfft, you actually got punched in the chin Adrian?" The black haired address the blonde boy.
"It was just a lucky punch, that's all and plus you also got punched as well Dickson." Adrian replied to Dickson.
Before Dickson could retort back, a laugh interrupted him.
"Pfft—" Bradley, laying on his back on the floor, trembled while trying not to laugh.
"What's funny, you fucker?" Dickson said irritated.
"Ah, I'm sorry guys, you can continue talking." Bradley coughed.
Then he suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahahahaha, how could your parents name you 'Dickson'? I can't take your name seriously, what kind of parents name their child after a dick?"
Bradley laughed and laughed, his laugh echoed in the empty classroom.
"You little fu—"
Bradley interrupted him. "Your parents mustn't have liked you much to name you after a dick. Fucking hell, I'd honestly kill myself if I was named like that, pfft. Nah man, British people and their names."
Bradley got up on his feet.
Dickson became so angry that his pale skin became red.
"Man, you look like a volcano right now." Bradley said with a smirk.
Dickson said in anger. "let's break one of his legs Adrian, to teach him a lesson."
"W-what?! Now way, breaking a leg is too much, if the school finds out—we will be expelled!"
"Don't be a pussy, there are no cameras in this classroom, even if he tells anyone, no one will believe him anyways since he has no proof and because of his bad reputation. Are you in or are you chickening out?" Dickson asked.
Adrian clicked his tongue. "Fine!"
They both moved towards Bradley. "You're so cooked, you motherfucker."
"AHH, I'm so scareeeed." Bradley acted dramatically.
Bradley looked at his right.
His other self was sitting on the desk, watching them with a bored expression.
[Are you going to actually fight back or take a beating as always because you think that's your punishment for the sins that you have committed?
Because if you don't they're actually going to break your leg , look at the spirit beside him. They are already under its influence.] He pointed at a humanoid figure next to Dickson.
It had a human body but a grotesque face, with inverted eyes and a swelled face with spores that kept popping and releasing pus all over its yellow skin from head to toe.
It looked creepy and disgusting.
Bradley could smell its reeking disgusting smell. Fuck, such spirits always smell the worst.
It was whispering things into Dickson's ears. "Break him. Kill him. No one will know."
It was invisible to the other boys but only Bradley could see it.
Ever since he started seeing his other self, he started seeing things like spirits and souls of the dead, he first thought he was going insane but he soon realised that he gained some kind of supernatural power.
How he got it?
He didn't know.
So he sometimes worked with his other self to eliminate threatening spirits and just for fun.
[That's a manipulative anger spirit, it feeds on the anger emotions and manipulates their victims to commit bad deeds and slowly feeds on their souls. It's a lower ranked though.]
Tsk, I always wonder how do you know so much but you don't know a single thing about where you came from. Bradley clicked his tongue.
[Don't blame me, I genuinely do not know if I am a spirit or something. Perhaps a dead soul.]
A dead soul? Nah, no way, I'm still alive. It's probably something else.
[Maybe I'm your future self or something. You maybe died in the future.] His other self smiled.
That would be amazing for real, if that's true, then I know I will eventually die at an early age. Bradley smiled in happiness.
Bradley always took a beating from them because he thought of it as a punishment to what he did in the past when he was much younger, not because he was weak.
He was very strong actually. He was a black belt in both judo and karate. He was a national level champion before but he started losing his skills because he was slacking off.
And since he liked to starve himself, his body could no longer move like it used to. However, that didn't mean he still couldn't deal with some punks.
Fine, let's do it. He said.
[Yessir.] His other self grinned mischievously.
His other self stood up from the desk.
He didn't step on the floor—he floated towards Bradley and entered his body.
Bradley's eyes turned blank.
Adrian and Dickson rushed at him.
But they stopped in their tracks.
"W-what is this feeling?" Adrian asked as he trembled.
A chilling aura was spreading in the room.
It was coming out of Bradley.
Even the anger spirit was trembling. [N-no, it's impossible, why would there be a higher ranked spirit in my hunting grounds?!] He said.
Bradley's large jacket swayed even though there was no wind in the room.
[Come on, kill him! He's dangerous, he'll kill us instead if you don't!] The spirit said to Dickson with worry.
"N-no way, I'm not scared of some brat." Dickson refuted but he couldn't stop trembling.
How couldn't he?
In front of someone who reeked like death, who wouldn't pee themselves in fear?
"Fuck this!" Dickson moved in anger and punched towards towards Bradley's face.
Thwack!
Bradley stopped his fist with his palm effortlessly.
"W-what?" Dickson tried to pull his arm back but his fist was stuck at Bradley's grip.
Whay the hell, why is he so strong all of the sudden?!
Bradley finally looked up at him.
Dickson froze at the look and started trembling at the gaze.
Bradley's eyes were no longer blank or did it turn to its brown original colour—they were pitch black now.
They were spiraling like the void.
Cold. Emotionless.
Dickson felt like those eyes were staring at his very soul—that nothing could hide from them.
Humans when faced with danger that could kill them or something beyond human understanding, they experience one of the two primal instincts:
Fight back or flee for your life.
But Dickson and Adrian felt nothing of those instincts. They felt something they never felt before.
They knew if they fought back, something terrible or even death would happen to them.
They knew as well that they couldn't flee. Turning your back right now was straight death.
Dickson felt something warm running down his leg.
Even Adrian who was far from him peed himself as well.
Bradley took a deep breath, releasing hot steam out of his mouth.
"Pathetic, look at yourselves now, peeing yourselves from fear...where did that confidence from earlier go?"
Bradley's voice didn't sound human—it sounded distorted, raw and evil.
Bradley laughed.
"You said that I couldn't run away? Who decided that?
You said I was locked in here with you? Who decided that?
You said you'd break my leg? Who decided that?"
"You didn't lock me here with you guys, you are the ones locked in here with me instead. Because you're are not the danger—I am the danger."
Dickson's, Adrian's and even the evil spirit's legs trembled and wobbled in fear.
Tears streaked down Dickson's face.
"I-I'm s-sor—" Dickson tried to apologize but Bradley interrupted him.
"Too late for that." Bradley smiled terrifyingly as he clenched his left hand into a fist and then punched the left side of his ribs.
BAM!
SWOOSH!
Dickson was sent flying and crashed against the desks and chairs.
"Oops, I think I punched too hard—not that I cared though."
Bradley looked behind Adrian and pointed at the evil spirit trying to sneak out in secret.
"You there, wait patiently before I get to you."
The evil spirit stopped in his tracks. [Y-you can see me?] He asked with his voice trembling.
"Of course dumbass, so wait there."
Is he nuts from the beating or what? Adrian thought in disbelief as he heard Bradley talking to himself.
Bradley shifted his attention now to Adrian.
He took slow steps towards him.
Adrian felt fear for each step he took.
So with a battle cry , he launched at Bradley and jump kicked.
"Hoh? You had the courage to attack me despite seeing your friend being sent flying? that's impressive but your kicks were really annoying earlier, how about I give you a taste of mine?"
Bradley Dodged his kick and stepped to the side.
He spun on his feet and then lifted his leg in 180 degrees, kicking Adrien straight under his chin while still mid air.
Thwack!
The impact of the kick sent Adrian flying towards the ceiling.
Adrian's head broke through the ceiling and got stuck up there. His body hanged up there for a couple of seconds before falling down.
Thud.
Adrian's face was all bloodied.
"That's what you get."
Bradley finally shifted his attention to the evil spirit who was kowtowing on the floor.
[I'm really sorry! I didn't know there was a high ranked spirit in this school, please forgive me and please spare me.]
"Hmm..." Bradley silently scanned.
The evil spirit trembled under his dark gaze.
Fuck, I can't believe I have to beg for my life to this bastard, just give me a chance and will kill him for this humiliation. The evil spirit thought.
Bradley thought for a while and then nodded.
"Okay fine, since you're very respectful, I will let it slide this one time but there won't be next time."
[T-thank you for your mercy sir!] The evil spirit bowed.
"Yeah yeah, now shoo, I don't want to see your ugly face anymore." Vladislav waved his hand in dismissal.
Vladislav turned around to look at the bodies of his seniors.
This is my chance!
The spirit jumped at his back, trying to pierce his back with his large sharp nails.[hahah, you fucker, haven't they told you to never turn your back on your enemies?]
Before the nails pierced his back, Bradley dodged with inhuman speed.
"Haven't they told you to never announce your surprise attacks when fighting your enemy? This is not an anime."
[H-How—]
Splurt!
Green blood splattered on the ground.
Bradley's arm pierced the evil spirit's chest and came out of his back holding a pumping green heart.
The evil spirit coughed green blood.
[Y-you are a monster...]
"Yeah, I know."
Bradley crushed the heart in his hand into a pulp.
The spirit fel limp and turned into smoke.
"Tsk, disgusting shit." He cursed as he looked at the green blood who started to disappear as a smoke.
He looked at the unconscious seniors of his.
"Now what should I do with them?"