It was early in the afternoon that day and I felt like going back to my room. The heat outside was unbearable and I could feel my skin burn under the sun. I was quite surprised to see the room empty when I went there. Rob is always in the room. He has hogged most of the room ever since he came here, but somehow I didn’t want to resort to the childishness of drawing a line across the room and marking my territory. I went ahead to open the window as high as I could. It was fourth floor so I expected some wind to be flowing. This room needed some ventilation. Just then I heard the door creak open. I turned around.
“Caden?” I asked in surprise, “Where the hell have you-” Just then I realized my mistake of leaving the door unlocked. He took out a rusty metal rod and swung at me. I dodged quickly, “What the fuck!?” He kept swinging at me; I kept dodging, each time he almost made it to my head. I was confused and scared. Who is he? Knowing that it was too late to ask, I quickly grabbed the lamp from the nightstand and swung at him. He dodged, but I kept swinging at him. Obviously the lamp would cause little damage compared to what might happen if he managed to hit me with the rod. However I finally managed to smash it on the side of his head. It disoriented him for a while and I used my chance to yank the metal rod out of his hand. Wrong choice; he managed to hold on. I resorted to kicking. He groaned as he stumbled backwards, a narrow streak of blood oozing out of the side of his head. I’ve never been in a hand to hand combat like this before. I finally got the rod out of his hand. What a poor weapon choice. Had he had a gun I would’ve been dead a long time ago.
He finally let go of the weapon and it fell onto the floor instead. I realized it would take too long to pick it up so I kept fighting with my bare fist. Damn, we both were terrible at it. Moments later we were wrestling each other on the floor. He was incredibly fast. He began punching my jaw numb at the first opportunity he got.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I yelled.
“You really wanna know, you dumb fuck?” he replied as I struggled back, “You know too much.” That hit me hard. He was behind all these the entire time. He knew what was going on. And he knew me and Steve were going after them. He was just another rat.
I hit him hard with my head as soon as he said that. I got myself dizzy from it but I was too furious to give up. I was lucky we were fighting near the bed. I pulled my pocket knife out from the bottom and slashed him across the face before he had a chance to grab my arms. He screamed in pain as he fell next to me. I was seething in rage as I felt every bit of empathy leave my body.
“Where’s Steve!?” I yelled. He didn’t reply. I knocked him down with my foot as he tried to get up. “WHERE IS HE??!!” I shrieked.
He groaned but then I realized he began to laugh.
“You little shit…” I grumbled, finding no other words to describe my undying anger and hatred for him. I grabbed him by his collars and held him out of the window. I only realized I slashed across his eye and his face was smeared in blood. And he was smiling on top of that, as if all that wasn’t nasty enough.
“You gonna kill me, fuckboy?” he managed to sneer at me.
I slid him out of the window and held him by his legs. He felt weightless to me, “Where. Is. Steve?”
“What’s the point if you’re gonna kill me anyways?”
“I might consider keeping you alive if you tell me.”
He barely whispered, “Fuck you.” I tightened my grip around his ankle as he said that. Then I shoved him out of the window. I heard a thud and the screams of horror from the ground level. I realized that I have just started a school-wide chaos.
Time to make my escape. Feels nice to know I just committed murder in the first fight I've ever had.