Gods Game chapter 1. (REWORK)

Why was I doing this, what was so fun about this? The sun's heat was excruciating. At a top of 36C, anyone else would be resting in the cool comfort of an air conditioner. Yet here I stood, behind an old construction site that was abandoned over a year ago. Sweat poured down my forehead, not just because of the blasting heat, but also because of my weekly routine which I had been doing for a little five months. There he laid, groaning with tears falling down from his eyes, dirt covering his school uniform, bruises all across his body, a swollen eye, and a face painted with blood. Here I stand, towering over him like a giant, exhausted from my weekly routine with a fist stained in blood and a smile worn across my face. I had enjoyed doing this, beating on the week; it was one of the very few things I could stand in this dull and grey world. At school or in public I acted like a normal person, smiles all round and cheerful but that was all just a persona to hide my true personality which in the eyes of the public would never accept. Until a year ago, I suffered in silence living like a robot leading life like any normal person would, but I believed that I wasn't normal. When I first raised my fists to hurt someone a year ago, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction as the man who attempted to rob me lay on the dark cold ground unconscious and beaten. I wanted to feel that feeling once again, so I began to pick fights with juvenile delinquents. No matter what their numbers, I would always beat them down to a bloody pulp, I was inhuman. Later I discovered that a rumour about me, a monster who went around destroying gangs single handily. I knew from then that if I was found out, it would be all over and my source of entertainment would be replaced with iron bars. I switched my targets, instead of picking on gangsters, I would hunt easy targets, kids who didn't have any friends and were easy to manipulate. I would always beat them in an isolated location and threaten to do even worse things if they were to tell anyone about me. I knew this wouldn't work forever and that one day one of my victims would tell the cops about me. In order to prevent this I continued to live my model type life of good grades and academic ability as to drive all suspicions from me. I also prepared someone else to take the fall if I were to be accused of bullying. His name is Mike, a teenager who had been sent to juvenile prison once for arson and was your typical degenerate who skipped school and dealt drugs. He would confess to bullying a person in my place, for the right price. This deal was a secret only between the two of us and was only available to me due to me saving him from a gang who were in hot pursuit of him and wanted him dead.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" I said in a sincere and kind tone.

"I'm sorry..." the injured boy barely replied and spoke in a wobbly voice.

This week's victim was a kid in my class who hardly had any friends and was considered a loner. I overheard him talking with his scarce friends about how I was a cocky individual who though only of himself. This was true, nonetheless I asked him to follow me after school saying that I wanted to hang out with him which was only a sweet lie to later beat him. I honestly didn't care about what others said about me, all I needed were torture victims.

"Just to make sure you have, I'm gonna continue with my lesson." I smiled; I'm a sadistic person whom anyone would be disgusted with.

"Noo..." the boy groaned.

I once again raised my fists and began firing them one after the other pulverizing my target. I aimed for the body rather than the face, perhaps I was somewhat nice? Suddenly I heard a huge shout from the right side of me,

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

I turned my head to the right and saw a teenager, maybe around the same age as I.

"This doesn't really have anything to do with you, so go fuck off." I attempted to intimidate him.

"How does it feel, to destroy someone, and then break him even more?" He asked.

"It feels... amazing" I answered, honestly.

"You asshole" He screamed.

He charged towards me, eyes dead set on me. I stood still fists up, guarding my face like a boxer would. He was fast, in a mere six seconds he had closed the 50m distance between us. I shot a fast fist straight towards his face, expecting it to hit. Quickly he dodged, ducking down then grabbing me around the stomach pushing me down towards the ground. He sat a top of me and fired two fast punches towards my face, leaving me with a bloody nose. Hastily I used a counter a punch, hitting him square in the face with my left fist. I used my free right arm to grab his shoulder, and with my left hand on his face I shoved him with all my might to the right. As he staggered to the ground, I positioned myself on top of him, clashing my fists with the back of his head. My knuckles began to bleed, sweat poured all across my face but inside of me I felt a sensation. My target quickly turned around hooking his right arm around my neck putting me into a choke hold. Slowly, I felt my conscious begin to fly away, darkness clouding my vision. In desperation I shot my fist into his gut, expecting nothing to change but to my surprise for a brief second his choke hold loosened. Taking advantage of this I escaped the suffocating technique and began raining punches on to his face. Not giving him anytime to take a breath I continued. After a few seconds of doing this, I saw him unmoving and unconscious, finally I stopped. I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath. I felt lightheaded and my body ached all over. Looking down upon my newest victim, a smile slowly crept towards my face. I was happy, I hadn't fought a fight like this in a while, and winning gave me a huge sensation of satisfaction. Not wanting to stay any longer than I had to, I got up and walked towards my school bag laying aside a wall. I glanced at my watch, which told me the time of 4pm. preparing myself to leave I heard a footstep behind me. In panic I turned around only to see a hand right in front of my face. Then I only saw darkness.