BXBX NOVEL Chapter 5: Freedom
Chapter 5: Freedom
One morning, I awoke to the delightful sound of birds singing, their melodious tunes announcing the arrival of summer. As I opened the blinds to my window, I found myself gazing out at the world, lost in thought. In that moment—I had decided that day would mark the end of my torment at the hands of my bullies.
Without bothering to put on a shirt, I left my room and headed to the bathroom. There, I stood before the mirror, flexing my well-sculpted muscles. After eight months of rigorous training, my physique had become aesthetically pleasing, combining elements of an intermediate MMA fighter. Furthermore, due to the countless trials of bullying, my emotions had become nearly nonexistent. I had also honed my skills in manipulation, seduction, negotiation, and various other arts that could be employed for my personal gain due to the books i read. However, all these achievements came at a grave cost—I had become an empty vessel, devoid of true humanity.
Leaving the bathroom, my body marked with scars, I slipped on a T-shirt for the first time that school year. In the past, I had always hidden my progress beneath a hoodie, i wanted to hide my progress to everyone.
I walked to school without a care in the world. Entering the classroom, Muhammed wasted no time and threw an insult at me.
"Look, our fucking bitch ca-" His sentence was abruptly cut short as his mouth hung open in disbelief. I took pleasure in witnessing his shocked expression, relishing the moment before calmly settling into my chair.
The silence that followed spoke volumes. No insults, no physical attacks. It was a blunt reminder of the power of one\'s physique. I had gained an instant respect that day, proving that strength commands attention and demands recognition.
I enjoyed the quiet atmosphere until break time. When the break arrived, Muhammed without wasting a second approached me from behind and delivered a slap. Usually, I would hit my head against the desk, but this time, I remained motionless.
"What the heck?" Muhammed exclaimed, clearly taken aback.
I rose slowly from my seat and cast a disrespectful gaze upon him, treating him as an insignificant being.
"Do that again, and I will rip your head off. Do you understand?" I declared without a moment\'s hesitation.
"Ugh," he grunted, taken aback, and quickly left.
However, after a few minutes, he returned with his boys, pushing me around while tauntingly saying, "I thought you said you\'d tear my head off, hmm? Hahaha,"
I maintained a silent gaze, waiting for the chance to strike.
Then Muhammed signaled to stop pushing me around "The fuck you looking at fucker!" he screamed as he threw a jab straight to my face.
Before his jab could land, I swiftly crouched, taking a step forward until we were face-to-face. In one fluid motion, I executed a 360-degree turn, aligning us to face the same direction. With precision, my right hand firmly gripped his arm pit, while my left hand secured his forearm. Applying upward pressure on his upper arm and simultaneous downward pressure on his forearm, I stepped forward, driving my hip into his lower body. Then, with an explosive pivot on my front foot, I rotated my body fluidly, harnessing the strength of my core to lift his arms and propel them forward. In an instant, his body went soaring through the air, crashing into the table with a resounding thud that echoed throughout the room.
His boys took a step back while Muhammed was on the table trying to catch his breath, sensing an opportunity, i brought my arms together, intertwining them, and swiftly pulling them upwards, coiling the strength within me. Then, with an explosive release, I struck him with unrelenting force, directly targeting his stomach. The impact rung with such intensity that it echoed like a bullet, shattering the table into two pieces.
The entire classroom stood frozen in sheer disbelief, witnessing the supposedly weakest among them not only engage in combat with the strongest, but emerging victorious. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of shock, awe, and admiration.
while i was staring at Muhammed laying in the ground unconscious, I suddenly sensed his boys closing in from behind. However, I was ready for their advance. Reacting quickly, I effortlessly lifted my right leg, executing a seamless rotation, and unleashed a forceful kick directly to the stomach of one of the boys, causing him to travel through the air and collide with the wall.
The two remaining men took an instinctive step back, hurling insults at me while eagerly anticipating my next move. Seizing the moment, I rapidly charged towards one of the remaining men, delivering a powerful right hook that connected with his jaw. The impact was significant, causing his leg to give out but mid-way falling I followed up with a forceful uppercut, shattering his nose and causing his head to recoil instantly.
Three down one to go, i turn my head back and saw that the last bully was running away.
before he could leave the classroom I propelled myself forward, leaping through the air. In a daring maneuver, I landed on his back, causing both of us to crash forcefully onto the ground. In the heat of the moment i grabbed his hair and started smashing his head on the ground until blood spattered, his once defiant face gradually transformed into a flattened, battered mess.
While crushing his head against the ground, an unexpected force gripped my waist and pushed me, causing me to topple down. Now lying on my back, I sensed the weight of a person on my stomach. Suddenly, a rapid succession of punches rained down upon my face, reminiscent of a relentless Kalashnikov barrage. Amidst this onslaught, I managed to pry my eyes open, only to discover Muhammad positioned atop me, delivering those relentless blows.
It appeared that Muhammad had regained consciousness after the previous attack I had inflicted on him earlier.
gritting my teeth, I arched my hips upward, using the sudden burst of power to propel Muhammed off me. In a split second, he was sent airborne, hurtling through the air. However, I wasn\'t finished yet. I launched a powerful double-footed kick directly into his chest, ensuring that the force of impact would be enough to make him unable to continue.
Rising to my feet, I wiped the blood from my nose and advanced slowly and menacingly, towards Muhammad. He sat on the ground, positioned against the lockers where books were stored. As I reached him, I stood over him, casting a demonic shadow.
"P-p-please, s-s-stop this madness!" he pleaded desperately, his voice trembling. "I-I\'m sorry, I\'m s-so sorry."
"Madness? Hahahaha!" I laughed mockingly at his feeble attempt. For over two years, he had relentlessly bullied me, and now he expected me to show mercy? Fuck no.
In an instant, I unleashed a lightning-fast kick towards his head, breaking his jaw and producing a bomb-like impact. The sheer force of the strike caused the lockers to burst open with a deafening crash.
when I delivered the kick to Muhammed\'s head, he lost consciousness and that concluded the fight. Before the teacher could arrive in the classroom, I slapped Muhammed to wake him up, commanding him to go to the bathroom immediately. He complied, and his friends followed suit, groggily making their way to the restroom. I shadowed them closely. Once inside, I made it clear that if they\'re going to tell the teachers about the beating it would result in death. Fearing for their safety, they decided to leave school early that day, and I never laid eyes on them again. It appeared they had transferred to another city.
Now begins the true story of Dionis Asani, where he embarks on a path yet unknown to him. This path holds the potential to either lead him towards his downfall or propel him towards extraordinary achievements that no other has achieved.