"Hey Maxx. What you got there?"
"Oh. Nothing. Just a clock."
Maxx was shaking as he stood before Derek. His school bully. Beads of sweat streaming down his face.
"Is that so. Well, I would like to see" Derek said stretching his hand. His eyes; a cruel look.
His lips; a cruel smile.
"Hand it over. "
"No" Max said. The room froze. No one ever told Derek Burnout No!
His smile still twisted. His eyes were evil. He was unnerved by the response. All the while, his possy cowered. They knew something bad was coming.
"Well. Well. I guess to day is the day I finally get rid of your sorry ass."
A swift blow brought max down. His project decimated in seconds.
Derek gleed at this. He approached the down Max. His eyes wide with pleasure. He crouched near max's ears.
He whispered.
"I told you. You should have..". An upper cut to the chin threw Derek offguard. He landed half a metre away. Landing fave flat against the cement floor.
Derek felt a sharp pain on his face. He felt his face. He froze in shock. Streams of blood atreamed down his nose. Not good for his reputation.
However an even worse reality awaited him. As he felt his nose, a brutal reality stared him in the face.
His nose was broken. In half. Shattered pieces of calcium filled his nasal organ. He was shocked. He carried his pocket mirror to take a look.
A scream assailed the school dorms. Derek glared at the hideous deformity. His nose was hideously disfigured.
Derek, was despite his horrible reputation as a bully. One of the most handsome guys on campus. His blue eyes and tall slim body with grey long haired made him a wow - factor for the girls. And a nightmare for the boys.
At least those weak enough to be his prey. His reputation, His glory, His beauty, His social life was now gone.
Flushed down the drain. The image he had crafted and groomed in front of the mirror was all now an illusion gone to die. In the worst possible way imaginable.
He was now a freak. He would now live the rest of his life as an outcast.
All because of a scrawny insignificant 10th grade peasant.
His only other option; to get a plastic surgery to fix a new plastic nose for him. Which would taint his "perfect image".
Max who had just regained his energy stood up. He saw a glare from the bully. His red eyes told him he was dead. He saw his bashed up nose and knew exactly that he was dead meat.
A second later, a knee drop to his belly. Max let out a scream of pain.
"You think it's funny to go about ruining peoples lives. Huh. I promise you, this will be theast mistake you ever make"
A rocket kick to the back of his head sent him face flat into the concrete floor. He cried in pain. He spat blood and some white fragments.
"Wait." he said as he observed closer. The realisation struck him like a brick.
THOSE WERE HIS TEETH.
He fekt his lower jaw. His teeth were in horrible shape. Most were broken and mangled up.
He was now a carnivore. With more canine than any other teeth(His teeth were Broken and jagged at the tips).
Derek smashed his face into the ground. He was furious. He was going to deal with this military style.
NO MERCY!!
Max was burning all over. His veins swollen from the savage attacks. His blood boiling from his assaulants blow.
Derek landed punch after punch on his defenseless body. Max was now incapicitated. Numb to the blows. His eyes swollen from the beatings.
His crew watched in shock. They had never seen Francis be so savage to any one. He was like an executioner, taking his time to torture his prey. Losing them their will to live. Before finally sending them to the guillotine.
With one finalyt acr, Derek raised him and smashed him through the glass window of a classroom. Max screamed in pain. His back caught in the broken glass window.
He was tearing up. His eyes full of tears . His body, a sight not foe sore eyes.
.
Derek finally let up. Dusting his jacjet. His knyckles were fileed with blood.
"That would teach you"
"Next time. I won't be so gentle". He said looking at the battered child.
A sudden wave of gulit hit him. He looked over at Max. His unscious body slumped on the window pane.
Derek approached him.
Luke, one of his crew rushed to deal him a pound. He was restrained by Derek's other possies.
"That's Enough. You sick Beast. Haven't you done enough. You horrible ugly creature."
Derek turned to face Luke. His wyes narrowed down to the lanky senior. He was now ready to kill someone.
Luke disarmed them. He ran through the halls. Derek roared after him. The other cheered as the left the scene. Others rishing to hold down Derek.
All the while, young Maxx laid in a pool of his own blood. He felt his pulse weakening. He was dying.
He touched his side. Blods stained his uniform. He let out one last cry for help.
No one came.
In that moment, he wept. He was always a subject of bullying. As the first son of a poor family, he tried all he could to support and aid his family.
He wanted to finish school and become a scientist. Creatimg solutions to world problems and with his returns. He planned he planned to help his family.
Now here he was. Wounded, neaten like a slave and cast by the side.
With his last energy, he got up. He let out a scream as he unstuck his back. He gathered his school supplies and with a beoken leg and one weak form his beatings. He limped theough the school yard. Weeping and scared.
How was he going to afford to yreay himself? His family was poor and could barely afford food. His studies were paid by his own hard work.
These thoughts played in his mind as he crossed the busy highway. A van came out of nowhere. Its driver, a man in a drunk state sped through the traffic. It was a close second as Max saw the blinding white lights.
The last thing he saw that day.
"Where.. Am.. I?"
Maxx looked to the skies. He was speechless. He was not on his own world.
He got up. To his widest surprise, he was in full shape. His once mangled body was as good as new. Even better.
A trumpet blasted through the skies. As mexx looked on, he saw black skies filled with Ash. He was now on a foreign world with no idea where he was and a low chance at survival.
This should have scared any normal person. But not Max. He was unmoved by it all. He was way too confused to care. It was all too much for him to take in.
He was about to lie down when suddenly. There was movement in the surrounding bushes. He knew he wasn't alone. Some one was watching him.
He felt their aura. A new ability he had awakened. He could sniff out the shape of a being's energy just by observing them.
However, he was too late. Two darts struck his neck. He was down in seconds. Paralysed from the chest downward.
He felt dizzy. His eyes fell into a trance. His vision blurred in the color of rainbows. He fell to the ground.
Helpless and Unarmored. To the mercy of Captives.
"Wait. You sure this is the guy?"
"He seems a bit to young to be the Chosen.."
"I.."
"Look. He has the mark. It has to be him.."