Arthur 3

Every psyche, even the most resilient, must yield to painful experiences and long-term trauma. Years of hardship and persecution must eventually take their toll. And what if the victim is a susceptible mind?

That day began like any other. Through a strong, frosty wind, through the autumn gloom, students made their way to school. To a high school where everyone, in good health and mind, would choose to make their future bright. Unfortunately, they overlooked one detail that would have shaped their decision. A detail that might have prevented them from living to see their future. However, no one expected the consequences, especially on that day. A day that began like any other.

"What's the matter, you stupid scumbag!"

"Go away!

An individual... attending the same school as this man is the harshest punishment an average student can face. Yet there was something comforting in all of this. The permanent oppressors did not neglect their duties, faithfully fulfilling their calling.

"Get on your knees, you cunt, and lick that snot off the windowsill."

Adam's satisfaction was paler than the panties he was wearing. Unfortunately, every game comes to an end.

"What's going on here!?"

Adam jumped as the teacher materialized next to him.

"Nothing, nothing... We're just talking."

He smiled at Arthur, and as you might imagine, the smile wasn't reciprocated.

"So I could have peace here!" Having uttered her line, she set off on an unexplored journey through the building's corridors. Adam watched her go when suddenly, so faintly it almost seemed like a thought, he heard:

"You'll die..."

He turned in disbelief, but he had already vanished, caught in the thick wall of people rushing everywhere.

The bell heralded another ceremony of sitting in grace and unpacking school supplies, preparing students technically and mentally to sip the nectar of the lesson. This was accepted and carried out without objection, and in Artur's case, one could say it was carried out with enthusiasm, even intrusion. He sat as usual in the front row, but this time, closely observed by Adam, who was sitting a few seats away. The reason for this behavior was anxiety. Anxiety, suspicion, fear... When he realized this, he laughed hollowly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Man," he thought, "What's wrong with you? It's just Artur. If he dared to threaten you, what could he possibly do to you?"

Yet the anxiety lingered. Trying to ignore this gnawing feeling, he reached into his backpack for his notebook. But suddenly, his hand encountered something strange. It was a shape so intriguing that he almost spontaneously held it out.

And rationality abandoned him as the fact became apparent that his time would be up in the next three seconds. Two seconds before the fact, Arthur turned to face him. Before the last, his lips curled into a devilish smile.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An explosion of euphoria swept over him as what had once been Adam splattered across the classroom. Fragments of brain were visible on his paralyzed neighbor's face, and the remains of a spine protruded from his mangled torso. Arthur fell into ecstasy at the sight of his entrails, artfully displayed on the walls and ceiling of the classroom. Finally, he turned away, satisfied, when the class reacted appropriately to the situation, and began to write.

Enough, joy must be dosed, and there would be many more opportunities for that...

End

of Part Three