Chapter 005 - Alexa

My name is Alexa. I was born into a mid-high ranking family that specializes in manipulating the human body. I've gone two years in high school, and in that time I've almost never lost a fight, putting low tiers in their place and becoming popular with all the girls who ranked similar to me. I was enjoying my daily walk around the school, when suddenly, a low ranking freshman bitch ran into me. How could someone like myself allow such disrespect? I figured that I'd send her to the nurse's office from injuries and be on my way. Her ability proved difficult. While she couldn't beat me, she could dodge nearly all my attacks. She danced around my hair like the little rat bitch she was, tiring herself out. Finally, I managed to ensnare her. At this point, she had really pissed me off. Instead of putting her in the nurses office, I decided I would leave her unconscious in the bathroom instead. Just then, footsteps behind me, I felt a gust of wind only felt before someone hits you. I tried to redirect my hair, bracing myself, but it was too late. The attacker hit me harder than I had ever been hit, sending me face first into the ground. Before I even touched the floor, I was out.

Snip, snip, snip.

Water splashed on my face, waking me with a start.

Both my hands and my feet were bound by duct tape. In front of me, there stood a muscular and handsome boy with brown hair and eyes. He looked down at me with resentment in his eyes. Was he someone I had attacked in the past? No. I would've remembered his face. Even besides that, he had the same color tie all freshmen wear, red. This was his first day. So then, who was he? Just then, I looked at his hands, noticing his right hand had bright red knuckles.

Oh god.

He was the one who attacked me? A freshman? How dare he. I tried to send a sharp strand of hair at him, but nothing happened. I tried again, nothing.

A wicked grin crossed his face. He looked like a madman.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you attacking?" He laughed, throwing his head back with joy.

He regained his composure, then grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to my feet, facing me to the mirror.

No. My worst nightmare had come true.

I was BALD.

He laughed again, kicking me in the back. Without control of my hands or feet, and no hair to break my fall with, I fell face first onto the bathroom tile. I used my shoulders to inch forward, crawling on the floor like a worm. I had to get away, I had to call for help.

Just as I was about to let out a scream, he stomped onto my back, knocking the air out of my lungs and darkening my vision. He grabbed my ankle, dragging me farther from the door. He crouched, leaning toward my ear to speak.

"You are scum. No one would care if I killed you right here and now. You are worthless."

Kill? Did he mean that? I opened my mouth to speak, but he drove his knee into my face, right on my already broken nose.

This hit though, it wasn't as bad as the others. Had he deactivated his ability so that he could hit me more times before I passed out- or worse, died?

Then came the answer.

He propped me up again. Then he hit me. He punched me in the gut, making me keel over, right before uppercutting me in the chin. He grabbed me by the neck, lifting me and slamming me into a wall. My vision started to darken as I faded out of consciousness

"DON'T PASS OUT ON ME, YOU DIRTY BITCH!" He hit my in the stomach so hard i that I threw up.

He grabbed me by the wrist with one hand and straightened my arm. With the other, he struck me in the elbow, making my arm bend the wrong way. I went to scream in pain, but he covered my mouth. He pressed my face into the floor with his foot, increasing the pressure until I thought my head might pop. My eyes began to blur, and I started to pass out yet again. This time though, he didn't do anything to stop it. He finally released his foot as the world around me began to fade. Just as I lost consciousness, I saw him leaving the room, with my blood covering the floor and walls around me.

Then, it went all went black.