129. Blew a Fuse

"Bahbahbahbah!" sweetly smiled Kariel, who is 6 years old. He chews on his toy.

"Toy!" smiled his mother. "To-... To-!"

"Toy..." said the pair, slowly speaking.

"Six years old and still can't speak. How awful," said Miguel, brushing his brother's hair and putting him between his legs.

Kariel sees a Lycan on the television and hugs his brother in fear.

"Careful, Kariel!" smiled Miguel. "The Lycans might get you!"

His mother slaps the back of his head. "Stop scaring your brother!"

Miguel's smile disappears as he whispers, "Sorry..."

"Woof," said Kariel, pointing at the creature. "Bad. Woof bad. Woof... bad..."

Miguel kisses his brother's forehead and cradles him in his arms.

"Sorry..." Miguel whispered.

Miguel and Lord laugh after seeing the baby panda sneeze and scare the mother panda.

Lord seems to be a bit bandaged all over.

"Holy shit!" laughed Miguel.

"Phew!" laughed Lord. "Good one!"

"Where's Jed?"

"He's out with Celine."

"Well... Too bad. He'll miss movie night."

"Hey..." said Lord. "Thanks for helping me out with my step-dad."

Earlier...

"COME ON!!!" his step-father beats him down to the ground as Miguel yelled at the muscular man, but is held down by other stronger men: Western Dragons.

Lord's body has wounds and bruises all over. He has broken and chipped teeth and his body is beaten. Blood bleeds all over the floor.

Now...

"Thanks for telling on him to the authorities," smiled Lord.

"Sorry... Sorry I couldn't use my Stand on them. I could've taken on all of them..." Miguel clenches his fists.

"It's okay. Brothers from another mother forever?" Lord offered a brofist.

"Friends forever. My brother from another mother..." smirked Miguel.

The next day...

Miguel eats into the cafeteria as he stayed at the table alone. He finishes.

"I need to go upstairs. They're eating there," Miguel thought. "Tch-... Probably laughing at Stephen or something. Funny, but Nah."

A normie puts his pubes in Miguel's ear.

"Hey!" yelled Miguel, as the normie widened his eyes in rage. Miguel clenches his fists and sits back down. The normie slaps the back of his head.

"Bitch,"

Miguel sighs in rage.

Miguel sees Jessica pass by.

"Jessica!" smiled Miguel, standing up.

"Bring our bags to the table over there and guard it," she said, as Miguel smiled and nodded.

Miguel's smile disappears as he sees a normie courting Jessica at the corner, then kissing her.

Later...

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BAHA!!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" laughed Jedan and Zed.

"Uh-huh... Just... Just keep laughing," said Miguel.

"SIMP!!!" laughed Jedan.

"SIMP!!! SIMP BOY!!!" laughed Zed.

"You really did that for her?" asked Celine. "Then she kissed some other dude?"

"Yeah..." said Miguel, tapping his folder as he did his assignment for tomorrow.

"Dude..." said Yang. "That's hilarious! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Hey... Guys... Just don't-..." said Ryle.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!" laughed Stephen.

"Shut up, Stephen," said Zed.

"Okay," replied Stephen.

Miguel sighs as his eyes quivered and he stared blankly at the ground.

"Come on guys..." said Lord. "Lay off of him."

"Shut up, Lord," said Zed.

"Yeah. We're only kidding," said Jedan.

"Thanks, brutha!" smiled Miguel.

"Kudos brutha from another mother!" smiled Lord.

"Hey!" yelled Jedan. "Why don't we have that!?"

"Because you make fun of me, idiot," said Miguel, as he walked away.

Later... at Dismissal...

Miguel blankly walked around on the school grounds as he looked around, feeling drained.

"What a weirdo... He's staring at the ground while walking..." whispered a girl.

"Stay away from me!" sobbed Anne, as Tyrone grabs Anne's face and tries to kiss it somewhere in an alley.

"You're mine, Anne Zeppeli!" yelled Tyrone.

Tyrone forces a kiss into her mouth.

"Hello, there," smiled Miguel.

"What the hell do you want, loser!?" asked Tyrone.

Miguel's eyes go black for a split second, and silver for an even shorter moment.

"You were supposed to say, 'General Kenobi,'" said Miguel.

"I'm sorry?" laughed Tyrone, as he grabbed his cloak.

"Could you please fuck off?" said Miguel.

Tyrone dropped Anne and prepared his fists as he prepared to punch Miguel.

He grabs Miguel by the collar as he pummels him to the ground. He beats him into the ground over and over as the normies join in and kick him over and over.

"Star Platinum," said Miguel.

"MIGUEL!!!" yelled Anne. "DON'T-!!!"

He teleports behind Tyrone as Tyrone's legs' bones are completely broken into pieces.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" sobbed Tyrone. "FUCK!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" he sobbed on the ground. "I CAN'T-!!! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!!! OH MY GOD!!! I CAN'T PLAY BASKETBALL ANYMORE!!!" he sobbed, as his fractured bones stick out from his flesh. "I'm supposed to play basketball tomorrow! No!!! Nohohoho!!!"

*CRACK!!!*

Star Platinum continues to snap his legs' bones into pieces as the bones' sharp edges stick out of his skin. He bleeds profoundly.

"I'm done with this..."

The other kids try to escape by running away.

Miguel teleports a foot away from his spot and toward the normies, as they all fall down with their spines snapped in half.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" they all screamed in pain.

They're all sobbing and whimpering, crying out of fear.

"I'm so fucking tired of you animals acting like I'm some sort of punching bag... A joke," said Miguel. "I don't care if I get suspended for this... I don't care if I will get punished and I will be expelled by Zeppeli. Try and attack me again and I'll crush each and every one of your bones. I will bathe in your thick and crimson blood. Every fucking day, I wake up knowing that I have to go to a place where I hate... I abhor. But I still go, gentlemen. I do."

"Miguel, that's enough," said Anne.

"I always have to stay and act like a good little boy. Every fucking day, but I know that I can eviscerate you as easily as breaking a toothpick," said Miguel. "I just snapped your spines in a way that you can never feel your legs ever again. But you, Tyrone. Your legs? I broke them into hundreds of pieces as meticulously as possible for every insult, punch, and kick you gave my body. And guess what? I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every crack. Every sputter. The smell of rust coming from your legs."

Tyrone walks away, sobbing in fear.

"Look at you. Crawling away like a pathetic welp you are," he said. "What? Did your father rape you as a child or some bullshit excuse like that?"

Miguel grabs his leg and twists it as another bone pokes out.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! OH GOD!!! FUCK!!! OH MY GOD!!!"

"Miguel!" yelled Anne. "Stop..." she wept.

"How does it feel to be eviscerated by prey? You act like predators, but you're my prey," said Miguel. "You think you're the king of the world... Popular and hailed as the basketball king of the school. But you're nothing. You take selfies and boom rap music to look cool, but you're a failure in school. You have failing grades. Your penis is small, like mine. You have sex with girls to fill in that empty void in that chest of yours which whores probably constantly lick like pigs. You're nothing, Tyrone. NOTHING!!! I AM A GOD!!!"

Miguel beats Tyrone over and over again with Star Platinum and his own fists. Blood begins to splatter all over the ground. He flips him to face upward. "I AM A GOD!!! WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

"MIGUEL!!!" yelled Anne, grabbing his shoulder. Miguel's eyes quivered as he stopped.

Tyrone transforms into a Ratman, a rat humanoid. Miguel's eyes go black as Tyrone sees his reflection in Miguel's eyes. Tyrone's eyes quiver as he sobbed.

"Grimm," Tyrone whispered in fear.

A terrible chest pain entered him as he grabbed his chest.

"Miguel?" asked Anne, as Miguel backs away, feeling nauseous. Anne realizes what happened.

"Miguel... You're not what they say you are," said Anne. "Miguel... Calm down."

"You heard him," he whispered. "I'm no better than history's greatest murderers who hunt people... Cryptids... for sport! I'm no better than them! I'm no better!"

Miguel sobbed as he grabbed his head, feeling like he's about to vomit.

"Miguel," said Anne.

"I beat a Ratman to near death!" yelled Miguel. "A Grimm! Me! What will my own friends think of me!?"

"Miguel..." said Anne. "You're not a Grimm. That doesn't define you. You're you."

Miguel sobs and runs away. "I'm a monster..." he whispered.

"I'm a monster."