Chapter 1

(Warning: sexual content and rape involved)

"My school," Darius; a 5,4 200lb 11th grader muttered to himself, his voice filled with frustration and pain, as he was forcefully kicked through a door. "Is anything but normal."

Spitting blood, Darius lay on the floor, his body aching from the assault. Jerry Seong, a tall and muscular redhead, approached him, shaking his head in annoyance. "God dammit, Darius," Jerry growled. "Don't you know this school is full of martial artists? Not crazy fat asses who talk to themselves."

Jerry loomed over Darius, his 5'8" frame casting a shadow. He raised his leg, preparing to deliver a devastating axe kick, but his attack was halted by Sarah, a curvy girl with red eyes and a sadistic grin. Sarah used her leg to skillfully intercept Jerry's foot, causing it to freeze in mid-air. She chuckled, her voice laced with amusement. "Unless that fat ass does your homework for you, anything's possible," she taunted, retracting her foot as Jerry did the same.

"Ah, Sarah Kim, Captain of the taekwondo club," Jerry sneered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know Darius had a girlfriend. What, are you his knight in shining armor or something?"

Sarah stood defiantly in front of Darius, her posture radiating confidence. "Why, are you jealous?" she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Not at all," Jerry replied with a serious expression, cracking his neck. "As much as I would love to show why the karate club is the most superior in this school, I have to go help set up the annual meeting for the clubs. Don't tell me you forgot, Sarah," he said, before striding out of the school just seconds before the bell rang.

Darius struggled to his feet, clutching his chest in pain. "Thanks, Sarah," he began, but was abruptly cut off as she kicked him in the stomach. He groaned, doubling over, while Sarah huffed and folded her arms. "I told you to stop getting beat up, or at least stop talking to yourself!" she scolded. "Anyway, how was the psychiatric ward?" she smirked, walking out of the school. Darius followed her, his expression filled with resignation. "It was fine. I'm pretty sure I'll have to go back tonight, but I promise I'm not crazy," he grumbled.

"You told me about a 7'2", 400lb old man who keeps talking about his 'dangler' and refers to himself as the ultimate king. Sure you're not crazy," Sarah teased, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I promise your parents just want you to get back to normal," she added, getting on her bus, which then drove off.

Darius let out a heavy sigh, putting on his headphones and beginning his journey home. As he walked, he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. "Stop asking me about my dangler. I'm going home to get ready for my parents to send me back to my 'purgatory'. NO, YOU CAN'T SEE THEIR DANGLERS! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!?" he yelled, continuing on his way.

Upon reaching his home, Darius entered to find his mom and dad sitting on the couch. His father motioned for him to take a seat. "Son, have a seat," his dad said, scooting over to make room for him. "What's the matter?"

Darius sat down next to his parents, his heart heavy with anticipation. His mom gently rubbed his back as she spoke. "Darius, we're going to need you to stay at the ward for another week. You've been talking to yourself a lot, and we're worried. We just want you to get better," she explained.

A small grin tugged at the corners of Darius' lips, his eyes gleaming with a mix of humor and sadness. "I want to tell you what's wrong, but it'll make me seem even more insane. So for my sake, I'll go," he said, standing up and making his way to his room.

Sobs echoed through the room as Darius sat in his chair by his computer, his head bowed in despair. "Why are you here? Why don't you just leave me alone?" he cried softly, his fist connecting with the desk in frustration. "You want me to type in what?" Raising his head, he turned on his computer and typed in the words "White Tiger Job Centre." Just as he was about to begin scrolling, his mom entered his room.

"Hey, hun, are you ready?" she asked, walking over to his computer. Curiosity marked her expression as she glanced at the screen. "What are you typing up?"

In a moment of hesitation, Darius quickly hit the power button on his computer, standing up with newfound eagerness. "Oh, nothing," he replied, a flicker of a smile on his face. His mom raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. "Well, when you're done doing nothing, your dad's ready to drop you off," she said, walking towards the door. "Hey mom, thanks for trying to help me." He faked smiled and she smiled and left the room.

Darius began putting clothes on and packing. "Nah, my parents are just looking out for me, anyways it's easy, I just gotta sleep there, I come back in the morning every day." He said to himself as he finished up and walk out the house.

**The padded cell of the ward**

"How is this supposed to help me get better? A padded cell just makes people crazier don't you think?" Darius spoke to himself and ate the food given to him. "Old man, get out of my body." He muttered and laid down on the small white bed and eventually he fell asleep.

**The middle of the night**

Darius woke up to his blanket being ripped off of him and many hands holding him down. "What the hell!" He yelled and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw 2 men in janitor uniforms standing over him.

One of the men who held him down licked his lips and grinned sinisterly. "Looks like we've got a feisty one here," he sneered. The other man chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. "Yeah, this one might be fun to play with," he said, tightening his grip on Darius' arm.

Darius struggled against their hold, panic rising within him. "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. The men exchanged a knowing glance before the first man spoke again, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, we just want to have a little fun, that's all. And what better way to have fun than with a crazy kid like you?"

Fear surged through Darius as he realized the true intentions of these men. The men began trying to remove his clothes which was hard because Darius struggled. "We can't do anything with him struggling so much!" The first man said which made the man who held his arms down knock him out with a backhand.

Darius fell unconscious and the first man pulled his pants off. "whoa what the hell! This is definitely not the 'thing' of a kid!" He yelled in a whispery voice. The man who held Darius down then gulped as he felt Darius body. "Hey, wasn't he just a fat ass just now?" He said as he removed Darius shirt to see his new physique which was that of a buff grown man.

"Uhh, I think we should get out of here." The second man said and released his grip from Darius. "What?! Stop being such a bitch and come on!" The first man grumbled but as he did so he was launched into a wall of the padded room.

The second man screamed but soon his face was scratched and he was punched into the floor head first.

Darius stood up, but his physique was different, his stomach had abs, his arms and legs were toned and his 'dangler' was huge. "Wow, it's so good to be back. Now if only I could figure out what happened before I died and who killed me." Darius, or possessed Darius said to himself.

"M-monster! Monster!" The men yelled but it was muffled from the padded walls. "Now I can't let you slide now can I? Touching another boy's dangler isn't good." Possessed Darius said as he picked the men up by their shirts. "Let me see yours!" [GENIUS OF FIGHTING: Tom Lee - Fight Leader in Gapryong Kim's Fist Gang.]