Ever since he had gotten the system, he had completely forgotten about his deal with Derolo, he had even forgotten the incident which led to him getting the system, but he started getting a bad feeling as soon as he saw the three lovesick muscle brained idiots from his class heading his way.
'Should I turn back? But, if I suddenly turn back, there'll be nowhere to run to, and they'll know I'm running away from them.' He groaned and continued walking.
His head was down as he walked really fast. One would think he was running, but he alone knew why he was doing this.
He saw feet blocking his path, instinct said to look up but doing that would seal his fate so, he moved aside amd attempted to run away but a hand caught him, and he was forced to look up.
'I'm fucked..'
....
"What makes you think I like that witch! I'd sooner poison myself than fall in love with the snake. Honestly, you all are fools for liking her. Dimwitted lovesick fucktards." Alfred muttered loud enough to be heard.
He had sustained a lot of hits so, he was already feeling fearless. The highest they could do was beat him. He would say his mind about that girl.
The leader of the people assaulting him was annoyed by the words Alfred had said and he was determined to knock the lights out of him, even if it was only temporarily. He raised his hands, ready to deliver the finishing blow when he was stopped.
"Now, tell me who the fuck gave you the permission to run away from me."
Alfred's heart skipped a beat hearing that voice.
'I'd completely forgotten about him..'Alfred thought to himself.
"What do you mean by that, Justin?" Alfred muttered, doing his best to act oblivious.
"Don't play dumb with me. Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
'He remembers that night!'
"I shot you and you died, so tell me how the hell you're alive and kicking. And if you were alive, why didn't you tell me anything?"
"Eh?"
A crowd had already gathered, ready to witness the usual beating that occurred whenever Justin spoke to Alfred, but the words Justin said sounded too strange to even make sense, how could you kill someone and ask why they're still alive?
"What the hell is going on here?" A feminine voice asked, cutting through the chaos.
She pushed aside some of the people blocking her way so she could witness what was going on.
"Who are you?" Justin questioned, looking up at the person holding his hands.
A beautiful dark skinned girl with brown eyes stared at him, she was dressed in simple clothes, a brown jorts short with a long chain attached to it and a white oversized shirt, black sneakers with black socks reaching her ankle. A long dangling necklace with a skull pendant and two beaded bracelets on her right hand accessorised her .
She looked disgusted watching him, and Justin became self-conscious.
"Who are you?"
The girl eyed him down before speaking.
"The only sensible person in this place, apparently. What do you guys think you're doing?"
"I don't see how any of it is your business."
The girl chuckled to herself. "It's my business all right. I can't sit back and watch you hurt someone for no reason. Where do you think you are, high school? Bullying is seriously so outdated."
A vein popped, and his eyebrows twitched in frustration.
"Who are you?" Justin asked again.
The girl rolled her eyes and finally answered.
"I'm his older sister, Vexhalia."
"Eh?" Alfred muttered.
"Nice try, girl.." Alfred is an only child with no relatives whatsoever because they all died.
"If I say I'm his sister, then that's the case."
Vexhalia moved towards Alfred and pulled him up. "Don't you feel pathetic, always on the floor like you're a fucking ant. Have you no pride as a man?
She dragged him away from the scene and took him outside. All the while, he was dragged away, Alfred said nothing but just watched the girl drag him off in wonder.
'Why did she call herself my sister? Why did she try to help me? Who is she?' These questions were left unanswered in his head.
Outside, Scarlet was waiting with her hands folded and earphones sitting patiently on her head.
"Girl!" Vexhalia yelled, to which Scarlet immediately turned.
"Oh, you're here!"
Scarlet walked towards the two people with a smile on her face.
"Are you okay?" She turned to Alfred.
"Y..yes, I am. Vexhalia saved my butt." A small smile. "Though I do not know why..." he muttered underneath his breath.
"Hey! So, you're really not going to ask how I'm doing? When I could have been literally beaten to death."
Vexhalia stomped her feet like a child.
"You know that's not possible, and as a matter of fact, I'm more worried for the people in there. Besides, you're the one who told me to wait here."
"Well, that's because you'd definitely bash in some heads if you went in there. You may look like a very calm and reasonable person, but you're a bloody psycho. A maniac, for that matter." Vexhalia quipped, shaking her head slowly.
"What's going on?" Alfred murmured, his voice small in the presence of the two women with fiery personalities."
"Oh, I had totally forgotten about him." Vexhalia confessed loudly.
"I heard you were being bullied in there, which was why I told my girlfriend to come get you. Normally, I would have gone to get you myself, but...." Scarlet paused.
"What're you saying?" Alfred asked when she didn't continue speaking.
"I have a problem. The thing is, no matter how much I try to control it, my dark side manages to win. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to disconnect from my darkside or anything, as a matter of fact, I embrace it but sometimes, I lose control, and frankly, killing some people just because you were hit seems extreme."
"Eh?"
"You remember what I said earlier? My goal is to make a murderer walk out a freeman if I find his reason for murdering sensible enough. What I'm trying to say here is that I don't go against my morals. Killing a lot of people because you fell to the floor doesn't seem enough to be a reason for murder."
"He was hit." Vexhalia suddenly said.
"How bad was it?"
"Bad enough to cause a bruise?" She replied.
Alfred stared at the two women in utter confusion, and after hearing everything they had to say, the only word he could form...
"Eh?"