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His legs carried him as fast as he could. He’d made certain not to look back when he saw them, but even he had come to realize it was too late. They spotted him and it meant one thing and one alone. It meant he had to run and give into a chase he hoped to win. His legs moved at a tidy speed for a boy his age, and his shoes made it easy to race across the rough terrain without worrying about falling or tripping.

He could feel his breath heighten and become difficult to come by as the mile extended and his pursuers refused to give up. Their persistence marveled him, but it was no time to ponder after he knows the horrible thing he had done to them or to him in particular. He knew it would have been easier had it been one person he saw, but the four of them at the same time and exactly in the same location meant the afternoon would be nothing but hell for him.

Jack kept his legs swinging and his arms moving in opposite direction at the same time. He wasn’t sure he’d performed as good as he was on the school’s track during sports, but it meant a lot for him not to stop unless he was willing to get what he deserved for his ill actions and usually irritating personality to those around him. In his defense he didn’t care about them or whether they got hurt by his deeds. He just wants to be himself.

There was a saying around school, and it bothered around hisses and sniffs in a derogatory manner when you see Jack coming your way. Jack’s tale as a pain in the ass and the reject of his family for his madness and vile nature was legendary, from ignoring those who try to become close with him to continuous offensive actions on intent. He just didn’t care, and right now he knew he might have to pay for his sins. He was gasping badly though, and his heart was racing as hard as he could.

Something didn’t feel right, and his legs yielded and stopped moving with the required pace to outrun the boys closing in on him fast from behind. Jack halted to catch his breath momentarily, not expecting the heavy knock he would receive to the back of his head from Thomas’s right hand man, Andy. Andy was a large boy for his age, and used it to his advantage when acting as shield for Thomas and his other friends.

Squirting in pain, Jack struggled to his feet as he held the back of his head. The pain was sharp like he had been hit with something, but it was just Andy’s gorilla hands that had done the job. He took one good look at his hand to ascertain he wasn’t bleeding, and rightfully and thankfully, he wasn’t yet at least.

Trying not to turn around and have to look into the face of the brown haired kid Thomas Brown, Jack maintained his gaze towards the road ahead where he hoped to gain an edge possibly with a weapon he can find around once the opportunity presents itself. He could hear his heart continue to thump, and his chest continue to ram hard like the organ underneath it wanted to tear the skin and make a run for itself. Jack had his own evil thoughts going on in his head though. If he had been faced with just one of them, then he would have handled things differently, even if it meant getting into trouble again with the school authorities which was a norm for him.

“You’ll pay for what you did. You cannot continue to run”, Thomas’s distinctive tone of voice echoed as his footsteps neared Jack.

Jack remained still. He ran the vile thoughts of his actions through his mind, and let out an odd, irritating smile across his usually cold and emotionless face.

“I'm talking to you, you little piss of shit!” Thomas perceived Jack’s lack of response as an insult and yanked his shoulder until he turned around to look at him. “Look at me when I'm talking to you”.

Jack did his best to disobey the command being forced upon him. He couldn’t succumb to cowardice in obedience to Thomas and his crew. He definitely had wronged them in a terrible way, but nothing within him felt sorry about his actions. He already feels humiliated having to run the mile from kids his age. He had given all he could. With his head down and his cold eyes fixated on his shoes, he kept mute.

“The boy’s a dummy Tom”, Andy jested nudging Jack forcefully by the shoulder.

Jack staggered backwards involuntarily.

“I believe you owe us an apology”, Thomas demanded. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Jack couldn’t find the words to give as response which wouldn’t make him seem more of an obnoxious person than he already naturally is. He sure as hell wasn’t scared to speak, but mostly felt his pride was being dealt a painful blow by the boys. He thought of causing more ruckus and fighting it out till the end, but kept his cool albeit with great difficulty.

His temper, vileness and inability to act in a courteous manner like other kids is the reason his father disowned him in the first place and kicked him out of the house temporarily before deciding to let him go for a stipend in sale to another family. It was a well-known fact, but he didn’t care. He never cares about anything or what anyone feels.

“Fuck off!” he reacted, shoving Thomas back in the chest.

It was quick and without him seeing it. The other three immediately pinned him down to the ground while Thomas took time to readjust his dented ego. Andy placed his heavy weight on both Jack’s knees, crippling him as he yelled for freedom, while the other two pinned down his hands on either side. They waited for Thomas to make his move. There was an array of punishment they could vent on Jack, and Thomas went for the one by which he would always remember him by.

In the boys’ defenses, it was well warranted after the girth of the crime he had committed. Their rage needed some appealing, and Jack’s inability to grasp empathy or acknowledge when he’s been horrible to people just wasn’t going to be tolerated.

Nearby was a slender rod, rusty to the touch, but sharp at its end. He picked up the metal and pinned it down upon Jack’s face. With the rod nearing his face, and an idea of Thomas’s intent gracing Jack’s mind, he still wouldn’t beg and would rather watch with his deep, cold eyes. His lips remained shut and his gaze fixated on the boys.

“You owe us an apology”, Thomas asked once more but got nothing.

The pain was unbearable, and the blood gushing out the torn flesh on his face didn’t make it better. Thomas dug the metal deeper as he made his caught in an absolutely devilish, sickening and twisted way. Jack filled the air with his screams as the pain shot through his entire body from the loci of contact of the rod. He couldn’t bare it, and all he wanted was to be let free. The other boys joined in on the beating, scratching and peeling away at his face with the pent up anger within them for what he’d done.

“You’re dead...you all are dead...aaaargh”, Jack yelled atop his voice without considering to beg.

He closed his eyes, hoping it would come to an end, with beads of sweat dropping from all over his face. He couldn’t feel his limbs as the pain mulled their existence from his senses. Jack opened his eyes to look into the eyes and face of Thomas and his vengeful friends. Thomas had stopped, but the pain refused to ease off as Jack closed his eyes hoping the day would come to an end already.

He wanted it all to stop...he wanted nothing more of the pain...he wanted calm, but he got nothing but the head seeping pain jetting out from his cheek. With a loud cry, Jack woke up to the sight of a friendlier and equally familiar face of a lady he knew too well. Julia was by his side, staring down on him as the environment he was in slowly dawned on him.

He could feel himself wet all over from the copious amount of sweat he had exuded. He looked around the room to the men donning white lab coats and scrubs. He was in the theatre room where he was to have a face surgery, and Mr. Kent his boss at the Law firm he now works in had sent Julia to check in on him.

Jack as usual with his cold and badly scarred face remained without any words. Julia could sense he just had a bad dream, but he masked his emotions so well it was impossible to tell what the man was feeling or going through. He ran his hand across his face, swallowing the lump of worry as he felt the stinging scars still embedded into his skin in remembrance of what had happened years before.

“It is time Mr. Jack”, the lead surgeon said.

Jack couldn’t wait for it to be over as Julia took her leave.

She had no idea what for, but she shot him a smile as she walked away.


Six Months Later,

Jack ran his finger along his scare-free face, feeling the beautiful jobs done by the surgeons in the process. The day felt as beautiful as his face was, and the wonderful view his office provided him as he sat on the topmost floor and gazed out the window of his glass encased office. It felt good being successful and even better being a handsome man, again, but he wasn’t one to dwell on such emotions and feed off it.

He looked as serious as ever without a smile across his face as Julia sat and watched him from the corner of the room.

He glanced at the expensive diamond crested wristwatch on his left wrist, which he specifically ordered from overseas, noting it was just a few minutes to his meeting with Alex, Robert and Julia about a new client they hoped to win over to their side. He had on his newly tailored suit as was the norm he had created for himself to wear an expensive and new suit every Monday morning.

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