School Days: Anthology

A man sat on a bench in a locked room,

he was not pleased.

Days before, this man was at the top of his world. He made his own personal kingdom to lord over, and he along with some of his friends lived pretty relaxed lives despite the school work they had to do. No one could've end his rule. No one. The French couldn't mess with them, the Ger- the Nazis didn’t dare come into his turf, the Russians pretty much left them alone with their non aggression pact, and the Orientals were smart enough to leave them be after they were thoroughly wrecked once his forces took the majority of their territory.

Any other minor school gang either was absorbed by his, disbanded as they couldn’t hope to match the strength of his personal army, or chose to join rival gangs in hopes to get back at him for taking their turf. He was amused to see the few who stood against him. It brought a smile to his face whenever he see’s their will to resist destroyed.

Not even the Red Tails, that gang made up entirely of only women, the defenders of the weak couldn’t hope to stop their expansion. Chun Li and her followers were strong and skilled, yes they were, but their numbers were small. Skill and strength can only get you so far. Although recently in the past few days a girl from their group came up to them to cease the fighting between the two. Now, he is not an evil person, so, he chose to listen to her. This Ava Crescentia was a confident, determined girl who sought to end the pointless fighting between them. They were making progress, but it seems some of his Lieutenants didn’t get the memo as they attacked some members of the Red Tails. Fighting between the two once again commenced, although it broke his heart to see a girl like Miss Crescentia lose her hope to end the war. He made sure to punish the ones who attacked the Red Tails unprovoked, and without his consent.

The splinter faction from the supposed rulers of the school; the Holy Knights, at the time were practically the only ones that were a real threat to his rule. It was a constant battle everyday with them, with the brawls spiking up during lunch and after school. Although once again their numbers gave them victory almost every time. His followers weren’t exactly the brightest of people, but they excelled at coming together to fight their enemies. As he has previously stated; skill and strength can only get you so far, but these people seem to be far more coordinated than the Red Tails. Sola vi Ryuvia, second in command of the Holy Knights was a strong woman, and he personally wouldn’t want to mess with her. Although her forces lost their morale for a time once her companion; the Impenetrable Shield has left their group. Though he has reports that both he and Sola still train together at the boxing club.

Then there’s the Crusaders, the supposed rulers of the school. At one point in time he admired how they worked together to keep the Institute a safe place for the students, but as time went on he soon resented them. The power they held, the influence they wielded, the people they commanded soon got to their heads, and they became corrupt. A civil war erupted within the Crusaders, well, he couldn’t really call it a war as it lasted only for a day. Nevertheless the battle ended with a new, more power hungry man to take command of the Crusaders. Within months the school became a battleground as various gangs sprouted, and the Crusaders did nothing, but used the smaller gangs as tools to fight for them. Several Crusaders left, and chose to form their own gangs or joined a preexisting one.

With the Crusaders no longer protecting the syudents he chose to form his own gang in an effort to defend his friends. He’s a realist, and knew he couldn’t protect everyone. He’s doesn't see himself as a good person, but he couldn't let his friends get assaulted by others any longer.  His gang was small at first, but as the weeks turned to month, and the months turned to a couple years; his gang had become a major power house. He had real influence, real power, and he loved it. He had everything he could’ve wanted…

That is until someone destroyed his pasta.

He made it his personal mission to seek out the ones who has caused this act of treason.

It hadn’t taken long to find the ones who defiled his pasta, and he reveled in the suffering he caused for the felon. In his indulgence he wasn’t aware that this man, this skilled fighter named Bastion sneak up on them. Thankfully his loyal companion Antonio noticed the would be assassin, and he was quick to alert the group.

He was careless, he thought himself unbeatable with the two giants with him, but the fool ruined everything. Antonio rushed at this Bastion, and was easily taken down and lost the bat to the attacker. Then his other companions were swiftly disposed of by the warrior. and he was too frightened to run. He almost pissed himself as the warrior grabbed a hold of him, and threatened to cripple him for life. But sighed in relief when he chose to spare him as Bastion picked up his fallen comrade, and ran off to who knows where.

He was about to call for reinforcements, but then the armoured, and armed security was quick to arrest him. He was taken to the school’s jail house right behind the Security Centre while his companions were taken to the Infirmary, or so says the Guards. The Guards apparently thought he was the one who brutally beaten his friends. He has been in here for a few days, and by now his personal empire was most likely infighting. They were probably tearing themselves apart for the right to rule his territory. He was angry, very very angry.

Once he was out of here he’ll do whatever he can to gather what men who was still loyal to him, and find the ones who caused the destruction of his kingdom.

“So, how do you know of this warrior named Bastian?” The angry boy in his late teens questioned the other man across from him.

“Pas entièrement. I don’t personally know of him, but I know who you’re talking about.” The other occupant of this cement call replied as he leaned back into a wall he stood next to. The one who asked the question raised an eyebrow at this response before continuing the speak.

“How do you know of him?”

The man’s body stiffened as he clenched his fists in anger, he spoke in a strained voice. “Ces salauds… they infiltrated my turf and completely tore apart my men.“ He then relaxed his body, and the man sitting down swore he could hear the venom coming out of him as he continued. “And when I’m out of here I’m looking for this salaud named Matthew along with sa chienne Katrina, et ruiner.” He knew of this already, cuz he's the one who ordered some of his men to take over the territory before the rival gang regrouped, but that was half a month ago! He knew that the school was fucked, but how could they do this to someone? Did the Security buy off the police or something? He looked over to the pile of papers on the floor at the corner of the cell, and they looked to be school work... so, they're still trying to educate this man. Huh... this doesn't bode well for him too, cuz how long would he expect to stay locked up in here too?

The less angry teen then leaned forward, clasped his hands together, and held them near his chin before speaking. “I have a proposal if you want to hear it.”

“Quoi?”

“How about we form a temporary alliance, and work together to bring these people down.” The man approaching the other elaborated, and the accented one across kept silent; he was obviously thinking over his proposal, and the pasta lover was a patient man. So, he waited for what felt like five or six minutes before the accented man responded.

"Je pourrais continuer avec cette, oui, let’s join forces.” The man pushed himself off the wall, and walked across the room to his fellow cellmate. He too stood up from his bunk, then they shook hands before the accented man continued with a thoughtful look on his face.“Ceci est vraiment quelque chose. The French and Italians working together, never thought I’d see the day that would ever happen.” The Italian just like the French man thought for years that both French and Italians would never joined forces, and of all things it was revenge that brought them together.

“Now, I assume you know the name of this gang these people are a part of?” King Giovanni asked.

“Curieusement they call themselves the Glorious Faggots.” King Julien answered with snicker.

“Amusing.”

Now, he wonder if he can make some phone calls? Surely the Security would allow him to have his phone call...

This story now has a plot apparently, eh.