Striving for Perfection

The wind howls from above, the sky is blocked by clouds. The main thing is not to start raining in the near future. I don't have an umbrella, at all. To my right, cars occasionally raced along the road. Hmm, no one even threw garbage in my direction, surprisingly.

Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind causing me to freeze slightly. Sighing, I buttoned up my coat and continued walking forward. It's already late in the evening. I'll come home and cook myself some chicken from, ugh, from the store. Thank you, Grandfather, you taught me to hunt, accustomed me to fresh meat, but after death you did not give me money for a hunting license.

When my legs took me to the area where I live, my teeth reflexively clenched. The surrounding reality looks, to put it mildly, miserable. Low houses, garbage that rare creatures throw out right on the street. Stink, running animals, mustiness. And who lives in a place like this? I, perfection.

Why the hell should I be here!? I moved from my hometown without any help, I am the best student in this city, in general, and I am the one who day by day becomes better than the useless people sitting here. So why doesn't a just world give me what I RIGHTFULLY deserve!?

Taking a deep breath, I looked around trying to remember how to get home. In this hellhole, every building looks the same. It is impossible to discern any differences through the mask of squalor. And this mask is called normality. Once again calming myself down, I noticed an alley that I seem to have passed through a thousand times. But no, it's another alley. It's just a miserable corridor leading to a miserable hole in which anyone should live, not me. Yes, that's probably where I need to go. Nodding to myself, I put my hands in my pockets and walked forward down the alley. But soon I was met by a fork. Right or left. Hmm.

"Well, here I can choose at random." I said with a shrug before turning left. Squinting, I realized that it was very, very dark here. No light bulbs or lampposts. Stretching my right arm forward, I slowed down and started walking forward until I felt myself touched the wall. Dead end. Adore.

For a couple of moments I just wanted to sit by the wall and think. From the moment I stopped being surrounded by an objectively aggressive environment, everything began to decline. It feels like the pace at which I'm getting better is slowing down and my "beat and insult" approach of actions is becoming less effective.

Although, no, it's just a black streak. Everything will get better soon. It's darkest before dawn. Keep moving forward, Daniel. I've always had only two options. Defeat all or be crushed.

The sound of heavy footsteps behind me pulled me out of my thoughts. Slowly turning around, I saw who it was and barely restrained a laugh. Yes, of course it was a man in a jacket and tall. Taller than me. A real titan. But there is one small nuance. Judging by his belly, he's fat as a pig! Okay, okay. Probably, it is necessary to politely bypass this gentleman and declare his non-aggression like all normal people.

"Fuck off, I don't want to waste time on dirt like you." I said, starting to approach him.

I really hate petty thieves, they are nothing more than idiots who are unable to follow instructions and justify it with an "unfair system". They will never reach a level even close to mine. I am in this state now because I have focused my energies on personal development. But this man? No, he doesn't do anything and most likely steals to buy himself a new burger. What an abomination.

"Don't push your luck, kid -" He takes a folding knife out of his pocket "- empty your pockets."

Hearing this, I stood on the spot at a decent distance from him and thought. Which was hard considering the brain, which from this moment hardly keeps me on my feet. But with a creak, the main organ of the body began to work.

I've only fought a man with a knife a couple of times, which already reduces my chances. Of course, my physique is forty-two thousand times better than his, but I don't need a knife in the liver. I need a plan. Attacking right now would be too risky-a bad plan. I doubt he'll attack first if I don't provoke him. He is not blind and probably sees my shoulders, arms and legs. Yes, provocation will be the best option in this situation. I need to get him to attack me like a wild animal. Stupid and pointless. Just like most people.

"You know, I really feel sorry for you, you're not only an idiot, you don't even have money for a good knife. Do you know that even bones can't be broken with such things? There is no need and no sense in such a knife! I'm sorry, but even pigs can't be butchered with such trifles, and you certainly won't be able to cut off an extra piece of fat from your belly with such a toy!" I said, trying to hurt my opponent's self-esteem.

"Your tongue is too long for a sucker, maybe you need to trim it?" He replied with venom in his voice. Damn, when did fat people become so brave? I remember the wonderful times when fat people were either humiliated. The era is gone, gone.

He's already on the verge of breaking down I need to make another lunge.

"Unlike someone else, I don't just have a long tongue, if you know what I mean." I replied, mentally preparing for his attack. And suddenly my eyes registered how he adjusted his leg to make a dash forward. Did it really hurt him? Ha, ha, laughter and nothing more! It's been a long time since I've seen someone so pathetic. Here it is a sign that the black streak is ending!

"Enough!" He jumped back and tried to stab me in the chest with a knife, but I took a step to the side, grabbed his wrist and delivered a powerful blow to the jaw. He staggered from the impact and tried to keep his balance. But I didn't give him time to rest and kicked him in the stomach. I felt like a titanic layer of fat was blocking most of the impact force. But despite this, the fat man fell on his back and dropped the knife.

No one can come close to my level, especially a pathetic person like you.

I grabbed the knife with my hand and focused on it for a second. Not strong, looking at him, I feel his lack of any quality. But maybe it will be possible to get some money for this toy. Shrugging my shoulders, I put the knife in my pocket before approaching the opponent and putting my foot on his chest.

"Sorry, I just need the money. I owe money to the bank, and I need it urgently, but I don't have a job, so I thought I could earn it this way. Please don't hit me." This man has been telling me with a tremor in his voice throughout his story.

These are such pathetic people now. They will never tell you anything about themselves. But when they are in danger, they abruptly become so open. What is this fat guy counting on anyway? That I won't call the police and report the robber? Well, then he's right. I don't like to tell the police about my adventures.

"We will proceed as follows. I'm taking the knife as compensation, and this time I'll feel sorry for you, but if I meet you again, you'll regret it. Do you understand?" I said with strong emphasis on every word in the last sentence.

There was fear in his eyes, but he quickly nodded back at me. What a delight it is to watch how people obey. Don't worry, doggie, soon I will free the world of useless morality and then you will have no excuses. You will either become better and freer or you will die without fitting into a new perfect world.

"Good doggie" I said in a tone similar to addressing a dog. Although, how should I know? I have never had a dog or pets as such. Fresh air in the apartment is much more useful.

I've sorted out the trash. I think it's time to go home. The stomach requires food, and the brain requires new knowledge.

Grinning, I took my foot off the fat guy's side and walked on. At the same time, I listened attentively to everything that was happening around me. Judging by the absence of sounds, he does not dare to stand up. And rightly so. He'd better not try to look like a threat to me right now.

Once, in another alley, I caught a bright light away from me. Turning there and clenching my hands into fists, I froze in place. There was a strange white sphere hanging in the air. It just hangs and does nothing. She just levitates as if she belongs here.

So, a logical approach to battle. It's a spotlight. No, it does not fit here there is no tripod or at least a pair of wires. Moving on, uh, ball lightning? Yes, yes, it's a ball lightning. This is the most logical option. You just need to not look at the fact that it's not raining and just turn around and leave.

I start walking faster and the sphere starts chasing me. Maybe it's not a ball lightning. Or maybe I just need to run faster. And much more. But even despite the acceleration, the sphere continued to follow, which made me nervous. Just a little bit of course. Perfection should always be collected and guided by logic.

Shit. I'm not going to die today.

I feel a rush of adrenaline in my body and start running as fast as I can, but the sphere is moving faster and catching up with me. Running out of the last alley, I saw ahead of me the stronghold of reason in this hole - my house. Although it is rented, but it is still the best of all that is nearby. Not a single bag of garbage and perfectly clean walls. But unfortunately, when I was already incredibly close to the door of the house, I felt an electric discharge at my right hand. My eye was able to make out a sphere that touched my hand and carried a discharge all over my body. The next moment I felt pain all over my body and fell to one knee. Before I lost consciousness, I was able to mutter: "Come on, come on. I can't just die here. Can't. . ."

My head is splitting and my eyes are closed. I feel a light breeze. Why is the wind blowing here? I was in the alley! And the ground is too soft for concrete. Where am I?!

I get up quickly, barely keeping my balance, and get an answer to my question. Not in the alley that's for sure. I see trees everywhere. On the left are trees, on the right too, in front and behind the same picture. I look up and see the sky, well, at least something familiar, but why is the sun so big and not blinding? Where am I anyway?

My train of thought is interrupted by a growl behind me. I quickly turn around, almost falling, and see three wolves with green eyes and bodies made of fucking wood. One of them, presumably, is the alpha of the pack, gray and about twice as large as its relatives from a simple dark wood.

I need to analyze the situation. I got into the forest after a white sphere caught up with me, and now there are three wolves made of damn wood in front of me, and I have a folding knife, a wallet and a phone with me. Great.

While the alpha stands in front of me, baring his teeth, the two smaller ones circling around me, excluding the possibility of retreat. I take a fighting stance, take the knife in my right hand and begin to think out a plan of action.

Sooner or later one of them will lose patience. I have to wait. This is just another test on the way to perfection.