’So…we don’t have to do anything?’ Brenden asked without looking back at me.
’Pretty much, as it stands, you won’t actually gain anything from going to the Evolver Colleges to begin with. Unless you want to pick up a trade skill or something.’ Watching as several of the popular jocks walked up and began the "enlistment" process, I stated casually.
’Well…if we don’t, wouldn’t that be as good as turning ourselves into outcasts or something? I mean, practically everyone in our age group is joining; not everyone is a ghost like you, Taylor,’ Brenden spat with a harumph as he walked up and joined the line to sign up anyway.
’Do what you want; I don’t really care. If you want to make a show of signing up, go for it. I won’t stop you, but all of us are already in the system, having passed everything with flying colors. Plus, as I said, Emilia doesn’t meet the age requirements to skip the last two years of High School and join the College, considering the minimum age to join is 16.’
’Anyway, if that was all you wanted to say to me, I’m leaving; I have better things to do.’ Rolling my eyes as Emilia shot me a questioning look that made me flinch slightly, I turned and began walking away, only to be stopped by the lady in question, clearing her throat.
’And what exactly are you planning on doing the rest of the day, Mr. SchoolDoesn’tMatterToMe?’
’uh…’ blinking three times, I looked at Xilia, who had already released me and stepped away to join the sign-up line.
’I was going to…uh…’
’What? Fuck another teacher? Hm? Maybe one of those girls who used to bully you, yeah I know about all that too…’ Placing her hands on her hips in a mom-like fashion, Emilia glared daggers at me, making a trickle of sweat run down my back.
’I..uh..um…eh…’
’Spit it out already; I don’t have all day.’ Narrowing her eyes and posing like a cat about to pounce on a mouse, Emilia’s intimidation factor rose by several steps, causing me to look for an out instantly.
’Hey, look! A distraction! Gotta go, BYEEE~’ Spinning around and pointing at the clock tower, I took two steps away from Emilia and… fled without looking back, even as I heard Emilia yelling about consequences and whatnot.
To be fair, it wasn’t like anyone from my group was banned from entering my little man cave or anything like that. No, they all had access to it and frequently would swing by if they wished to cut class or something, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t keen on my privacy.
Plus, I had an appointment during the 4th period that I had been looking forward to for some time now. For the most part, I had dealt with nearly everyone who had wronged me in the Origin Timeline, or at least those I knew from high school; however, there were still a few that I was looking for the perfect opportunity to do so.
It was kind of an unspoken topic, to be honest, as everyone from Emilia to my father knew I was up to something, but they would often turn a blind eye to my actions, as they knew if they delved too deeply into it, they would be complicit to my crimes.
A group of students of which had actually garnered quite a bit of attention, and as I walked away from the bell tower, my eyes caught sight of a plaque hanging on the outside of the cafeteria.
Since I arrived at UHS, I have been enacting certain… let’s just call them what they are: assassinations. I had been assassinating anyone who had made my life a living hell in the Origin Timeline and using the Tower as a cover for their disappearance.
How, you may ask? Well, that’s simple: at some point during the night, I would sneak into my target’s home, abduct the person, steal a bunch of essential items, and leave a note behind detailing the fact that they were leaving home to take part in the Tower’s trials, or something to that extent.
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Only these people would end up on my lab table back in Gnarnia, where I would exact my revenge in the most heinous manner possible, which generally resulted in me applying what they had done to me tenfold.
Sometimes, it was something as simple as lopping off body parts; other times, I would beat them to death, and one fucker even got thrown into a trash compactor, an homage to me being trash canned *picked up and well, thrown into a trashcan*.
In the three years I had spent in high school, 18 male students had disappeared, and the plaque I was looking at while fleeing was in their memory, as what the public called Lost Players.
However, my torture sessions only applied to the male students; for the handful of female students who had either bullied, tormented me, or made a mockery of my life back then, I had something special in store for them.
My appointment today just so happened to be with one of the few remaining girls I haven’t dealt with yet.
Now, some may call me petty or even call what I do going too far. Still, to me, it was required, especially when you understand that some of these people, both male and female, became either successful businesspeople or even powerful Rankers in the Origin Timeline.
And today’s target was a senior like myself. Her name is Sadie Inwood.
Contrary to what you may believe, Sadie was neither overly popular nor even that pretty, at least not at this stage in her life. She wouldn’t fully bloom into a total babe until into her late 20s when she became so attractive that she even became…well, a supermodel of the less clothing variety.
Now, you may be asking yourselves, "Taylor, why wait until now to exact your revenge? Well, that’s simple: if I were anything, it would be patient. Although she was in the same grade as me, I had been keeping my eye on her since the first day of freshman year; I knew that it wasn’t until senior year that she would officially book her first professional model shoot.
Only what she didn’t realize was that instead of with a well-known photographer company for a magazine like it had been in the Origin Timeline, this time around, it was me who had booked her, and that was going to make things that much sweeter.
As they say, only a perfectly cooked meal is delicious.