Persecutions of the worst kind

Chapter 1: Strange occurrences

Michelangelo’s POV

Fuck Fuck fuckity fuck! Today was not my day and I close to never used such profanity but this called for it. Today I had a huge test in my psychology class and I didn’t study. I could not fail this test or else I would have to take a remedial class next year. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a remedial class. I Had way too much going for me. No not really but that doesn’t matter right now. Right now I was in a predicament that I needed to get myself out of. Maybe I could study in the cafeteria. 200 pages good try. Or maybe I could possibly skip class and tell the teacher I was sick. I just wonder how many lies I could tell before this school year is through with and before my teacher disciplines me herself.

This wouldn’t do. There was nothing I could do but maybe try and take the test. Maybe it would be easier than I thought or maybe I could sit next to one of those smart kids. Tommy was a straight A student but he never lets me cheat off of him. How selfish.

Class was nearing and I was in full panic mode. I was sitting in the corner rocking back and forth, no not really, when my friend Lenny knocked on my dorm door. I knew it was him. He had a certain uncertain knock as if he didn’t really want to knock but he was forced to for some reason.

“Who is it?” I ask through the door.

“You know who it is you wonk. Open up,” he says. How rude!

“So what can I do for you Lenny. Need anything cause I can provide it, except food of course,” I say, watching as he examines the scenery of my room. It is a total mess but geez its almost like he’s disgusted by the rotten pizza slices and dirty laundry.

“Yea you need to help me by cleaning up this place…anyhow I just wanted to know if you had any notes on today’s test. I did not study last night like I told myself I would,” he says, not surprising me a bit. When it came to studying me and Lenny were one in the same.

“Well Lenny just hop on in this boat to remedial Ville because I’m sure you know I haven’t studied either,” He looks at me as if surprised by this.

“Wow there’s no way I’m taking a remedial class next year man I’m just going to skip class today maybe come up with a good excuse tomorrow. See ya dude!” He says, not even offering me a invitation to his cutting session. He probably just going to go to his girls house and hide out there. Me I’m going to my dads house. He’d understand more than my mom would.

After ducking and dogging by the head master and a few safety’s I make it out the back door where I run like my life depended upon it up until I get to my dads street. He lives above some Chinese restaurant call Ching Pei’s. Of course I have to get through there before I can reach his house.

“Shouldn’t you be in school?” Lee, the restaurant owner asks me as I step foot onto the stairs to my dads house like room. I smile sheepishly.

“Well yea but I’m not feeling too well today so I’m just going to rest at my dads house until the fever goes down,” I lie, trying to get all of the unwanted attention off of me. He takes the lie and goes off to the back of the restaurant and I race up the stairs.

“Dad you home?” I yell through the door. There’s a note tacked to his mailbox. It reads: I’ll be back by 12 if anyone needs me dial 4105559349. Great! Now I have no where to go. My moms house was a definite no no and my sisters house was not even an option. She had people living there that I couldn’t even find in the dirtiest most intolerable slums.

Maybe I should just go back to class and tell the teacher the truth. Nah. I’d just hang out in the park until three o clock when school was over.

It was hot enough to fry eggs, bacon and sausages on the sidewalk. It was almost unbearable even as I sat underneath the jungle gym. There wasn’t any more shade for miles and that is the truth. Trees were so scarce around these parts. I laid my head back and tried to get a nap in before I had to get up and go again.

“Are you homeless boy?” I hear someone say from above. I look around hastily hoping it wasn’t someone from school. I Had even come up with an excuse in my mind. I got lost on my way to school. Yea that was a good one.

“Oh no I’m not homeless I’m just resting sir,” I say, ducking down a little to get a look at the guy I was talking to. He was tall nearly 6’3 with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. In 100 degree weather he was wearing a long black trench coat and black boots. His expression was stern almost as if he was scolding a child or either looking at something really disgusting. I hoped it was the child one.

“Shouldn’t you be in school boy,” He says, folding his arms across his chest. Now I’m actually beginning to believe that he’s one of those police officers that patrol the block to catch any cutting students. I begin to panic.

“Well no I’m actually….out of school. I was just enjoying the scenery,” I say a dumb smile crossing my very panic stricken face. What a dumb lie and its almost as if he detects that I’m lying. Its like he’s some maniac with no emotion at all. The whole earring thing defends my point. I mean he has at least 6 earrings on each of his ears maybe more and even on his lip but that ones kind of cool because it’s a dragon.

“Hm, you look as if your 16, 17 at the most,” he says, a very angry look crossing his features. “ I don’t like to be lied to child.”

I nearly melt in my socks. He easily gives off a daunting sort of look almost frightening. He makes me want to kill myself for lying to him. I just want to stab myself right there and save myself the shame.

“Forgive me I really don’t want to be scolded for cutting class by my mother. She’s really tough on me and she’ll probably send me off to military school or something,” I say hoping that he would feel even a tinge of pity for me. By the look on his face he could care less about my sob story.

He watches me for a minute or two almost studying me like I’m a lab specimen. He glances down at my face and then lower and lower to places I don’t want to mention. I feel so uncomfortable under his stare that I almost get up and run in the opposite direction just to rid myself of him. I resist the urge.

“Must I walk you back to school child or will you go on your own?” He asks, reaching his hand out. I take it and get to my feet.

“But I cant go! I’ll be scolded by the head master or even put on special detention.,” I plead hoping that he would just walk away from all this and wishing that I had gone to the river instead. I really didn’t want to be scolded. If I was put on Special detention, which is the worst detention you can get, I would never be able to cut school again. Special detention was in the head masters office the worse place to be when in trouble.

“Then I guess I’ll have to take you there myself,” he says grabbing hold of my ear. I cringe in pain. Here I was being yanked off to school by my ear by a stranger who seemed to care a lot about my well being. How strange no one ever cared about what I did not even my mother most of the time. All she cared about was making sure I stayed in school because of the price she had to pay to get me in there. My parents really care a lot don’t they?

We were a few blocks away from the school and oh my luck. The headmaster was standing outside as if he had nothing better to do. Didn’t he have some headmaster duties to take care of or maybe some students to put in their place?

“Michelangelo?” I hear him say before we even reach the front steps. He looks surprised almost as if he had known me not to do things like this. He had given me leeway when it came to punishments but this time I don’t think he would. This time it was sure that he would give me special detention.

“I found him lounging in the park. I believe he’s yours,” the man says, pushing me forward and right into the headmasters arms. How rude!

“Yes yes I definitely have something in store for this young man indeed,” He says, pulling me off towards the door. “Thank you sir for bringing him here.”

“But…but…I swear I had good reason!” I plead knowing good and well that I didn’t but it wasn’t like I cut class all the time. This was only my what tenth time? He pulls me through the huge double doors and into the hallway.

“Right now Michel your reason doesn’t really matter to me. it’s a shame that a stranger had to bring you back here before you yourself made a right decision,” he says. That kind of cut at my heart. I do make right decisions sometimes. Just not often and it wasn’t my fault. It was my family’s fault. I inherited it!

“You are coming back to my office for 5 strikes,” he says causing my eyes to grow wide. He had never used the official headmaster discipliner on me. He always just left me with a warning saying that I had better get my act together before dire consequences came about. Oh what a day. I couldn’t get a break.

When we got to headmasters office I knew exactly what to do. I stood there at his desk with both my hands out and my feet straight as he went to retrieve the instrument of terror. I had heard from a few of my other terrors of the school that the headmaster gave no leeway when It came to punishments. Hopefully I could try and sway that.

“I’m really sorry headmaster sir. I’ll never do it again that is a promise,” I say, tears forming at the creases of my eyes. He was holding some long wooden ruler looking device with a leather strap at the end. It looked very painful indeed.

“You will be sorry soon enough, “ he says, positioning himself in front of me. I close my eyes and brace myself for the pain.

“Move yourself around to face the door Michel and place your hands above your head,” he says. I hadn’t known that I was going about things the wrong way. How dumb of me.


“Yes sir,” I respond, doing as directed. Almost immediately I was rewarded with the first hard slap to my sensitive behind. The pain hadn’t really registered in my mind until the second strike came upon me. I nearly fell over trying to nurse my aching behind.

“Position yourself now,” he says, grasping my arm to turn me back around. I wasn’t told that this was how things were going to be. I should have asked more questions. I didn’t remove my hands from my burning backside and it didn’t matter. He still landed the third strike with or without the hands and that was worse. It felt like he had broken a bone in my hand. Now I would have to visit the nurse too!

“Ahh! Forgive me headmaster,” I cry, breaking out into an uncontrollable sob. I never knew that I could cry that hard and I really didn’t know if it was from the burning pain or the shame of cutting class catching up to me after being deprived of a suitable punishment for so long. After the fifth strike I was a crying mess. How pathetic. After only five strikes I wanted to nearly rip my skin off from the burning.

“Now stand there in the far right corner until I address you for further punishment.” he says without a bit of pity in his voice. But I deserved it I guess. Its just too bad Lenny didn’t get into trouble as well.

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The next day, after writing a 6 page essay about why I was disciplined the previous day and having to face a very angry psychology teacher I finally got to rest. It was Saturday the day when dorms were nearly empty and students went partying all night long. Me I was more of the relaxed type. The party scene wasn’t for me. I preferred relaxing my dorm and playing video games that weren’t even allowed in the school. Things were so much more satisfying when they were illegal.

“Ass hole!” I yell over the microphone hovering above my mouth. Online games were so frustrating. I had been killed nearly three times on this game by some made up cult that went around attacking people for no good reason. Other than that my level 56 monster was almost impossible to defeat. I felt like the ruler of the world. Wow I was such a geek.

When there was a knock at my door, which almost startled me half to death I dropped my controller to get up and see who it was. That game was getting kind of old on the count of I had been playing for nearly 6 hours non stop. Yea I was a geek.

“Its Lenny again. I heard you got caught dude!” he says. Just because of that I take my time in opening the door for him. He’s such a bragger. He gets away with cutting and I don’t. that’s completely unfair. I was the master of cutting class…not.

“Yea yea yea whatever but now I have come to a conclusion that I will no longer cut class for personal reasons. At least one of us has realized our mistakes in life and had decided to change their ways,” I say, slamming the door in his face. He dies laughing as if I was joking. I wasn’t joking at all. I was serious about changing my ways. Besides I did not want to go through that ever again.

“Well let me know when you get your balls back,” he says through the door before walking away. How rude! I guess he still had a lot of learning to do.

I stretched and tossed my game to the side and collapsed on my bed. Today was a good day. It was time I got out and did something for once. Staying in my dorm and playing video games didn’t sound like a very good way to end off a Saturday night.

I went down to this new club called The Red and got a few drinks. It was a strange club, very dark and gothic looking but they played some awesome music and the girls were hot. Most of them had more piercing’s than that guy I met in the park the other day and speak of the devil! He waltzes into the club wearing a black suit with a red tie and one of those roses in the pocket, I had never know what those things were called. He made me look like a homeless person out on the street by the way he was dressed. I just had on some black slacks and a white button up shirt with some preppy looking black and silver shoes my mom brought me for my birthday. I felt totally out of place now.

Its almost as if he senses I am there. He looks around a little first before his eyes land right on me. I try my hardest to look away as if I didn’t see him staring at me and I hope to God that he doesn’t notice I’m there. Maybe he’ll go straight to the dance floor.

“Hm, didn’t think id ever meet you here,” I hear him say. Damn it to bloody hell! He saw me. I wasn’t being discreet enough.

“I was just leaving actually. I feel really out of place here,” I say getting up to proceed in leaving. He grabs my arm and pulls me back down to my seat.

“Sit. I’ll buy you a drink if that’s what you like,” he says smiling evilly. Wow that was the first time I had ever witnessed a truly evil smile. It fit him perfectly.

“No thank you sir. I don’t want to get too wasted tonight,” is say, getting to my feet once again.

“Have you tried the Vodka red? Its my special edition drink. You should try it and I guarantee that you wont regret it,” He motions to the bartender and a dark red liquid slides in our direction. I Hope that isn’t the drink he mentioned earlier. It looks like blood in a glass. Disgusting. The sight of blood had always made my skin crawl. What was he a vampire or something? Yea right that’s a funny thought.

“I don’t know it looks really…weird,” I say, poking at the glass. He lifts it and hands it to me.

“Try it. It will be an honor to have you be the first to try it, after all feel awful for turning you in, ” he says, kind of flattering me. He felt sorry for me and wow I would be the first to try his new drink. That had to be a flattery if I had ever heard of one. Besides there couldn’t be any harm in drinking something. I saw it being made and everything and there were no white pills dropped into it or powdery substances. I put the glass to my lips and took a sip. It was fruity tasting, kind of thick but tasty. It almost tasted of roses, not saying that I had ever tasted a rose before.

“Its pretty good sir but I think I’ll go now, “ I say, sitting down the glass and just as I did my vision became sort of distorted and my legs were wobbly. I felt tipsy tourney.

“I don’t think your in any condition to be going home by yourself,” I hear him say through my distortion. I Hold onto the bar counter for support on the count of my legs were about to give out on me.

“Shhh just let it take its toll. It’ll be over soon enough,” falling from the counter I knock over a few glasses of something and land on a bar stool that also falls over when I make contact.

“You…you did this to me…I knew you were…evil,” I say trying my hardest to yell. Its like my vocal cords are tied in knots. I cant make a sound anymore. What was that stuff I drank? I knew I should have trusted my first instinct which was to run until I reached the boarder to Mexico. Well maybe not Mexico.

“Just relax. Straining could make you sick to your stomach. Just relax,” he says, lifting me up and into his arms bridal style. I’m so weak by now it feels like I have no control over my body. Haven’t I been through enough these past few days. Why is all of this happening? I didn’t study for my test , I got caught cutting by a stranger, and now I was being kidnapped by this man that gets me to drink some sort of poisonous substance. Could life be any more cruel to me? I don’t think so.