Chapitre 3: Revenge
"We need to get out of this school," Tristan told his sisters as he looked at the mup that was supposed to be lunch. The pizza roll had green patches all over it, the beans stew looked lumpy and kinda vomit inducing and the milk carton was expired by three days. He looked at his sisters' disgusted looks and this just affirmed his decision of getting them out of the school even more. Looking up, he could see bats camping on the ceiling, deep asleep amidst all the hubbub.
"There are rumors going round that you hit your Algebra teacher, made him bleed," Zoe said, still looking at her book. Tristan looked at the cover and saw it was an Advanced Trigonometry book. Just how smart was she, he asked himself.
"He was too busy trying to shove his dick down a classmate he didn't see the kick to his knee coming," he answered her. Mandy gave him a warning glare while looking at Chloe who was stabbing the lumpy beans like they owed her money. Speaking of owing money, Tristan remembered he had a drug dealer to take care of. His sisters were not safe till he did. But first, there were some debts to collect in school.
"Don't cause a ruckus," he told his sisters as he got up.
Locating the Jocks' table, he strode over, wearing a mask of indifference. The entire dining went silent as the jocks looked at him hostilely. But, he continued over and proceeded to sit next to the Quarter back of the school's football team.
"Where's my two grand, Winchester. You said you'd have it by Thursday, it's Friday and I want my money," he calmly said. He noticed how his male friends were ready for a brawl while his girlfriend and her friends were sending him contemptuous looks.
"You were away for a month, Ian. I don't have your money, probably tomorrow," Winchester haughtily said Tristan scoffed at this.
"You received my services, Winchester, bet you snuffed it all up in a night. Services demand payment and now you're shirking from it," Tristan growled before suddenly getting hold of him by the nape of his neck and slamming his head twice on the table. It was so fast nobody even reacted to it until Winchester started wailing in pain.
One of his friend roared in indignation, arming himself with a pen knife and charged at him. Tristan was way, way, way more faster than he could ever be so he saw his actions clear as day. Dexterously, he had snatched his pen knife and proceeded to stab him three times non-fatally before getting out of his way. He slammed onto the dining table, screaming bloody murder. Everyone was shocked to see a bloody knife in Tristan's hand as he looked at the petrified Winchester.
"Do you dope Winchester?" Tristan asked the teenager who looked terrified beyond doubt. Winchester shook his head vigorously. "Good, the chemicals will be bad for your organs. I'm thinking kidneys, one of them should suffice. It can go upto thirty thousand, I take my two and another one grand for the inconvenience and you can go your merry way. How does that sound, Winchester?"
"N...No, I'll pay, I'll pay up," Winchester cried out before looking at his girlfriend who was pale with fear. "Babe, please, I'll loan it back." Tristan looked at her and stretched out his arm at her. She palely dug into her purse and removed a bundle of one hundred dollar bills. Counting it till it reached two thousand, she gave them to him.
"See, you comply and I go my own way, no need for shirades," Tristan patted Winchester's back humorously before he looked at the guy he had stabbed. "Yeah, he needs to be checked out, ASAP and tell him I'm keeping the knife. Have a lovely day, ladies." He walked away, heading to his sisters' table before handing Mandy one grand.
"You know what to do with this," he told her before picking his backpack.
"You leaving?" Zoe asked, looking up.
"Yep. I need to get us enough money so we can leave this shitty school," he answered her before kissing Chloe on her cheek. "See you later at diner, I'm going to take care of two thieves."
"Be safe," Mandy told him, making him smile brilliantly back at her.
"I will," he assured her before walking out of the cafeteria. Everyone's eyes followed him till he got out of the cafeteria and a sigh of relief was drawn out simultaneously from everyone.
"You must be glad he didn't remember about your boyfriend," Zoe chuckled at Mandy.
"If he still wants to be your boyfriend after that," Sue chipped.
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Tristan walked out of the school before heading to the open parking two blocks away. He sent an invisible wave of electromagnetism that fried all the cameras before picking a black impala from the lot. He put his fingers on the driver's door before sending a jolt of electricity into the car, unlocking the door while igniting the engine.
"Smooth," Tristan smiled as he felt the beast roar. He reversed out of the parking lot and got on his way.
After his memories came back, he had recognized the two that had stabbed his previous self. The balding fuck was called Dennis while the blonde was his cousin going by the name Tony. They were his customers that had suddenly cornered him, stole three ks worth of cocaine I his car before killing him. Looking back at his memories, Tristan knew the two were spineless owards, no way would they have done this without someone giving them incentives. The most probable person was definitely Mendez. No way that visit this morning was normal. he was probably checking if the deed was done.
"This is turning to be more trouble than its worth," Tristan sighed as he gently accelerated. If Mendez knew he was alive, then the two were most probably dead by now. But, he had to check and if he was lucky, deal his own justice on them.
The Impala arrived at the house the two idiots were staying. It belonged to Dennis's aunt before she gave it to him on her deathbed. Switching off the engine using his electric manipulation, he got out of the car and closed the door, making it lock back up. Nodding to himself, he walked to the front door and pressed the doorbell then waited. A minute later, it was opened by a woman who looked so high the heavens must be just withing her reach.
"Yes," she tettered, barely keeping her head looking up.
"Dennis in? I have some party favors he wanted," Tristan asked her.
"Yeah, he's in, ehehehehe," she chuckled in her high. "C'mon in."
Tristan gave her a side eye before walking inside. He saw his two murderers snuffing the white in the sitting room, not a care in the world. The two looked up when they heard him walk in and all blood drained from their face when they saw his ugly mug.
"Fuck!" Dennis exclaimed in shock and fear before reaching for a police issued Glock on the table. But, in a burst of speed, Tristan had already reached them and his fingers had dug into their ribcages in a way that he was actually holding them by their sternum. Without even straining, he lifted them up amidst their cries of pain.
"Oooh, you guys are already partying!" the woman hazedly said before she sat on a couch. "I'm....I'm just gonna...Yeah!" With that, she was off to slumber.
"Quite a party you guys are having, huh?" Tristan growled at the two who were in so much pain the high was overloaded out of their system.
"Please, please, it was Mendez! He made us kill you," Tony squealed as he started crying, making Tristan look at him with a raised brow before looking at Dennis.
"You need better judgement in chosing your partners," he chuckled. "Besides, I know it was Mendez who sent you. That's not why I'm here. I'm here for vengeance." He said and let them go. The two crumpled on the floor bleeding and whimpering. Tristan wiped blood off his fingers with a piece of clothe, wiped the prints off the pocket knife he had taken from school and threw it at Tony.
"I'm gonna give you a chance of repentance. I'll hold Dennis down, you stab him. Or, I'll hold you down and Dennis will stab you." Tony did not need any more incentive, he took the knife swiftly before looking at his cousins and proceeded to brutally kill him by stabbing him over and over again till he died. He was crying pathetically at the end, laying on his dead cousin's chest, covered with his and Dennis's blood. Tristan mercilessly picked him by his scruff and proceeded to dunk his face onto the little mountain of coke on the table. He made sure he had sniffed enough to down an elephant before releasing him. Tracing back his steps, he made sure he left no evidence of his involvement before going to the Impala and driving off.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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