111 Chapter 111 (1/2)

Our substitute teacher taught us for more than two hours of useless blabber until it was time for the mid morning recess.

Of course by this time me and my bitches had already introduced ourselves to the class because we have entered in the middle of the semester already.

It also seemed that Miss Elaine was quite aware of who we were by the huge leeway that she had shown us even going to great lengths of ignoring the near death experience of one of the teachers in this school.

It appeared that Lucia was not that stupid after all.

”Hey, Damon. I'm Warren Hamil...” a boy walked up to me before we could exit the classroom.

He looked like a spoiled brat and perhaps the son of an influential person with how calm and confident he appeared in my front.

”Go away. We're not interested in knowing who you are.” one of my cunts interfered that made the boy eat the rest of his words down his lungs.

I did not mind such a fly and continued to retrace my steps back to whence i came.

”You stupid fuck! Who do you think you are?! You think that with whores around you, you look cool?! You're like shit in the middle of fragrant flowers, you fucking pussy!”

the boy called at our back and his voice was distasteful to hear, same as the words that he'd just spoken.

I turned around to look at the insignificant insect who taunted like he was king of the world and was important in the grand scheme of things.

”Tell me mortal, do you wish to die that badly?” i asked to the handsome boy. Though i wasted some of my breath but i thought it suited well for me to teach this arrogant prick with a final lesson before he slept.

”HAHAHA! What of it? Do you also want to try and kill me? Just like what you did to teacher Salem? Do it then! But beware of my family's retribution! The Hamilton Conglomerate shall...”

the nuisance ran his mouth off again and i grew weary to associate further with monkeys.

”BANG!” an unseen force ripped the boy's body apart.

His remains scattered in all directions but it landed atop no other soul but of inconsequential things such as the walls on the four corners of the classroom.

Gasps resounded but no one else made a move whatsoever. Even Miss Elaine just stood there as she watched the events unfolded with analytical unfeeling eyes.

There was no blood and gore in the scene but merely pieces of scrap metals and the gooey substances of green.