SHOOT ON SIGHT
Chapter 1: Bullying
The school “L’Excellence” truly lived up to its name. A fortress of glass and prestige, guarded at its gates by soldiers armed to the teeth. You didn’t get in without authorization. Between the luxury cars dropping off the children of celebrities each morning, and the flowers more carefully maintained than some entire districts of the country, the place reeked of elitism.
Among the crowd of perfectly ironed uniforms, a young boy walked, looking more calm than confident.
> My name is Kaimi Demon. 17 years old.
Mixed skin, tightly braided hair spiraling down my forehead, and one thing that still ties me to this world: this damn scholarship.
I got in here thanks to my brain. Not thanks to a name. Not thanks to a minister father.
And believe me, in this kind of school, that makes me a walking target.
Class had already started when Kaimi walked in. The teacher, used to it, didn’t say a word. But in the room, a gaze locked onto him. Persistent. Icy. Like an unpaid debt.
At the end of the class, as everyone was leaving, Kaimi stood up... but was immediately surrounded.
At the center of that circle: a young man, 6’2”, eyes almost ghostly white, black hair with yellow streaks, and a predator’s grin. Perfectly tailored uniform, golden buttons, platinum watch.
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Cédric Nyano. Son of the Minister of Defense.
> And there it was. Showtime.
— Well well, you’re back again, said Cédric. Can’t get enough, huh?
— What do you want from me this time? I replied, already tired.
— I’ve already told you, Demon. You don’t belong here. And yet you keep pushing...
> I stared him right in the eyes.
— My studies… it’s all I have left.
A burst of laughter from the circle. A fat, cruel, mocking laugh.
— Studies? he repeated. Your hope? Poor orphan boy. Around here, it’s the law of the strongest.
Then he turned to his friends.
— Go on, soak him with whatever you find.
Without waiting, they poured cologne on him, yogurt, and even... toilet water.
> The liquid was freezing. The humiliation, burning.
— Now the real fun begins… Have at it, boys.
They beat him up. Kicks, punches, insults. Thirty minutes of senseless violence. And Kaimi remained standing. Stoic.
Not far away, a girl was filming the scene with her phone, a smirk on her lips. She was beautiful, provocative, natural wavy hair, slightly suggestive outfit.
Lena Kamayo, 18 years old.
— Tch. Not very impressive, she sighed.
— I want something only I can use against the minister’s son. Something unique...
> Cédric leaned toward me.
— Every day will be hell for you if you keep coming. You don’t belong here.
> And he left.
And I stayed.
Still without saying a word.
Not even a cry.
Not even a tear.
The school guard came a bit later.
— What are you still doing here, boy?
— Sorry, sir… I…
— It’s time. I have to lock up.
> I looked at the time. Past 4PM.
Three hours wasted because of him.
Just like every day.
On the way back to the orphanage, a voice echoed in my head. A thought that kept returning.
> Why do I never fight back?
Why do I let it happen?
Because deep down… I’d rather suffer in their place.
Because deep down, I know that if I fight back…
I’ll never be able to stop.
Once in his room, Kaimi took off his shirt. Dark scales were starting to appear in patches on his skin.
> Why this name… “Demon”?
Why do I feel like that’s what I really am?
These scales… they’re showing up more and more.
I have to be careful...
I must not hurt anyone.
Not again.
End of Chapter 1
