The Bullied Student's Demonic Revenge System

Grant Hues

“Where the f*ck are you?”

The voice came from over the phone. Frankly speaking, Grant doesn’t enjoy listening to anyone nag to him. That’s why he turned the volume down. Just enough for him to barely hear what the person on the other end of the line is saying.

“Good God Yvonne, how many men did you tag to me?” Grant answered nonchalantly as he looked around him. Trying to find anyone suspiciously looking at him.

“You have the nerve to answer back to me like that?” The woman named Yvonne answered. “Go back to the suite you idiot."

“Relax, will you?” Grant answered. “We’re not even in any real trouble, right? Even if that trash Daemon is dead, there’s no way that it’d cause any issues.”

“Why are you talking like that…you fucking…are you drunk?”

Grant chuckled. “Caught me reh handed.”

“You idiot! We can’t fuck this up. You know that Christian’s father’s candidacy is on the line here. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

“I’m not making any mistakes though. If anything, you guys are the ones making too big of a fuss about this.”

“What?”

“They already declared it as suicide right? Daemon fell form the top of the school because he wants to end his life, that’s the official statement.” Grant reminded Yvonne. “So why do I have to hide like a murderer?”

“Because you are.”

Something snapped inside of Grant. Maybe it’s the alcohol reaching his brain or, maybe it’s the guilt that’s been weighing him down recently. But he stopped walking. He stood still for a couple of seconds and the smile on his lips washed away completely.

“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHORE!”

Grant threw away his phone, smashing it to a nearby wall. As soon as he did, he looked around and noticed that every person nearby is looking at him. Anyone would do so after the loud shouting that he did and, because of the darkness of the night and the poorly lit streets, the shadows casted by these humans made them terrifying to him. Almost as if they’re staring through his soul and seeing him for what he truly is – a murderer.

Grant’s heart pounded like crazy; reaching up to his ears. He covered his face with the hood of his jacket and ran. The teen moved as fast as he could. As if trying to escape from a ghost that isn’t even there. And he moved even faster because there are footsteps that seem to follow him – increasing his anxiousness to the brink.

All his life, grant has viewed the dark streets of the night as his ally. He’s done all sorts of evil in the comfort of darkness that hid him. But now, this same darkness seems to come after him. Wanting to coil him in his entirety because, deep down, he is haunted by what he’s done.

Grant’s vision dimmed as he continued running. His breathing becoming more and more labored by the second; almost as if his lungs are tightening with every step he makes. Yet he continued to run with all his strength until all the noise he heard finally disappeared.

Grant stopped running. As soon as he did, he felt all the pain across his body. His legs are sore and his chest is burning with all the sweat that drenches his body now. All of that is fine though because, Grant doesn’t need to worry about anything now. He’s escaped everyone. He’s alone now.

Then something hit the back of his head.

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Grant gained consciousness.

Slowly.

He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and something warm that’s running down where this is most sore. There is a lightheadedness preventing him from recovering right away as well; caused by the same pain that he’s experiencing.

His whole body feels tighter than usual and his breathing is heavy. This is when he remembered what happened to him. How he suddenly went running after having a short conversation with Yvonne on the phone. Though the specifics escapes his alcohol induced brain.

“Good. You’re finally awake.” A voice said from behind him.

This brought back Grant’s senses to full. All of a sudden, he’s wide awake and his vision is as clear as could be. That’s when he realized that he’s not where he’s supposed to be. He isn’t in the plaza where he stopped running. No.

He’s at the Academy’s rooftop.

He tried to move but found that his hands and feet are tied to a chair that he’s sitting on. He’s left unable to do anything and, that’s when a hand tapped his shoulder.

“Don’t move too much, you might fall.” The voice said.

A strong cold breeze swept on Grant’s face at that moment. Clearing his head even more as the voice of the person became more and more familiar. He can’t mistake it for anything else. This is a voice he’s always heard after all. Yet he still feigned ignorance.

“W-Who are you?”

“Me? That should be clear already don’t you think?” The person holding his shoulder replied as this person began to walk in front of him. Revealing who he is under the moonlight – Daemon.

“AHHHHHHH!”

Grant screamed from the top of his lungs as he wiggled and tried to move his chair away. Disregarding the warning given to him completely as he got closer and closer to the edge of the rooftop.

“I’m offended. I really thought that you’d love to see me again Grant.” Daemon said to him.

Things would’ve been a lot more bearable if Daemon appeared in a normal state. But he didn’t The teen is covered in wounds and bruises and, his uniform is drenched in blood. An appearance that would make any first-time murderer scream from the top of their lungs if their victim came back to them in the same state.

“GET AWAY! GET AWAY!” Grant screamed as he continued making the chair move back.

As he did, Daemon slowly got close to him. Walking with small and easy steps – a soft grin drawn on his lips. As if the whole ordeal is nothing more than meeting up with a friend.

“What’s the matter Grant? I thought we’re closer than this. Don’t you want to punch me?”

“YOU’RE DEAD! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!” Grant said these words as he continued the same motion.

“You always say the silliest of things. How can I be dead when I’m right in front of you?” Daemon said in reply.

The moon-lit sky didn’t help in easing Grant’s nerves. With how dimly lit everything is, the darkness is basically covering Daemon. Making him look more ghoul like than he actually is. And all of this happening as soon as he woke up simply didn’t prepare his mind properly. There’s no time to process what’s happening.

Grant’s fight or flight instinct simply kicked in. Just as it would for any normal person. And, this same instinct of his told him to run away. To run as far as possible. Just as he did earlier after screaming at Yvonne.

Grant simply continued moving his chair back. Even with his hands and feet tied, he still has his beastly strength. Allowing him to make the chair almost skip every time he makes it move back. Yet all of this isn’t enough to let him escape from Daemon who finally caught up.

Without saying anything else, Daemon kicked Grant in the chest. Making the teen fall down to which, Grant felt like he’d really fall from the rooftop.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

He screamed again from the top of his lungs – making him almost lose consciousness. But instead of falling from a five-floor building, he only hit the floor of the rooftop. His head being the only exception as this is already hanging in the air.

“Shut up and listen to me okay?” Daemon said.

“I-I’m sorry Daemon…p-please don’t do this to me.” Grant simply said in reply. “I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t want to…”

Grant begged for his life. There is no trace of the proud instinctive bully that’s feared in the Academy at that moment. This is but an empty husk of who he normally is. A pathetic version who began to tear up.

“I don’t want to die.” He said as he began to bawl.

Then Daemon’s foot went back to his chair. Pushing it ever so slightly off the edge – making Grant scream and wail at the same time. He also began to feel weaker. His mind being a bit fuzzy. But this is nothing but a minor inconvenience that’s almost unnoticeable in the face of true death.

That’s when salvation is offered to him.

“I won’t push you off the rooftop.”

The words washed away all the fear that Grant felt and he clang to this right away. Making him look at Daemon who now added a condition for his life.

“Answer all my questions. Once you do, I’ll let you live.”

“R-Really?” Grant asked.

“Of course.” Daemon smirked. “Why would I lie?”

The agreement is made right away and Grant began to answer the questions raised one by one. Every time he did, he felt weaker and weaker and his sight dimmed. There’s a ringing in his ears that made it difficult to hear the questions and he spaced out from time to time as well.

But Grant did all he could to answer every question that Daemon raised. He followed the condition and, after what seemed to be an eternity, they finally finished.

“Alright, we’re done now.” Daemon said as he stood back up.

“r-really?” Grant asked in a faint tone. “s-so you’ll release me now right?”

The light of the moon began to come back. The dark clouds got swept away by the strong evening breeze and, with the glow of moonlight, Grant saw a clearer expression on Daemon’s face. One which has turned to a twisted smile.

“There’s no need for that anymore.” Daemon said.

“w-what?” Whatever strength left in Grant’s body left immediately. His face paled even more than it already is and his fingers trembled.

“You’re really an idiot aren’t you?” Daemon raised his uniform filled with blood as Where do you think all of this blood came from?”

A slow and frightening realization began to come to Grant. The pain he felt at the back of his head. The warm liquid that’s running down this spot. All of the blood on Daemon’s clothes. Even with his stupid mind, he’s able to make the connections and, this drew a look of true terror on his face.

The back of his head has a gapping wound and, blood has been pouring out of it since earlier.

“n…no…”

“You’ll die in a couple more minutes.” Daemon turned and left him.

Tied up and bleeding out to death.