The Mysterious Demon

-Nickolas’ POV-

To be a street fighter you must not be going to school. There was no way in hell that a street fighter could be able to go to school in this much pain and this tired every time they go to fight. There was just no fucking way.

I wouldn’t go to school today either if I didn’t want to let out my anger on someone deserving. The pain that I currently had on my way to school only made me angrier. I may not have the ability to beat The Mysterious Demon but there was a girl just like her that I was ready to use as a replacement.

I drove my Audi R8 speedily with Zack sitting next to me. Jason would drive the rest with him. I spent years making money for this $136, 000 car. It had been my dream car ever since I laid eyes on it. Getting the money wasn’t easy though and it wasn’t the most honest way of making money either but I’m a gang leader, nothing I did was honest.

My gang was in charge of a lot of drug transportation all over the world. I had members almost everywhere, all trained and all strong. This car was a trophy of our success.

When I made it into the school parking lot, something interesting caught my eye. It was Dominic’s motorbike. A Suzuki Hayabusa ABS Z worth around $15, 000 and I hated to admit it but it was beautiful. It was beautiful enough for me to hate it. I hated her for having it. How could she afford it anyway?

I heard a whistle from next to me and I see Zack looking at the bike that I was looking at. “Demonic’s right?” He asks and I nod grudgingly. “Do you think she works some kind of job which helped her pay for it?” I shrug, “she misses a lot of schools so probably.” I say monotone but then an idea crosses through my mind.

“Let’s crash it.”

“What?! Nick are you crazy?! You don’t need to go that far!” I ignore his protests and start speeding ahead. “Nick!” Crash. I open my eyes and grin. Her bike was thrashed. My car was surprisingly undamaged which made the whole thing even better.

After parking my car which held a silent Zack, I got out and started looking for my poor victim.

I walked into the building with confidence and anger. Without much effort, I found Dominic by her locker. She looked calm and at peace and I was ready to ruin it. I slammed her locker onto her fingers and smirked at her pain. She looked into her eyes and I was caught off guard slightly, I felt as if I was looking at myself before I was reminded it was the girl I hated.

“What? Did one of your flings dump you?” She tried to insult but I didn’t let her have that pleasure. So I proceeded by strangling her. I had a bruise on my neck from where The Mysterious Demon strangled me yesterday and I felt like giving Dominic the same one. We had the same eyes why not share the same pain?

However, when I was caught back to her eyes, the way she was looking at me, the pain, the loneliness that I could see. It reminded me…

I tried threatening her in order to make myself feel better but it didn’t work. My chest tightening and my hand almost shook when her warm hand landed on top of it. Guilt ran through me. For the first time, I felt guilty. She reminded me so much… of me. “Tell me what’s wrong.” She whispered and it made it seem as if she really wanted to help me.

Could she understand me? I asked myself, softening my grip and getting ready to say something when suddenly I heard my friends coming around the corner. I snapped out of this train of thought and masked my weak state with anger again, pushing her harsher than I had wanted and walked away letting Blake clean up my mess.

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A few hours past and it was lunch period. I walked up to my car in order to get my food, leaving my guys to go to the cafeteria. My mind was running while my face staid monotone. Something hadn’t felt right since my encounter with Dominic that morning.

Speaking of which, just as I was going to close my door, I see her walking up to her bike. I swallow in guilt when I see her swipe some dust off of the crashed vehicle. I was surprised since I had expected her to cry but instead, she went around and inspected its damage, standing it up again with ease despite it being really heavy.

After looking at it a bit more she sighs with what seemed like disappointment and takes out her phone, calling someone with her back to me.

“Xavier? Hey.” She said in a low voice. It was filled with upset which makes me soften and ignore my curiosity towards whoever Xavier was. “I’m going to be a little late, my bikes trashed.” she says and there’s a silence before she replies, ” I’m sorry ‘aight? I won’t be late again.” She promises followed by another silence and then she finally breaks, “I’m not going to fucking leave it here Xavier!” She shouted “You know exactly why! This bike meant a lot to my stepbrother and it means a lot to me too!” Another pang of guilt waved through my body. “You know what? Fuck you.” She continues after and then rolls her eyes before hanging up.

After that I watched her take a box of cigarettes from inside her pocket, making my eyes widen as she lights one up and put it in her mouth. I couldn’t help but feel upset with her.

I slowly started walking towards her, unsure of what compelled me to do so. “I didn’t know you smoke,” I say but she doesn’t face me. “Since when did you know anything about me?” I felt hurt at her cold tone but pushed it back. “Smoking’s bad for you, you know that, why do you do it?” I ask, for some reason finding myself concerned. I transport drugs, probably the last person you’d want to hear this from but I know the harm in all of these things hence why I never touch them myself.

“My stepbrother used to smoke. I just picked up his habit.” “But he ‘used to’, meaning he must not do it anymore,” I argue, trying to win our little debate. She turns her head to me, looking me over before looking down. “My stepbrother’s dead.”

Silence came between us. I knew the pain of losing family even if I may not have been old enough to witness it, my parents both died shortly after my birth and I found out about them when I was around 10. It was hard, always has been, even if I didn’t know them. I could almost imagine what she’s going through.

“I’m sorry,” I say. Shocked to find myself apologizing but not regretful. She takes out her cigarette from her mouth and puts it on top of the seat with her hands laid flat next to it.

“He died on this bike. Got shot by some gang members on his way home. It broke a lot of me.” I looked at her with sympathy. “Where do you live? I can drop you home.” I say. I was responsible after all.

Dominic looked up at me again but this time she smirked. “Feeling guilty for wrecking my bike Sector?” She taunts before chuckling. I’m shocked for a moment, “How did you know it was me?” “The bike has a camera built into it, I knew you broke it the minute it was broken,” She replies making me swallow. “And you’re not mad?” I ask cautiously. Women were unpredictable with their moods after all.

She turns back to her bike again. “Nah, after my adoptive parents were killed, all of me broke. Nothing else bothers me anymore.”

She was adopted,

Just like me.

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