Chapter One

<p>What is the thing in the world that makes you powerful? Fame? Money? Status?<br/>No. The thing that can make you powerful, is your face and your name. Hard to believe that your name can give you power? I thought the same. But then I understood some things in my life. And that changed me.<br/>Now the question arises. Who am I? How come, I, a character from a weird novel talking to you guys. Yep, I can see you all. I see you man, yep you. You lying on the bed, with your head resting on your hand, while you scroll down your screen to read more of my words.<br/>And I see you too. You look pretty, but not my taste type, girl. You look lavish, I guess. Me, I am just an ordinary person in this world, who can somehow talk to people who are not in my world.<br/>I am sure if people were to know what I do. They would surely think of me as a guy with loose wires in my brain.<br/>Well, that should be true. I do admit the fact.<br/>So, who am I. My name is Daniel Stein. I am Seventeen this year. And I am a high school student. I am not weak, but I do get bullied by the jocks of my school. But that's an everyday life for some. I am smart though. And that was another reason why I am currently getting beaten the shit out of myself.<br/>And the main reason for me getting thrashed in front of the entire school is because I decided to flirt with one of the famous cheerleader in my school, Alice Visby. Well she looks hot, so not my fault if I tried to flirt with her. And she was happy that I was flirting with her. But let's just say that her boyfriend didn't take it as easy as Alice did.<br/>Funny, when you think of it. I am just an ordinary guy, yet I am aiming for a cheerleader. Not that I think I am not worthy of her. But there is someone who ain't worthy among us, and that person is definitely not me.<br/>I am superior to all thes fools. Yes, I am getting beaten by these fools, who got more muscles than brains, but so what? Every Batman has a Joker. Every Ironman has a Whiplash, who stops him. But it is always the smarter ones, who come out at top.<br/>Well, Joker does win many times, but still. <br/>I coughed out blood, while the entire school just stayed there looking at me. Some snickering, while some were truly disturbed by the sight. Some couldn't even look at me straight. But we humans, like to see fight. The blood excites people. But if they accept the fact that they get excited by blood, they become monsters. Maybe that was why these people were fake pitying me.<br/>I didn't think I did something wrong in trying to flirt with Visby. I mean why should I? <br/>If given a chance, I would even love to have sex with her. I mean, why not?<br/>She is female, attractive. I am male, not so attractive. But I am sure my smart brain can equal out to my beauty. Or is it handsomeness they say.<br/>I touched my ribs as I was again kicked at my back. And it did hurt a lot.<br/>Maybe I would just pass out from all the pain. Thankfully I am strong, because I didn't tear or scream, for these bastards to enjoy. It was probably thanks to my stepdad, I guess.<br/>That bastard did pack a good punch. I laughed at the thought of my stepdad. Why?<br/>Because I am sure he would be proud of me, now. 'I ain't crying now. ', I thought while looking at the Jordans kicking me.<br/>My thought went back to a few years back.<br/>I sat alone on the wooden table. And in front of me was my stepdad, Jonathan Denvers. He laid on the ground, in a pool of blood. I couldn't help but smile to myself when I thought of the time, when I enjoyed stabbing him the knife.<br/>It did give me peace. And being the future smartest mind in the world. I obviously wiped out all of the evidences to prevent the law enforcement to think of me as the murderer. And truth be told, I didn't murder Jonathan. I just freed him from the world, and from the clutches of Alcohol.<br/>I was just a ten year old boy, who was unfortunate enough to see his father, getting murdered by a "robber" who had covered his face, in broad daylight.<br/>Everything calmed down around me. I was surprised to find that the continuous kick at me had stopped. Why?<br/>I raised my head to find a beautiful middle aged woman, who had a frown on her face, which just made her look more beautiful. That was our principal. I laughed as she was talking with the group of jocks, who did their best trying to say how I was at fault, since I was the one trying to flirt with Visby.<br/>I was probably a psycho, and people did understand that, because when I stood up, blood soaking my uniform, I walked away towards the school infirmary, with a smile on my face. <br/>It was probably that smile, that gave the students around me take a step back, probably from fright.<br/>The middle aged principal thought it was probably due to my stepfather getting killed in front of me, that I was different from others. It was clear from the worried look she had on her face, when she looked at me.<br/>That's when I lost my balance and fell down. She did rushed to help me up, but I stood up on my own, as I made my way to the infirmary.<br/>And unknown to myself, I had left a scary image of myself in the minds of all thes students who saw me. I became the nightmare for them, because none of them wanted to have anything to do with me since then.</p>