I Am Selfish

I am selfish. The laws I proclaimed to abide by make it so that I put myself before anybody else.

That is what I have always done and what I will always continue to do. I will not go out of my way to meddle with what is beyond my capacity.

However!! This?!!! This situation isn't beyond my capacity.

I had the guts to face two horrendous beasts with strength that could tear an ordinary man limb from limb apart.

Yet, I survived that encounter.

Call it luck, a twist of fate. I agree with that.

Frankly, I can't say how I survived but I know that I did. I faced off against beasts the likes of which had never been found on earth.

Beasts that make my aunt's husband look no little than a toddler before their presence.

At this moment, I wasn't afraid of my aunt's husband.

This is not me of four years ago who turned a blind eye to his actions, and certainly, not me of three, two or one years ago who spent his life in a constant circle.

No. The current me is someone who has had an absurd shit happen to him. I have gone to hell and back so who the hell does he think he is?!!

I am angry!!

I don't know why but strangely enough, I find myself getting more agitated than necessary.

The past me would have walked out of the house when I heard the sound. And even if I did not walk out, I would have stood like my cousin with that expressionless and lifeless face, watching the scene unfold.

But this current me? He is furious. Too furious that I find it hard to contend my rage.

I fear what I would do to my aunt's husband if I were to lash out at him in my current situation.

"Take my hand". I suggested to my aunt who hesitated to grab the hand I had stretched out.

My thoughts were befuddled, my mind clouded by rage but I managed to stay sane through it all.

The trick was focusing on one goal, getting my aunt from the floor and having her in a comfortable situation.

"You little shit! Did you just fucking ignore me right now".

He came to me and grabbed me from behind by wrapping his palm around my neck.

"You bastard of a kid. Who the hell do you think you are".

As he spoke, he pressed down his palm on my neck and slammed my face on the floor.

I was... Without pain.

With his leg, he marched down on my body like a pebble, and I felt nothing as his feet stormed my face and every other part of my body.

Back then as well when the macro Scorpio sent my body crashing into a tree, I was surprisingly quick to get up and hardly felt any pain.

This could mean I had acquired some sort of resistance toward pain. Some of the benefits of my changing body. I assume.

I was also able to bring down the door with just a push of my leg.

Enhanced strength, resistance to pain, enhanced hearing and sight.

I could feel myself straying away from the norms.

Under normal circumstances, it would be a cause for question. But not these circumstances. In a situation like this, the changes in my body are a blessing rather than a curse.

'!!!!!!!!'.

'Wha- What the hell was that!!'. I thought with an alarming tone.

I felt something. It was brief but I felt it. Overwhelming, Oppressive, and Dominant.

That moment when you have a knife placed on your throat, already cutting halfway through. It was that feeling I perceived.

That death was nearby, creeping up my body and aiming to devour me.

But how strange?!! That feeling was not aimed at me. Rather, it was directed toward my aunt's husband.

'From where!!'.

I wasn't able to track down the source. The feeling had spread everywhere, oozing to every corner of the room.

It was... Sickening.

Just as I was searching, the feet of my aunt's husband came within view and pressed my eyes to the floor once more.

I have had enough of this.

The only reason why I did not take immediate action was out of consideration for what would become of my aunt.

But that does not matter now, does it? Irrespective of what I do, my aunt's husband will not desist from his aggressive habit.

The best thing to do is hit him hard, enough to insert the fear of my name into him.

I will hyperbolically carve out his heart and on it, I will imprint my name in red-white paint so that when he sees or hears of me, he will shriek in fear.

He was about to bring down his leg on me when I ducked by rolling my body to the side.

I hastily got up faster than his leg could touch the ground, and then I charged at him.

I got to him with my clenched fist thrust toward him.

My fist connected as my body lept off the floor so I could cover the height distance between his left cheek and my fist.

He was swept off his feet and sent flying before eventually coming to a halt by crashing through the wall.

I went to the wall and dragged him out of the hole he crashed into.

For the record, the hole wasn't there before. It was made after he crashed into it. That was just how powerful my punch had become.

I could send a grown man through a wall with just one punch! I... I terrify myself!!

I was holding him by his hand when I saw that he had already passed out.

"Pathetic!". I muttered, enough for my aunt who was lying beside me to hear what I said.

She had a shocked expression on her face. I can't blame her. After all, the strength I was exerting was not within the realm of normal.

But I couldn't be bothered about that. This man needs to be taught a lesson, and that is what I had planned to do.

I clenched my fist and brought his face closer to me. Passing out does not excuse him from the beating I had prepared for him.

"Raul!!!". My aunt yelled out abruptly as I was about to have my fist make contact with his jaw.

She gave me that look, and I understood her demands.