Caught

I walked into the cafeteria, and headed straight for the counter. Grabbing a heaping plate of meaty foods, and sitting down alone to eat it like usual. I was halfway through it when a second year sat across from me. This drew some of my attention, but I tried to ignore him as I ate.

"Who do you think you are?" The skinny flashy looking guy before me asked.

I swallowed, and stared at him for a second.

"I think I'm Wyatt Nix," I replied sarcastically, "I'm eating so could you leave me alone."

The guy in front of me stared at me for a second as rage built up in his eyes.

"IDIOT!" He slammed my tray off the table.

My tray flipped in the air. Landing squarely on the ground with my food facing down. I felt my chest go tight as my heart rate picked up. My hand was on the back of his head, and slamming it into the table so fast. The bang of face to surface of the metal table resounded throughout the room as silence fell.

I was grabbed by two second years from behind as the guy in front of me stumbled to his feet. Blood running from his nose like a small river. I'd known the second years were behind me, and that I was going to get in trouble with them when I hit their buddy. I just hadn't cared when I'd seen my food had hit the ground. The guy in front of me was sloppily wiping blood off his face as he spit it out of his mouth.

"Who the hell?" He headed towards the three of us angrily, "You really need to learn how low on the totem pole you really are."

I snorted out a laugh. He'd didn't like that.

"You sound funny with your nose all plugged up like that," I smirked.

He grabbed my shoulder. Pain flared through me like I was being burned. I didn't react much since I was quickly becoming accustomed to pain.

Ability use detected. Unable to block currently. Resistance +1.

My lack of reaction seemed to bother him.

"Let's teach him a real lesson," Broken nose guy looked at the two guys holding me.

I was yanked along like a rag doll. Still pretty hungry as I was yanked out of the cafeteria. I didn't bother arguing with them. There was no point. Guys like this wouldn't listen to a weakling like me.

No one tried to stop them. They were high level second years. There probably weren't many first years that could. I just let them drag me along. I'd already fought back more than I should have.

I tried to pull out of their grip every once in a while. I didn't want to look like I was willing just in case someone saw them yanking me around. Someone who could get me out of this shit, but I wasn't that lucky. I was drug into a gym like area similar to the room where the first years did their fitness class, but much bigger. I was tied to a set of reinforced climbing bars.

I tested the ropes but I didn't have enough strength to break them right now. The guy with the broken nose went, and sat on a bench by himself cussing me out quietly for breaking his nose as he worked on stopping the bleed. The other two stayed close to me.

"Where's Baron?" Bloody nose dude complained.

"He's fucking coming Jeremy," the dude on my left complained, "If you want to hurry him up go, and fucking get him yourself."

"Fuck off," Jeremy stood up, "Did you see what that fucker did to my face?"

"You're the one that got too close to him," the dude on my left clearly had had enough of Jeremy.

I chuckled from where I was tied. That got me a cheap shot to the gut from the quiet guy on my right. Anger flashed through me as I strained against the ropes again. My murderous intent flowed freely like a river, but they weren't affected by it very much. That anger in my eyes got me another cheap shot from the guy on the right.

That pissed me off even more, but not wasn't the time to act on it. I dropped my head as if I was submitting but I wasn't able to pull the rage, and blood lust back in. I was just too pissed for that. Most of the first years didn't stand a chance against me in actual combat. I didn't know what I would do when this Baron kid got here.

He sounded like more trouble than I wanted to deal with right now. The two gut shots were painful, but they didn't do much damage, and had already started to heal. I was waiting for them to do something to me, but we just sat there for about an hour. I was almost fully healed by the time this Baron kid came in. He had two guys backing him as well.

He looked an awful lot like Luke. This guy had to be his brother or cousin or something.

"Let me guess," I raised my head slowly to look at his group a little closer, "This has something to do with Luke."

"Shut it," Baron punched me in the gut.

It felt like he'd rearranged my insides with that one hit. The copper taste of blood was in my mouth. It felt like I'd bitten my tongue. System my hp.

15/30 hp.

I couldn't take any more hits like that. I coughed as I tried to bring air back into me. I just focused on taking little breaths. I couldn't breath in fully right now. It just hurt too much.

I kept my eyes on him as fresh rage rushed through me, but I didn't act on it. I wanted to act on it. I wanted to hit him back so much it hurt. My defiant look made him hit me again. I was doubled over for a few seconds or at least as far doubled over as I could get while my hands were tied.

Health less than 25%. Berserker rage activated. All stats returned to normal.

My vision went red as I straightened out slowly. My face disturbingly blank as my murderous intent intensified. I yanked hard. The bars groaned as I pulled harder, and harder. I could feel the rope giving under the pressure.

Baron struck me in the gut again.

Hp has reached 0. Mp exchanging for hp. Hp 30/30.

I could breath freely again, and my strength seemed to increase a little now that I could breath freely. The bars started bending slightly under the pressure. I yanked my hands out of the now loosened ropes. Grabbing at Baron as he knocked me away like a rag doll. This guy had learned to maximize his strength with his ability.