The Unnatural -- Prologue

[Anidee]

The Unnatural By Anidee


Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Genre: AU, Supernatural/Suspense

AN: Hmm..some told me this fic was weird. Hehehe~ There will be graphic violence in future chapters, so you've been warned


Prologue






"You're a weirdo! Your whole family is a weirdo!" A stout little boy with trembling cheeks pointed his sausage finger at a classmate, who was seated at his desk reading a book.


The seated boy slowly looked up at the plump dunce who began to aggravate his nerves. He let out a brief sigh before calmly responding. "Stop this foolishness Bort. You're getting on my nerves."


Bort managed to widened his narrow slits of eyes in shock, before turning into a crimson shade of red, infuriated by the boy's remark. He took a step closer to him. "What did you say?"


"You heard me. Or are you deaf and dumb?"


The kids surrounding the two boys started to laugh, further incensing the fat bully. He curled his stubby fingers into a fist, ready to take a punch at this jester who dared to humiliate him. "You better apologize you little twit, or I'm gonna...I'm gonna.."


"Gonna do what?" The boy sharply retorted; a disgusted look crossing his features. He was getting tired of this frivolous confrontation, initiated by none other than the class dunce.


Bort was shaking with anger, his whole body jiggling before his eyes. No one ever stood up to him. He was the strongest kid in the class, and every fourth grader in the entire school knew better than to enrage him. Acting on indignant impulse, he snatched the book from the insolent brat and began to tear its pages apart. The whole class gasped at his actions. Bort smeared a smug look on his large face as he stomped on the book, strewn all over the floor.


The seated boy arose. The class fell into a vacuum of silence, wondering what would happen next. They watched on as the boy looked intensely into Bort's eyes. The plump bully stared back, a smirk featuring on his greasy lips. But that smirk soon evaporated and the chubby lad looked uneasy. The intense boy made his way toward Bort, with each step, looking deadlier.


Bort shook again, attempting to articulate words that refused to surface. Instead, everybody saw his chin wobbling and his face gorged with sweat.


"Pp-please...don't...." Bort took a trembling step back. The boy stopped mid-stride, venomous eyes fixated on his target. As he took a small step forward, Bort's terror intensified. The frightened bully desperately urged his eyes to look away, but the effort was of no avail. The proximity between them was now only a mere two yards.


While one boy was rocking with trepidation, the other was uncannily calm. He stood like a life-like statue, not a sliver of breath escaping his rigid form. Time seemed to stop as every living being in the room ceased to move. No words were said, not even the fluttering of heartbeats was perceived. Then without warning, the boy suddenly screamed. Bort gave a short yelp before chairs from all directions slammed against his portly body. With a loud thud, the fat boy fell on the floor, laying in an unconscious heap; blood oozing out from the side of his skull that made contact with one of the wooden chairs.


" What's going on?" The teacher had come back after making copies of the reading exercises. She shrieked when she saw Bort's listless figure laying on the ground, wading in its own blood.


The class however, didn't notice their teacher shrieking or calling for help. They looked on in horror at the young boy, trying to grasp what happened at a blink of an eye. Although the boy did not touch Bort, all knew that it was clearly him that manipulated the chairs to attack. And still they looked on, transfixed in their positions, unable to think or move but look at him in a dumbfounded statement.


The boy in the center kept his Prussian blue eyes focused on Bort's bloody form. He ran a hand through his tousled, brown hair and smiled.