Silas clenched his fists as he saw Carter walk inside the room. 'This asshole, he just acts like he's polite but in reality? It's all different.'

He looked down at his hands, slightly releasing his fingers. 'Wasn't I like Dylan too?' He shut his eyes closed.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

There was a group of five people circling around a boy. They were taunting, punching, and kicking the boy; the laughter remained the same the entire time.

"What is it, Silas? Is your mommy not gonna come and save you today?"

Silas clenched his fists, tears were welling up in his eyes. "Uh... uh.. I'm so sorry, please let me go. I'll never come out and play."

The other boy kicked Silas right in his gut, voice came loud and the tone was filled with mockery. "Why will you not come? If you don't come, then it'll be so boring for us."

One boy leaned down slightly, grabbed Silas by his head, and gave a small smile. "You're our friend, Silas." Then banged it down on the ground.

Silas was wheezing, tears were rolling down from his eyes, his voice came out shaky. "I-I'm sorry..."

A loud horn came from their side; it was a police car.

The kids looked toward where the sound had come from, their heads turning in unison.

They kicked Silas for the last time and ran away. Silas was still there on the ground, his face in the dirt.

He slightly pushed himself up, brushed all of the dust from his clothes, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

'I can't let mom know that I got beaten up by the kids once again.'

He started walking towards his home. He reached there in a few minutes. He pushed the door open with a low CREAK.

"Mom, I'm back." His voice came steady, trying his best to hide the pain behind it.

Without wasting any time, he went to the kitchen. He took a cup of instant noodles from the shelves and poured boiling water into it.

He grabbed the cup, put in a fork, and took it to the room which was connected to the kitchen.

The room was not very big. The surroundings were plain, and there was only one window in the room. Through it, the rays of the setting sun were entering inside.

There was a single bed in the corner of the room; his mom was lying on top of it.

Silas made his way to her and put the noodles on the table that was kept next to the bed.

He then rushed back to the washroom, picked up a bucket of cold water and a fresh cloth, and took them back to the room.

He changed the old cloth with the new cold cloth and put it on his mother's forehead.

"Mom, eat up. Then you have to take your meds too."

A small tired smile tucked onto her lips as she struggled to get up, her voice coming low. "Did you finish playing with your friends, son?"

Silas didn't show any signs of weakness as he reached out for the cup of noodles. "Yeah, I played with my friends, and we played basketball today."

Silas's eyes fell onto Carter once again as his voice came out low. "This person is like them too, finding it fun to hurt the weak."

His fists clenched, a vein popped up on his forehead. Ragnar noticed that Silas's pulse was beating faster than usual. He jumped onto Silas's lap and started licking his hand.

A small smile curled up on Silas's face as he patted Ragnar and said, "Was my anger too obvious?"

Ragnar looked straight into Silas's eyes as he howled slightly.

A small chuckle left Silas's mouth as he said, "Yeah, that's my fault, Ragnar. I'm sorry about that."

[So, that's why you're such a loner, host.]

A vein popped up on Silas's neck and his fists clenched. 'Why the fuck do you know about it?'

[I can sense your thoughts, host.]

[Your past is sad, awww. ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)]

'Don't fucking awww me, you fucking blue screen.'

[I'm sorry that you faced that, host. I'd like to know more about your past.]

'No, you don't have to know about it. You or anyone else—no one has to know about it.'

[You're being weird today, host.]

'Let's focus on the tournament, yeah?'

The announcer's voice came roaring through the speakers once again. "And it's time for the second match of the day."

He took a small pause and then roared once again. "Carl Cena VS Taylor Winds."

Both of the participants made their way towards the match room, and when they reached there, they greeted each other.

"The match begins."

Both of them rushed forward, took their swords out of their sheaths, and swung with the intent to kill.

The blades touched and produced sparks. Carl kicked Taylor in the chest, but Taylor didn't budge and returned the kick with a hit from the back of the sword's hilt.

Carl's head got hit with the hilt as his tongue got bitten by his teeth. An iron taste filled his entire mouth as a bit of blood also came out.

Then Carl kicked Taylor in the ribs and swung his sword, slashing Taylor's thigh slightly.

Taylor had already twisted his body to dodge the slash, but it was still brushed slightly by the blade.

He tried to make a bit of distance between them, but Carl followed behind and kicked Taylor in the gut. A punch to his jaw followed right behind the kick.

Taylor's eyes rolled upwards, his eyeballs started to turn white. He still tried to swing his sword to land a final hit on Carl, but he failed.

Carl had already hit Taylor in the gut with the back of his sword.

Taylor fell onto the floor, his eyes turning completely white and his skin pale.

Carl raised both of his hands into the air, a loud voice leaving his mouth. "I won, Lord Carter!" he shouted.

Carter was watching the match through the screen, his voice coming low. "Disgusting asshole." He muttered under his breath.

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