Cleric or Necromancer?

Prologue: 1

Cleric or Necromancer?

Prologue: 1

Hello, my name is Ted Little. I am an average kid in high school. Ok...correction...below average kid. Alright...short, ugly, stupid, well below average by a tad, in all those aspects. I wear glasses, have dirty blonde hair and my family is around average, not too rich, but not begging for basic needs either. As I walked to school I walk with great boredom. I wasn't bullied at all but at the same time I avoided becoming a target for bullies in the first place. Not interest in girls at school either...no, I’m not gay. It’s just that they are all out of my league by miles, so what's the point? I mean, no point getting worked up over something that won't happen.

I walk to my first period classroom and take my seat. It’s right by the oak door of the classroom. The door is weirdly set so that my desk is at the center left of the classroom. The chalkboard is a little to the left and my vision with the aid of my glasses makes for easy reading what the teacher writes on the board. English class starts and I’m already bored. My grammar is terrible and I have no use for English in the future. It's not like I’m going to be a writer or a journalist or a lawyer for that matter. My dad has it set so that I could work at the same factory as him for the rest of my life. Having your whole life planned out and guaranteed was a real stress reliever. I mean, most of the kids were shitting their pants over getting into college or university, while I just sat back relaxed and concentrated on getting my homework done. The one skill I did have, if you can call it one, was that I had Hyperthymesia. Basically what it means is that when I start thinking about my memories, my mind drifts and I almost end up stuck reliving the past. Which means time will fly by without me actually realizing any time had passed by. While it does result in a perfect or near perfect memory from what my doctor told me, I most likely will have a hard time doing any job that requires change, as moving by memory would greatly benefit me. So basically a factory job was perfect for me. While sitting in class I had drifted off into my memories I hadn't realized that the scene around me had changed. Waking up from my memory or “dream state” dubbed by the class. Thankfully they don't tease me too much over it.

I look up to see a barrel of a gun. I look further up to see a guy in a mask looking down at me. He has grayish blue vibrant eyes. I look around the classroom. No one else is in here with me other than the man.

“Where is everyone else?”

“In the gym”

“Um...what's with the hostages?”

“Just want something from a certain student is all”

“Oh, do I need to go to the gym too?

“Yes”

“oh...okay”

I raise my hands and slowly get up, I mean, who wants to get their brains “accidentally” blown out because they didn't move slowly enough. We depart and head towards the gym. We arrived and saw the rest of the school is in the gym. I take a seat like everyone else and sit calmly. From the looks of it, they haven't killed anyone and they haven't demanded anything from the police. The other students seem scared and tremble in their chairs. Since I am innocent, they won't kill me as killing hostages would put them in a bad position. So I decide to replay a pleasant memory in front of my eyes, kind of like a movie. I hardly ever do this as I can never figure out how long it will take or how long it will last.

The memory is from my childhood, swinging on the swings with normal kids acting like a normal child. The Hyperthymesia didn't really start to noticeable affect me until I turned 12. After that, I used it whenever my parents fought at the table or when I was bored and had time to kill. The trait had caused me to have few friends and never join a club as “blanking out” in the middle of a sport could turn out quite dangerous for me. After the pleasant memory ended I woke up again.

Seems the gym is fairly quiet. I turn to my left and then to my right. My face pales. The two people beside me are corpses. I look back up at the stage. One of the guys points to me while puking

“Crazy f*cking bastard! 5 people around him get shot in the head and he doesn't even f*cking flinch,”

5? I turn around to see 3 more bodies. Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts! My mind drifts off again to a different memory of when my mom was still alive. She had cancer at the time, and I was sleeping in her lap at home. Must have been around when I was 3 or 4 years old. It’s been a long time since I have recalled that memory. My mind is abruptly ripped back to reality when I am slapped.

I look up again and 3 more bodies have been mutilated in front of me. I look up at the man in front of me. He is the same one earlier who had brought me to the gym. I looked down at the bodies. Looks like someone carved them up with a knife and had brutally butchered them. It made me want to vomit and run as far away as I could, but what he says next, surprises me

“If you fuck the girl behind you, I will let her and you leave this place alive. Got it?”

I turn around to see the prettiest girl in the school. She was completely stripped of her clothes and crying. But what made me more confused is that the gym was full of dead bodies. It appears that only she and I were left.

“I don't have all day mutt! If you two want to live then fuck, and bitch, no holding back! Give him some good head.”

This was really fucked up I had never, in my wildest dreams, wanted to do something like this. It was gross and humiliating, not only for me, but the girl in front of me. Did I mention her name was Julia Medeiros? I probably didn't. I simply stood there, looking at her. So to my surprise she started taking off my clothes while crying. Seems her will to live was large, much larger, then my own. Then an explosion sounded from the front of the school, knocking her over. The man in front of me fell over and dropped two things. They rolled towards me and I hid them with my feet. He got up

“You three idiots! Help the men at the front! We need more time.”

The three men behind him, which I had just now noticed were there, ran towards the front of the school. He then looked back at us.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

Julia crawled over and continued while the crazy man in front of me grabbed a chair and started jerking off, much to my disgust. She had tears running down her eyes while she kissed me. Seems I wasn't her first pick to have sex with. Can't argue with her though as she is way out of my league. I lean forward stuffing my face in her tits. At the same time I grabbed the two things the guy in front of us had dropped. As I move back I hand her one. Then all I heard was a huge explosion and saw the school walls coming down with the ceiling.

All I have to say is, this is the most f*cked up way for me to die. Never thought I would go out motor-boating the hottest chick in school surrounded by the dead bodies of my fellow classmates and teachers.

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