Starting Place for Boy #33
Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 6:49 pm
If there was one thing that Cole Hudson hated, it was arrogance. It was the very reason that he despised the student body at his high school, and the very reason that many of them hated him. Cole himself was not much of an arrogant lad, but his form of retaliation against the arrogant leadership of the student body had been a series of scathing criticisms as to how the present leadership was ruining the school. He had recieved quite a few beatings because of the articles, but he kept writing, knowing that one day, he would be able to pay back, with interest, those who wronged him.
Today was that day.
Upon awakening, Cole had gone over the events of the past few hours in his head. To say that Cole was worried would be completely wrong. To say that he was almost enjoying the opportunity to end the lives of several of his classmates was probably an accurate description for it. Upon his awakening on the outside of the makeshift hospital, Cole had surveyed his surroundings. At present, there was not a soul in sight. As he emptied his bag, he was strangely pleased at the weapon that his captors had given him.
It would now be time to wreak havoc amongst those that have wronged me, for I am the Game. I am the living embodiement of Triple H. I am the real deal. I am the Game, and the Game will end you.
It had all become so clear to him now. Cole Hudson was meant to kill. The sledgehammer, like that of WWE wrestler Triple H, would put him in a position of power. It would help him repay those who had wronged him. It was a part of him now. The day of reckoning would come for all those who stood in his path.
But...
But Cole pulled himself back to reality. These were his classmates. Some of whom he actually kind of liked. He felt that to lose his grip on his sanity would be his undoing.
Cole shivered. It would be a dark night to come, indeed.
Today was that day.
Upon awakening, Cole had gone over the events of the past few hours in his head. To say that Cole was worried would be completely wrong. To say that he was almost enjoying the opportunity to end the lives of several of his classmates was probably an accurate description for it. Upon his awakening on the outside of the makeshift hospital, Cole had surveyed his surroundings. At present, there was not a soul in sight. As he emptied his bag, he was strangely pleased at the weapon that his captors had given him.
It would now be time to wreak havoc amongst those that have wronged me, for I am the Game. I am the living embodiement of Triple H. I am the real deal. I am the Game, and the Game will end you.
It had all become so clear to him now. Cole Hudson was meant to kill. The sledgehammer, like that of WWE wrestler Triple H, would put him in a position of power. It would help him repay those who had wronged him. It was a part of him now. The day of reckoning would come for all those who stood in his path.
But...
But Cole pulled himself back to reality. These were his classmates. Some of whom he actually kind of liked. He felt that to lose his grip on his sanity would be his undoing.
Cole shivered. It would be a dark night to come, indeed.