First Blood

First Chapter

The usual noise and clatter of a classroom. Pens dropping, rubbers flying and the rasping of the teacher's voice, trying to drill his knowledge into the unwilling students. Benjamin sighed, throwing his notebook on the floor and standing up. He felt the eyes drill into his back as he walked casually to the door. The teacher kept staring dumbfoundedly at him as he exited the class.

"H-Hey, wait" The teacher shouted after him, rushing to the door to get him back.

He was gone.

A slight murmur rose among the class as the teacher turned back to them, raising his voice to calm down the class. "Now now, back to the textbook, page 37"

Benjamin walked on, remembering he had left his bag in the class. Oh well. He could go for it later. As in tomorrow. He drew a deep sigh as he crossed the streets, watching out for incoming traffic. He was bored of class and had wanted to go training for a while at his house, better than class anyway. He finally reached his house, fishing the keys out of his pocket and inserting the house key into the lock. He opened the door and the empty house glared back at him as he made his way over to the dojo that had always been part of the house for as long as he could remember. He took off his uniform, changing into his sparring outfit. He then picked up the wooden bat, flourishing at the dummy staring blankly at him.

And he started hitting it.

He sighed as he made his way towards his bedroom wearing a towel, the sweet aroma of his shampoo tub surrounding him. He put on light clothes, staring around him as he threw the towel into the plastic container that housed all his dirty clothes. He brushed his hair up, picking up the container and heading downwards to the laundry room, where he dumped everything and threw in a cup of soap, setting it to clean up his clothes. He then went back to his bedroom, staring outside at the trees that grew in their orchid. His orchid. His parents had both died mysteriously and he had been living alone ever since. He felt solace in being invisible, the one guy nobody cared about. He didn't particularly fancy the girls that ran after him. They weren't ugly, hell some of them were quite hot, but he felt better staying alone in his own territory. He needed nobody. He was perfectly fine?

The sound of a bullet reached his ears as the feeling of something metal grazing his cheek could also be felt. A thin line of red streaked across his face and Benjamin wasted no time in ducking before the next bullet hit the spot his head had been in. Scrambling to his knees, he wasted no time in making his way down the stairs, rushing to the dojo to pick up the training bat. Swinging it around in his hand, he hid behind a wall, listening to the footsteps. As he noticed none were coming, in  a split second his eyes grazed the other entrance of the dojo, spotting the looming shadow, throwing himself down to the side as he threw the club with all of his strength. The shot flew past his head, the club hitting the attacker's legs and making him fall down, cursing in pain. Benjamin quickly got up, rushing over to his side as the man scrambled for the pistol. He kicked the man violently in the face with a sickening crunch as the man reeled back. All thoughts of acquiring the pistol abolished from his mind,  the man was then sat on by Ben as he demanded to know who had sent him. The man spit in his face, telling him that he will die. Infuriated, Benjamin punched his face as the man snapped back with a groan, spitting blood onto Ben's face. He continued punching him uncontrollably, turning his face into a bloody mess as he then stopped to take a breath. Listening closely, he could not hear anything else asides from his own breathing. He pulled his head down to the man's heart. Finding no pulse, he cursed himself, looking desperately around himself. He had just killed someone. He needed to hide the body. But where?