Chapter 3: Beginnings; Extreme Measures
After taking the ninth vial, an overwhelming surge of strength and certainty washed over me. I didn’t need to test it—no human, not even Randy, could defeat me now. My instincts confirmed my newfound invincibility. With a determined resolve, I headed to school to finish what I had started.
Collins was beside me
“Hey, what’s going on with you lately? Why have you been picking fights with Randy on purpose?” He asked me.
His voice laced with concern as he feared Randy’s notorious retaliation was a problem for him too.
I said nothing, my focus fixed entirely on my fight.
“You’re scaring me, man. Whatever’s happening, please stop. We only have one year left—let’s just endure until then,” he pleaded. It was fear guiding his heart. But something had to be done!
“I won’t stop until he apologizes on his knees,” I replied.
“Who are you talking about?" He asked, fear evident in his yes. "Randy? You know that’s impossible. You’re just going to make things worse for all of us!”
“I guess we’ll see about that,” I pressed on.
I made up my mind. It was time to rip it apart, my bad karma with Randy.
Upon arriving in class, I immediately made my way toward Randy’s group. They sat together, their faces marked with remnants of pain from our recent battles—their sides plastered with pain-relief patches.