Escape and Planning

Ri-me stood frozen in the silent yard, his eyes wide with a fear he had never felt before. The rage and hatred he had felt moments ago were gone, replaced by a cold, numbing horror.

He had killed them with a word. The truth of what he had done slammed into him like a physical blow. He slowly backed away from the bodies, his legs shaking so badly he could barely stand.

A sudden, terrible silence fell over the yard, snapping him out of his trance. Panic took over. He spun around and ran, not with purpose, but with the wild, blind fear.

He ran out of the abandoned building's gate and onto the dark streets. The city lights grew thin, and his heart pounded in his ears, his mind replaying the thud of the bodies hitting the ground.

He kept running, his lungs burning and his legs aching. He was running from the dead, from the power inside him, and from the terrible new secret he had just made his own. He was getting closer to his home near the city's end, but the fear was running with him.

A man with tired eyes, Detective Z, stood on the roof of a low building, drinking from a cup of coffee. He was watching the quiet streets below. He saw a boy running hard, his head down, moving with a kind of wild panic.

"What's his problem?" Z said to himself,Taking another drink. "Is he late or what?" He didn't think much of it and sat back down in his chair, watching the sun begin to set over the city.

Meanwhile, Ri-me kept running until he reached his house at the city's end. His lungs burned, and his legs ached, but the fear of what he had done pushed him forward.

He fumbled with the keys, finally finding the right one, and put it in the lock of his front gate. He opened the gate, went inside, and then closed it slowly and quietly behind him.

He went to the front door, unlocked it, and quickly entered his dark, silent home. He closed the door behind him and locked it tight.

Ri-me closed and locked the door behind him. The dark house was silent and cold. He was still breathing hard, his body shaking. He turned around to face the living room and saw his father sitting in his chair.

His father looked at him, his face full of worry. "What took you so long again, son?" he asked. "Was it work again, or something else? Because you look panicked."

Ri-me took a deep breath, slowly

forcing himself to seem calm. He looked his father in the eyes, a lie coming to his lips. "Nothing else, dad," Ri-me said, his voice a little shaky. "Just my work was very much today, and that's why I was panicking because I was getting late for home. The sun started to set."

His father's worried eyes looked him over, seeing past the forced calm. He saw the scrapes on Ri-me’s hands and the dark bruises on his arm. His father gently took Ri-me’s arm in his hands, his face full of new worry.

"What are these for, son?" he asked, his voice low. "How did you get so hurt?"

Ri-me quickly pulled his arm back, a sudden fear in his eyes.

"Nothing, Dad," Ri-me said, his voice quiet. "While I was running, I tripped hard and fell. I took a lot of damage on the cement."

His father looked at his son's pale face and believed the lie easily. He let Ri-me go, his worry still clear on his face. Ri-me quickly went upstairs to his room.

As he changed his clothes, his mind was a messy blur of fear and shock. He took off the clothes from the outside world and put on his home clothes.

He then sat on his chair and, with a heavy mind, fell into a short, deep sleep for one or two hours. He woke up with a start, still feeling tired and sick.

He went to the washroom to wash his face with cold water, looking at his pale face in the mirror. He then went downstairs to eat.

He went into the kitchen and found his father had already cooked food for him. The warm smell of it helped him feel a little better.

He sat down at the table and lifted a plate that was covering the food. He put that plate on top of another one and looked at the fried rice his father had made. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

Ri-me ate his fried rice, but he didn't taste it. His mind was replaying the scene in the abandoned yard over and over.

He saw the bullies' faces, their shouts of fear, and the final, heavy thud of their bodies hitting the ground. The cold shock he had felt began to fade.

A new feeling, strange and dark, took its place.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. A chilling thought that made him feel a cold, quiet happiness. He had not just gotten lucky. He had been given a power.

A real power. He thought back to all the things he had hated: the rude people, their stupid beliefs, and their bad behavior.

He thought about a man who yelled at the innocent boy, the girls who laughed at others, and the way the world was so unfair,how he was treated in school and in public,how they didn't care,. He had been given a way to fix it all, a way to take his own kind of justice.

The thought was a terrible comfort, and it made him want to finish his food quickly.

As soon as Ri-me finished his meal, he went upstairs. The dark, chilling idea of justice was a fire in his mind.

He opened his books and finished all his work in just 15 minutes, his mind clear and sharp for the first time in a long time.

When he was done, he turned off his light and laid down on his bed. He didn't just lay there to sleep, but to wait for the world to turn. He was no longer just a boy who hated the world. He had a plan.

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