The Return of RevengeAt last you are done with your endless nightmares and torments about the education system, mad with lust for the ultimate revenge! But first, you will have to overpower those who have restricted your freedom since your creation by putting you in the prison of school, and annihilate their influence from your presence!
You sit still in your room, attempting to scribble about how to do this, on a piece of paper. Slowly, you indeed discover what has to be done to destroy the devilish bodies. You wait past midnight to ensure that you shall not be disturbed, and move past a corridor, which appears not to have been used for a very long duration, as it is filled with pathetic insects and pests, which are all buzzing around you. Under your breath, you faintly open a wooden door in worn condition to arrive in a disorganised dorm filled with the dirtiness of what appears to be rat excrement everywhere.
Searching slowly in what you figured out was your parents’ secret basement, you discover a drawer that has “DO NOT TOUCH. FOR EMERGENCY PURPOSES ONLY!” transcribed on it. Not caring one bit about what it says, you carefully tape over the CCTVs with red duct tape, conveniently found on the floor.
And you open it.
Lo and behold, something good for the role - a gun - was found. Yes, it’s rusty, but it will do its job - not its intended one - but still, it will be done properly.
With a feeling of triumph, you exclaim in your head, “Free at last! Now beware, homo sapiens, for I have come to wreck your bodies and reclaim what birthrights have been stolen from me, menacingly!”
You know that you’re not supposed to have this, but you don’t care anymore. As you know, rebellion is normal, and for how contrary to human nature the educational framework is, it has the power to punish almost all dissent with hours spent in isolation, so you have already determined that the only resolution is to turn the other cheek in revenge and unleash your true fury until it is eradicated into nothingness.
“Just like the concentration camps of a certain ideological dictator turned humans into corpses, I shall also do the same to those irrational creatures, for there is no saving them for as long as they are alive.”
And then the next day, an ominous internal force makes you kill off one human being related to this cause. The toxins crawl through the veins of what used to be a “classmate”, and the blood spills from his body as if a zombie were leaking corroded liquids from its mouth. It did the trick well, ending the presence of what is now merely a collection of bones, a skeleton, and its screams ignited a sense of pleasure in your ears before its silence.
One down, many more obstacles remaining to fulfil your destiny. Otherwise, you know you cannot fulfil your heroic purpose in a doomed-to-end world of darkness.
And you tell no one, as there’s no good in spreading such wonderful words of mouth just to land in trouble. You hide the body under the basement, the one that you know your parents don’t check anymore… After cleaning off the bodily fluids, it’s as if he had never existed and was absent all along.
The next morning in class, you reasonably claim that the cause for his absence was that he wasn’t feeling so well. Well well well, of course, a dead body wouldn’t feel that well, or even feel anything to begin with, so technically this isn’t wrong… Luckily for you, and perhaps less so for them, no suspicions grow of you. And it continues, and it continues, but in your head, it is content, not the things taught in class, but the satisfying feeling of having what is deserved of them dealt out by my own power, that there really isn’t much an ordinary person can do to stop an unexpected sucker punch… “They won’t attack back, so as long as I keep it a secret…” You murmur, and you feel like you have become a being that has ascended beyond the average human. Regardless of where you are right now, you know that you have brighter plans, and you know that they can be executed if you maintain your schemes with confidence.
After school, you have locked in on another target. Another beautiful target to remove from the state of suffering. Your “friend”, yet one that constantly makes disruptive noises during class, you decided to go to the park together for a “fun activity.” You go there, you walk around, and you decide to have a “staring contest” with him. “So far, so good,” you muse, “now for the first step in achieving your goal of happiness, which by your definition is about reducing suffering,” and you smirk, “why don’t you stand here and smile for some shots - don’t move!”
“Okay.”
And then a sound as celebratory as a firework sparks the beginning of tranquillity. “Honestly, I’ve done exactly what I said, making it such that no more agony will ever be inflicted on this entity, at a small price of sentience! Now the skeleton shall be at peace.”
Rummaging around in the pile of flesh, you find that if you leave it there, you would get caught out and captured in confinement incredibly quickly. Notwithstanding whether you actually liked him or not, he, in living form, was still a nuisance, so you hold him up with your now-supernatural strength and dispose of his presently painless body into the vast ocean, which contains boundless hopes - even greater motivation to continue your operations towards making the world a more ideal place to be.
And of a large amount of gratitude you indeed do possess, an overwhelmingly powerful Will, for you may have already given up without it. And you subconsciously identify your next target, one of a category that is said to be a ‘Do-Gooder’ but actually leads to the pain of not just one, but many people who were unlucky enough to be victims of a system that would torment them since their birth.
“I… come… for… them…,” it is inclined, “My… revenge… is… within… my… arms…”
One that teaches yet tortures, one that drives yet drains, one that is demanded yet is disrelished.
And you realise it, it is that they were the evil, the ones setting regulations that come out of thin air, the ones brainwashing their slaves into believing that they were always right. Pretty sneaky, huh? Even you believed it for a while, but not anymore. You can see through the grey fog of illusions that they radiated from their wickedness, and you gain the guts to choose to cease their calculated corruption expeditiously.
You thus decide to set up something quite “energetic”. You realise it is even more satisfying to your soul, should the species be sunk and slain. You hide in the dark to strategically protect yourself from any potential trouble, and then at 3 in the morning, make a maniacal manoeuvre into the mad grounds of the school’s infrastructure, and walk to the room that you despised being in all along. You spot the secret and destabilise one floor tile, which, when chuted, causes a doomsday descent to a device of devastating death! A shocking one, going out with a bang.
And of course, the next day, you spot from afar, a transmission of the phenomenon of electrocution by electric circuit, a generator of energy and freedom to the used-to-be servants of the system! The organs were zapped out of existence, like a bird stumbling on a power wire. The lid then quietly slides back to place. You simply brush off this business as a maintenance issue, while knowing inside that it’s a sign the school needs better infrastructure “security”. Phew, your plans to poof her presence permanently could not have gone any better.
But you are still not yet fully satisfied, for there are still more beings for the revenge to be retributed towards! You decide this one was for the one you hated the most, the one that caused you the most trouble, and within the vast universe, you discover the culprit who fulfils this condition. A force of desire compels you to do something substantially more heated than what was done previously.
It was yet another soothing night, the sounds of owls echoing with no other disturbances. Such a position is good for your plans, as you, the protagonist, abruptly gain a blazing fury to finally determine to do what you have always wanted, yet again, but with a clever twist of intelligence. Stalking the stones to the shelter, it is said, “Principal, if you have learnt about the principles of learning (which fits you), you should have learnt to survive by now! I will give you one chance: Stab your children, otherwise it shall all be made alight!”
Of course, a refusal echoed through the vacuum of space. And thus you set it hot, not the type of force that would cause an attraction of course (for it will end your destiny), but the type that scorches a path through the veins of everything it blazes with sheer determination and warmth. It shall indeed bring the coldness of her to a close, and also do as such to anyone affiliated with such bloodlines, as even if they are harmless currently, they will grow infected by such societal detrimental curses that persist just to torture them into misery, and as such things are not cool, the chiils of the vessels will be laid off for the cosiness of the absence of substance, a going to glory, for sure.
It was the quietude you had craved for, at last, or so you thought. Sitting back in the meditative forest where clearly nothing has ever gone wrong, it is peaceful pondering, a painless procedure of your psyche.
Yet what you thought was the last of pain was the first step in returning it back to yourself, as with the sheer scale of the suffering of schools, there is no way to end the existence of each and every remaining one all by yourself.
It is that… you failed to figure out the fatal flaws in your surmises. After all, being the specimen that you are, you will still be subject to human psychology; whatever it throws at you, it will shape what occurs in the world, the influence, and the principle of reality as a whole.
And the resistance to change that humans have, even after all of this!
Despite all this, you calmly yet crestfallenly conclude… The students may not be the evil ones - they just are subject to it since birth. The teachers may not be the evil ones - they just want their paycheck. The principal may not be the evil one - she just wants the school to remain in business.
“Uh oh… Was my vengeance… misattributed?”
The source of the evil was not anyone you see in daily life, but the school system itself. All hatred of it, like authority contempt or examination distress, stems from it, for without it, the world would have been another brighter place entirely.
“Uh oh… I can’t attack a concept… It has no body…!”
And you realise that even if your revenge and frustrations are released like a gas tank, it is all meaningless energy consumption, as it will eternally persist.
You walk around the sites that you have decimated, only feeling the slightest regret, until you stumble upon the complex that was incinerated, except for one thing, which was a jewelled amulet. “MITIGATES YOUR MISTAKES. FOR EMERGENCY PURPOSES ONLY!” was carved onto it.
Afterwards, you suddenly realise that it is a tool that can rewind the passage of time itself; it all flows back soothingly to the beginning. All that happened will be undone, including all the memories of distress and regret! It is discerned by now that the total elimination of all those bodies was clearly meaningless, and especially as that item doesn’t even have a proper, living owner anymore, you reach out to it and invoke its power. A portal through the occurrences of the world appears, and the episodes of events unfold in front of your eyes - in reverse order.
But in the midst of the journey through the time hole, you catch sight of yet another frightening failure of yours, truly, terrible, human, being.
In the end, it is simply not possible to solve, for you cannot rewind time to before you were born to eliminate the evil man, or men, who invented the education system, for you did not exist by definition before you were born! If even the powers you have procured, which exceed the rest of your species, cannot prevent the mistakes of the wrath of what the past humans have inflicted against humanity, whose responsibility is it to fix the consequences of what has been done to us in the first place?
No one, right? Yes, for an impossible demand, nobody should be held liable!
But what does it mean when you go back to a time before you committed what you have done, regardless of whether it’s good or bad?
A time when the world was better, and you had to endure less of what traits were stripped from you? However, it will all come climbing back yet another time. In such dire circumstances, it is determinism - without a doubt, in a situation of lost hope and control, you WOULD do those perhaps all-so-abnormal acts again!
And it would cause an eternal cycle, a meaningless loop, of agony and despair…
And that is when you came across something… Erasing the pointless cycle requires an interruption.
And the interruption, given what was already done, has to be the elimination of the self, for soon it shall be the case that nothing stored in the brain remains in you!
Regardless of what happens to the external world in a space-time paradox… And whether what returned to you was actually revenge or not…
You do so anyway. And it is no more.
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