Chapter 260 - 260

He had never been treated like this before. Yes, his teacher had beaten him up before quite a few times for neglecting to do his chores but this time, their attitude towards his was on a whole different level of hostile. Mark hadn't even managed to speak, say something, an excuse to save himself because two of the three head teachers had stormed in, the ones who were more physically powerful, and had dragged him out, each one them holding one of his arms. When he meant that he was being dragged it was actually that. Half of his upper body was in dived in dirt together with his lower part as he was being taken away, to the main building. He felt his shirt rise, getting out of his pants and his back kept being scratched by stray little rocks. He kept wagging his feet, trying to get away but the two of them were holding him so tightly that he felt like the blood flow on his arms would stop.

"Wait!" He said loudly, hoping that they would hear him. The head teacher though, the one who was walking ahead of everyone else just looked at him with a furious look and then ignored every plead of his to at least be allowed to walk on his own. All of his classmates had already woken up from the shouts of the teachers when they caught him and now they were standing outside the main entrance of the dorms, one pushing the other just to get a better look on what was actually happening. Some of them were laughing seeing that the object of frustration was once more Mark while others were looking at them filled with curiosity. 

After the teachers stopped for a second to make them all go back into their rooms, yelling uncontrollably something that was never encouraged in their Academy everyone had understood by now that something was awfully wrong. Fern Academy always taught that you needed to act with the outmost discipline, be calm and restrained but now, their teacher, the examples they always had to follow they were acting like the Apocalypse was close. In a way seeing their student kiss a demon could be an omen of destruction. Mark grasped the chance and tried to stand up, he was already feeling disgusted by the thought of how many bugs he must have crusted while he was dusting off the dirt in the yard. One of the teachers though who was holding him lightly felt him move and pressed his arm hard making him hiss. 

"Please at least let me walk." He begged and the man looked at him. He was their martial arts teacher. He never liked Mark. He always talked about honor and fighting with pride while mark had no problem throwing dust in someone's eyes if that meant that he would live. They were dealing with demons! Because Mark was always rebellious when it came to the teacher's teaching techniques they always ended up fighting, he was the one who had beat him up most times. I guess honor and pride does not matter what it has to do with someone that annoys you, mark had thought many times as he was getting beaten. He never had the chance to defend himself. 

"If it was on me I would make sure you never got to walk again." He told him, his words dripping with hostility as he spoke and Mark shivered. He was doomed, it was obvious. Once all of the students had been hidden in their dorms once again the night became silent and the chilly breeze slowly blew the fallen leaves away. The moon looked so clear above their heads, no clouds, no stars just a bright grey beacon shinning down on them. Mark sighed as they began moving again. 

They entered the main building. All of the classrooms for basic theory were there and also their dining hall while on the top floors the teachers had their offices. This time they will let me walk. There is no way I will be going up three floors like this. He thought but unfortunately he was wrong. They did drag him all the way up the stairs his back and waist hitting constantly the edges of the well-polished wooden stairs and with every bump he would cry slightly. His body would be filled with huge scratches and bruises by now. The way to the office of the head teacher seemed like kilometers away and Mark was already preparing himself to give up on life. He was thrown into the office like a heavy sack, his body hitting the desk and making the lamp and the objects on it shake. 

"Talk, what happened? Why were you in there?" One of the teachers said and grabbed him from his collar. He raised him into the air, his feet dangling as he tried to find some security. His heart was racing, sweat dripping from his temples as he felt even more cornered by the second. "Speak!" the teacher shouted and Mark parted his lips. He was trying to think of what to say. Nothing really had happened actually, he just got seduced by a handsome demon of lust but who would believe him? 

"I…I…Nothing happened, I swear. I just went in there because I was curious." He said and the martial arts teacher scoffed. He didn't believe him, of course he wouldn't. What Mark said did not make any sense. If he was curious he would have just gone in saw the demon and quickly ran back out, so he wouldn't be caught but he was making out with him! The prisoner!

"Is this really how you're going to act? Saying lies right into our faces? We took you in. An orphan from a branch family, we fed you, we dressed you and gave you a purpose. How could you team up with a demon?" he shouted and threw him again on the floor. This man was truly family, Mark thought. A purpose? Was his purpose to be ridiculed and taken advantaged of every day? Was his purpose to be looked down on just because everyone else who so stuck up? Was his purpose to exist so others could satisfy his god complex? Was his purpose to be their official broom holder? He raised his head, sick of always looking at the floor and stared at them. An ironic smile on his face as he spoke. 

"A purpose? What purpose is that you fucking jerks! You beat me up, you don't allow me to take normal classes like everyone else but I still…" he said with a dry laugh as he pointed at himself. "…I am still a lot better, a lot stronger than all of your best and richest students." He said. "This place is simply a circus and you people are the main attraction." He insulted them. No one would expect this kind of outburst, they wanted him to beg, cry and plead but Mark was sick of doing that, he was bored of pretending to be weak. 

"Look at the way he talks. Obviously he is teamed up with this demon!" The martial arts teacher said and stepped forward, pushing the other two teachers to the side. He crouched, getting to his eyes level and slapped him hard. "There is no need to hear anything else." He said.

"I am not teamed up with him. I don't know him! Me telling you the truth about how rotten you all are doesn't mean I am together with a demon. But of course you would blame me. Even if this whole place had been burned down you would blame me!" he shouted, he was fed up with everything. With their obnoxious stares, their hypocritical way of talking. The teacher kicked him in the face angrily, his boot landing exactly on the left side of his face. Mark heard his jaw crack and for a few seconds everything was dark around him. He shook his head and spat on the floor, saliva mixed with blood make everything dirty and the red haired boy smiled. His teeth bloody. "Is that all you know how to do? Beat people up? I bet your brain has gone numb from too much exercising" he mocked him and that was when he felt real pain. The beating he had taken in by now were nothing compared to this. At some point he had reached the point of being half conscious on the floor, laying numb while the furious man was stepping on his head and back again and again swearing at him. 

At some point one of the teachers stepped in and stopped him. He could faintly hear them talk. They couldn't kill him immediately. The head master was away so they had to lock him up in his room until he returned. They would decide his punishment then. He breathed in slowly, trying to endure the pain of his broken bones and bruises as the teachers dragged him into his room. He was starting to get conscious again, the flow of the air on his face waking him up. The teachers left him at the entrance and commanded him to go alone to his room. Mark would have to crawl to get to his door, his blood leaving trails everywhere and from the sounds he made, the groans and how his body gave up and he slammed on the floor many times the students began coming out. But no one helped him, they were not approaching him disgusted by him but they threw papers at him and many other stuff. Someone even dared to kicked him just before he managed to reach to his room. 

He opened the door, his hand slipping from the handle many times and found himself alone. The students would knock on his door loudly for the rest of the night, torturing him with malicious comments while he didn't even have the strength to get on his bed. He just stood on the corner of his room, staring blankly at the door. 

"If I knew this would happen I would have run away with you on the spot." He mumbled with a bitter smile. 

"Is that so?" he heard a playful voice. 

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