Kevin's POV:
17 minutes ago - 7:53 PM:
A loud thud followed douchebag's fall in the bathroom.
Dammit! Why do they always fall on their backs? Now I can't reach his gun. Whatever. Now's my chance to fight.
I got extra nervous when the battle actually began. He was grimacing in pain with his eyes shut closed. I quickly stepped closer, holding the broken towel bar up. I tried poking one of the human body's weakest points, the eyes, but he opened his eyes and swiftly got a hold of my weapon, right before it hit its target.
Oh, crap.
That simple melee attack left me panting, tired, and scared as hell. At first, I thought about just giving up. I'm too weak to fight anyway, but then I remembered his latest threats:
"Never try to pull a fast one on me, ever again, or else."
"I like you. Just as long as you don't cross me."
"I'm gonna TEAR YOU APART in ways you can't even imagine."
"Remember, I don't like to be fooled."
"I'm gonna give you one last chance to lower that stick down."
It was too late for me to back out now. He wouldn't forgive me this time.
I tried to get the bar back, but I couldn't even budge it because of his strong grip, or my weak grip. It was like I had the strength of a preschooler then, but even preschoolers can do one damage right.
"Is that it," he said, teasing.
Yeah, that's right. Keep underestimating me. We'll see who laughs last.
I let go of the bar and tried to kick his balls, but as soon as I slightly lifted my foot from the ground, I almost fell. I leaned backward on the sink, feeling defeated. I was weaker than I thought. I couldn't even balance myself. My shaky, nervous breaths, my sweaty, distressed face, and my weak grips, were all amusing to him.
I hate him. I fucking hate him so much.
He tried getting up, while laughing, "This show ended before it-"
That was when I balanced myself on my healthy leg, lifted my wounded leg, and landed it as hard as I can on his crotch, aggressively grunting. I held on to the sink so I wouldn't fall. I smiled with revenge in my eyes, in spite of the after-attack pain in my wounded leg, because I finally heard his groan of grave pain and saw him curling up on the floor.
"You're still talking," I said, breathlessly. It made me feel superior for a brief moment.
I limped forward to pick up my improvised weapon from the ground next to him. He was still rolling from side to side in pain.
Just before I picked it up, he said with a kinda girly, raspy voice, "You kick like a girl." The irony.
He opened his eyes and stared at me when I picked up the spear. Even though his facial features were describing pain, I could still recognize his fucked up, lustful look.
This guy gives me the creeps. Something's seriously wrong with him.
I raised my eyebrows and calmly made a taunting remark, "I think you lost your balls there..."
I wasn't calm. I was raging from the inside. I wanted him dead. I wanted him to pay for all the things he did to me and to all those 122 innocent people before me. So, I started by taunting him back. Then I lifted my spear and was about to attack his eyes again, but he raised his hand to block my attack.
He still couldn't move from that kick. He looked pathetic. It was a nice change seeing him helpless like that.
Whoever said that revenge will not make you feel good, can suck it. It feels so good.
Anyway, by covering his face, douchebag left me an opening to hit his stomach. I didn't hesitate. I grunted in anger and stabbed the right side of his stomach, giving him a wound at almost the same place he stabbed me.
He groaned and I saw his blood splashing before me. I didn't care. I was so angry that I kept pushing the spear inside his stomach before he held the spear in his hands to stop it from moving.
I raged as loud as I could in front of his face to finish my sentence, "...CUZ YOU SCREEAAM LIKE A GURL."
I felt the tension being released from my weary body. My scream left me shaky at first, my throat hurt too, but then it worked like magic. Primal Scream Therapy was no joke. Even though I sensed extra energy from that scream, my grip was no match for his strength. I couldn't push the spear deeper inside his stomach, but my legs got stronger enough for me to get a balance to walk even with a limp.
"Hahahaha," he started laughing like a crazy person, crazier than his usual self, until his lungs ran out of air before he pushed me away so easily. I fell down.