First Step Into Freedom (Open)

[rdub]

As I walked towards the school i looked up at the front doors. Well here goes, i thought to myself as I continued to walk forward. I had my two binders under my right arm and a toothpick in my mout that I was chewing on. I was dressed in my normal attire of a nice dress jacket, a white collar shirt with a black tie, Black dress pants and a pair of nice black dress shoes.

Opening the door to the school I went to the office and got my locker combonation and my class list from the secretary. Thanking her i walked out into the hallway. On the piece of paper she gave me It showed my locker number and combonation. I then read over my class list, sweet I had P.E. first.

Making my way aimlessly through the halls looking for my locker I couldn't help but think of how much better i felt. I was for once away from my family. I could do what i wanted. To a teenager of 15 years old this was like winning the lottery.

Finally finding my locker I frowned slightly when i saw a group of three people standing in front of my locker. From the looks of them they were football players since they all had on the team jackets. Walking up i cleared my throat. The biggest one who was about 5'11 turned and looked at me.

jock:"What do you want kid?"

"umm could you please move to the side for a second so i can put some things into my locker"

jock:"sure thing"

He said with a smile as he moved. Little did I know that he turned to his friends and said "watch this." As i opened my locker and put my books into it, my vision was suddenly blurred as my head snapped to the side. Stumbling back i looked over to see the jock wit his arm extended and a giant dent in my locker. Looking at the locker there was blood on the inside of it where the corner had hit my head and opened up a rather large gash.

jock: "are you a varronian kid?"

"what the hell is a varronian?"

I asked as I held my head

jock: "If there is one thing I hate it's a liar"

(He said as him and his three buddies stepped forward. i did not want a fight on my first day of school. So I did what i usually did when i didn't want to fight, holding my hands to the side I stood there and waited for the beating to come. After about five minutes of these jocks wailing on me I found myself slumped on my locker with blood trailing from my forehead and my mouth where a giant cut was. Looking up through blurry eyes i could see the jocks fist coming down towards my nose for the next blow)

[nedzad]

New school, new rules...

For the past four weeks, the class of about two hundred "Varronians" seemed to have been the latest social group chosen for "ethnic cleansing," as the dominating order of Hircinians rose up to try and force their ideologies, their personal judgments, and their spare time for war upon the class of those who had just arrived in their little world.

Nedzad Ivo Advic, a Senior student - although, honestly, only in such a title thanks to the aid of a certain businessman, and his own desperate battle for studies - was like many of the Varron population at Hircine High: quiet, concerned, and uncertain.

For that slow month, Advic had listened intently to the atmosphere around him, hoping to pick up news of his fellow fighters preparing a rebellion, or a resistance, or a battle against the school's Captain. Rumors came of Gilsin with his many meetings toward the Pillars, or Loire of his not-so-subtle war of words against the school itself, or this "Reeves" who seemed intent on establishing a reputation, or even a supposed "Former Freshman Captain."

The past month had been interesting, but only for others; on the contrary, it had been very dull for Advic. He had been so busy studying and struggling to establish a new footing in the school that he had no time to think of social matters.

Now, he had time.

Inching through the hallway - slowly, partly because of the crowd, another part thanks to his weak legs - Advic came across something that was apparently a new fashion in the school: beatings. As Advic slipped past some of the overseers, his keen ears heard of a "Varronite" being beaten by three "jocks" of the hosting school. Apparently the three tough-guys had been savagely showing the Varronite "his place," and it seemed the cleansing was far from over.

'Varronite? The way they say it, the terms sounds quite like how the Croatian bastards spoke of my people...' The red headed devil pondered, a bit of past pain lurking in his mind, 'They beat on him because he is Varronian... and these people just stand here apathetically...'

Feeling a tightness to his throat and a twitch to his lip, Advic stepped forward, pushing past the various overseers, and stood directly behind the "largest" of the three attackers, Advic's own height a good three inches surpassing. His tremendous arms, his tough chest, his loose-set jeans, and the mahogany boots, all led by burning coal eyes and a brimstone head. Allowing himself to glare down upon the three, Advic spoke out slowly, thickly, and commanding. The Eastern European accent was deep, and his own anger toward their ignorance was sure enough to bring a strange mix of confusing and clarity.

"You asked for a Varronian; here I am."

[rdub]

As I lay slumped onto my locker looking up, my world exploded into a burts of colors as my head shot back hard bouncing off the lockers behind me with an audible bang. Seeing a fairly big group of people behind the three jocks I wondered, why do they just stand there? why don't they help me. As I was wondering these things, it seemed someone would help me. Hearing this big newcomers words I sighed in relief slightly.


"You asked for a Varronian; here I am."

After hearing those words the biggest jock, the leader kicked me hard in the stomach causing me to crumple in pain. He then turned around and stared at the newcomer without any fear in his eyes and said

jock:" Good because we are almost done with this pussy"

As the jock said that I got to my feet while holding my still cut open forehead. I then looked at the newcomer wondering why, why would he all of a sudden help me when no one else would. Still saying nothing the tension in the hallway could be felt between the five men standing in the group of onlookers. Then the jock on the left side of the biggest one shot forward at this newcomer throwing a hard left hook aimed for the right side of the newcomers face hoping to surprise him. I had a good feeling this would not connect since this varronian wouldn't have announced himself the way he did if he was not skilled.

[nedzad]

Advic said nothing in reaction to the head jock's ignorance, the idea of a fight clearly imminent. The red-head grunted a small bit of frustration, but quickly forced the emotions away; battle was ready to ensue, and if he were to defeat three reasonably experienced fighters, his mercy would need to be ignored.

Advic allowed his right foot to slip back as the attack came forward, Advic's brown glare quickly catching sight of the attempted surprise and sending orders to his body; Advic slipped his right shoulder toward his supporting right leg a bit and allowed his head to tilt a small bit in the same direction, granting the undercut to fly past his powerful chin. With the opponent's left arm in flight, Advic struck his own left fist hard into the elbow of the jock's attack, sending shock and even a few broken bones into his conscious; at the same time, Advic's left leg stepped forward, allowing his right arm to gain more leverage as it tilted a sudden arc punch to the jock's side, intent on severely bruising his ribs.

[rdub]

(As i watched the red headed newcomer counter the gant jocks attack with ease I smiled very very slightly. As the jock stumbled to the side after the red headed fighter hit him in the ribs. As the jock fell to his knees holding his now shattered arm I looked up.

The other two friends of his seemed like they were enraged from the enwcomers actions. Seeing their intent I stepped forward and grabbed the one on the right while the left one took off at the red head.

Grabbing the ones right shoulder with my left hand I pulled him inwards as i took a stepp forward with my right leg and threw a devestating right cross that connected to his chin with a loud resounding thump. Seeing the boy fall onto his back and hold his face I looked up to see the other jock throw a fake left hook only to pivot his hips hard and throw a left roundhouse kick aimed for the newcomers head.

Hearing the on on the floor whom I had just decked get up i brought my hands back up. My head was killing me and my eyesight was blurry but I knew that I would be able to take him if I could keep my eyes open.

[nedzad]

'Too easy...' the instant thought of victory sped through the Bosnian's mind quietly, before his brown eyes looked forward yet again to find a vengeful second - his left arm already in motion forward, a hook clearly ready.

'Once again...' Advic smirked, his left leg stepping back to give him more leverage to avoid his opponent's left side, 'Too easy!'

The hook, however, suddenly died, and within a moment's notice Advic's opponent began twisting his right leg through the air, apparently intent on striking Advic unconscious.

Nedzad was no fool, and the jock had not forseen two factors: one, a roundhouse kick, especially a surprise strike from an opposing side, would take much longer than an instantaneous knee strike; two, the heavy metal wall of lockers was just on his left, and since Advic already had his attention set on the left side of his opponent, the jock was doomed.

Allowing the kick to strike high, Advic then shot off his right arm toward his opponent's ankle, before sending his left hand to grab the jock's thigh. With an exertion of force from his left leg - still farther back from earlier - Advic uses his opponent's momentum to his advantage, sending the jock into the wall of lockers instead of Advic's face. The attacker's back crashed painfully against the wall, before Advic let go and allowed the youth to crash down with a painful thud. A grunt of dull pain could be heard from below, before Advic slowly stepped forward and struck his left foot hard into the boy's gut, knocking him unconscious.

Looking down at the attacker for a moment, Advic breathed in deeply as he considered the facts of the brief fight, "Two down by me..." he quickly glanced to the bloodied, wounded Freshman, "And one by you. Mind explaining what that was all about... Freshman?"

[rdub]

Looking up at the other student after I quickly threw another punch knocking the already dazed student out and onto the floor I said nothing at first. Leaning against the locker behind me I cleared my throat and spat a bunch of blood onto the floor.

"I don't know what happened, I was at my locker and they started a fight. They slammed my head into the locker. Then he asked if I was a varronite or not, This is my first day here, I have no idea what the fuck a varronian is"

I said as i reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of marlboro king sized cigarettes and pulled one out to place between my lips. I then offered him the pack.

"do you mind, if you know that is, telling me what the fuck is going on here and what the hell is a varronite?"

I asked before lighting my cigarette with a golden zippo lighter. I figured i would already be in shit for fighting so what could they honestly do to me for smoking in school.
"I asked him as I lit

[nedzad]

Why is it that kids can't play smart anymore.

Listening to the Freshman's brief description, the red headed Advic nodded his head politely in decline to his offer, then continued to listen in on his questions. Advic found his excessive need to curse a bit 'interesting' - then again, he had just been beaten for no reason, of course he'd curse like a sailor.

Advic was willing to put the kid in the right direction, but a few base rules had to be drilled into his head first...

Grabbing the lit cigarette calmly and throwing it onto the school tiling, Nedzad's shoe sole struck firm against the chemical stick, grinding a few ashes into the face of a fallen attacker, "Let's get one thing straight kid. Your lack of common sense is an extreme danger to your health, and this cigarette can harm you in more ways than future lung cancer."

Looking to the area around him, Nedzad continued, "You're smoking on a public school ground, completely under aged, and just fought back in a fight. If you thought it was harsh enough for those punks to attack you over 'Varronites', then you'll be amazed by the efficiency of the local System. You want to live? Don't break their laws. So that includes dropping that habit inside of school."

Nedzad cracked his neck a bit, rather irritated that now he was acting as some sort of educator to some... well, yes, a kid. No common sense, complete naivete, he was a straight out kid.

"The Varronites are a group of students from the east coast that are known for their brutality against each other and the authorities. Their school system failed because of one of their gangs rising up, and now they're here. The local Hircinian students don't like them, so some will be fools and start the shit you just experienced. More than likely they attacked you because they were ignorant fools. You were a victim, and have both parties to thank that to."

Nedzad turned on his heel, starting to get sick of the situation. He was meant to be a quiet observer, not a... Varronite. What's gotten into me? I have more pressing matters to attend to, that including the Organization...

"That's all you need to know. You want to know more, go ask them. But I recommend you stay away from their kind as best you can and try to conform with the majority Hircinians as soon as possible, or you'll find yourself in a medical wing very often. Now, speaking of which, get yourself there. You look terrible."