Chapter 1: The candys endeavor

As my eyes started adapting to the stunning uniform mountain looking chocolate candy, the odor of
fresh made chocolate mixed with heavenly vanilla reached my nostrils. I could not take my eyes off the
majestic wrapped candy, held intact by a golden sheet of royal paper. At the tip of the flawless entity, a
white rectangular shaped lap with a concise turquoise text was sticking out. There the candy was lying
horizontally, with a brief breeze giving the astonished atmosphere around it a more natural look. The
breeze gave the tiny white lap a slight lift into the air; the lap was waving consistent with the harmonic
wind. A picture of a staggering and immaculate view was formed in an instant.
My body kept telling me to finish it off, to devour it. Resisting this desire was futile, and before I knew
it, I already plunged my arms out. I began to unwrap the candy; the silver coating lying hidden beneath
the upper wrapping gave out another luminous light that seemed like a divine miracle bestowed upon
us for a brief instance. The brownish chocolate was finally exposed. Its great cone shape gave out a
more lovely tone. The candy seemed like a fragment extracted from a godly origin.
The desire to eat the candy grew only stronger; I prepared myself both in body and mind, for a
magnificent occurrence that was about to take place. While I plunged my hands out to grasp it, a
swirling portal spontaneously materialized at the center of the class. It linked the world to a mystique
realm, one which hosts cursed beasts that was banished into the void by ancestral religious figures.
Paralyzed, I glared indefinitely at the portal. An arm, momentarily, pounced vertically and grabbed the
edge to anchor the lump of reeking flesh that soon followed. That beast went by the name Yasir and
referred to himself as a human. This was obviously contradicted; a body of that size and a facial
structure that surpasses our very conceptual limit of the world cannot possibly be human. A devilish
aura was consistently emitted from that unreasonable creature, filling the entire classroom with despair.
He got a glimpse of the chocolate. I knew instantly the cause of his appearance, and rushed to save that
terrified candy. But God seemed to have given up on this world; left it with its filth and unjust. I could do
nothing but watch, as he completely devoured my beloved candy. I left that classroom with regret and
walked away, unable to look back. I shed my last tear and bid farewell.

Chapter 2: The recovery

I quickly grabbed the closest object to prevent myself from stumbling. I looked down as I held onto the
pole that happened to be my support. I was in a state of shock, unable to fully comprehend what has
distorted my seemingly flawless day. I tried to escape reality; to mask my mind with false beliefs. Glaring
indefinitely at the floor, I began to realize. I forcefully brought myself up on my staggering legs. I felt
something uniquely adequate, a feeling of immense strength that breached the emotional barrier that
kept me weak. I looked down once again, but not at the floor in shame, but at my palms with a vengeful
stare. I shred off my last bit of human passion and embraced the feral ideology; survival of the fittest. I
ripped my sleeves off and anything that kept me from attaining the highest form of agility; I must
prepare, for what would seem like the historical peak in human war records.
I felt as I shoved the last merciful thought into the void of eternal doom. The atmosphere in the hall
shifted towards an ominous one. As I hurried across the hall, disintegrating every fragment of the floor, I
hunted the man who committed the grave crime that pierced my internal chamber of fanaticism. I did
not leave a single spot unnoticed; my eyes adapted the superior vision of the eagle, my body of the bear
and my legs of the cheetah. I chuckled quietly as I reflected on the incident as a whole; how utterly
disgustingly fragile I was. Lost in deep controversial thought I noticed that my quiet chuckle suddenly
turned into a hysterical mad laugh. I felt alive, to be on the very frontline of the imminent destruction. I
sprinted across the hall, passing by countless of classes. My mind started to depict a mental image of the
possible warzone; it rejuvenated me to a state of ecstasy. I laid my eyes on the entrance of the class, on
the gate. I felt the unwelcoming chill that managed to trespass into my solid mentality, stimulating my
hesitant emotion back momentarily. Thus, I quickly overhauled my mindset with additional protective
layers.
He must have annihilated them all, I thought. This is the fate of all weaklings; the laws of the jungle
took over the ridiculous federal and civilized system the instant the beast appeared. The long silent from
the classroom further assured my proposition. I reached out my hand, while slowly moving towards the
gate with my head lowered, and grabbed onto the handle. I took a deep breath and abruptly pushed
open the gate of hellfire. A powerful wind heaved out of the entrance, raising my head higher and
allowing my spirit to absorb whatever energy it could pick up from the surrounding. I looked around,
furiously, for the cursed opponent. I was instead unexpectedly shocked. My eyes grew larger as I laid my
eyes on the environment; how could I have miscalculated this grave detail of major importance? I hastily
checked the calendar, for it was the day of my English examination. The flock of human filth was sitting
for their exams, grinning at what seemed to be my appearance. Among them sat the devil in human
attire, also smirking with a ridiculous facial expression. In confusion, I looked down, unable to meet the
eyes of hoard. The built up of motivation that was fueled during my short interventional journey hastily
started to burn out. As I began to surrender to my humane emotion, I smelt a nostalgic odor, swaying
my attention drastically and ignoring the futile barking of the teacher. It was the odor of the poor
wrapped up candy that suffered the ill-fated incident, the chocolate. I was staggered, barely held my
own for a moment. Could it be that I mistook some other individuals property for my own; did my
ravaging lust cause my mind to go complete berserk and blank? No thats absurd, this is just a
hallucination; a remnant of the past. Or was it?