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<div align=center>To put it bluntly, there was only one way to describe just how Oliver felt at the moment- like hell. It was a rather mild day out, in fact it was rather pleasant. But even the clear blue skies and the gentle breeze conducting itself around campus hadn't the greatest impact on the current state of mind for the young boy. His body felt like it was on fire. A small hand clutched his chest as he felt his heart pulsate at an incredible rate, and with that heat flushed his system and made him feel not at all like himself. So instead of joining the lighthearted outdoor activities that were unfolding by a few students and staff out in the large field, Oliver was planning on making a quick escape to the forest where that sliver of his real self told him he'd be safe from both hurting others and himself.
Ever since that meet up not too long ago with Alice his health had declined, not just physically but mentally as well. Polite gestures as pleases and thank you's had turned into brutish retorts and rude behavior. Hellos with him were pushed off with angered silence, and if he was questioned he would snap back faster than a pissed off crocodile. But this was none of his doing. His own conscience had been shoved aside, leaving a tiny voice to scream and beg mentally to apologize and stop being such a little brat. But he was helpless at this point. He had isolated himself to avoid contact with others, but even then that wasn't working. Hell, on his way here he had gone out of his way to push his day of torture upon someone else, and, although his reputation earlier in his decline had made excuses for this, that was beginning to lose its effectiveness.
Primal aggression and this odd sense of evolutionary superiority had unknowingly sapped into his brain to replace humility and kindness. So, as mentioned, karma was coming back to bite him, and for once even that little voice that kept his sanity whispered that he deserved everything. Including a secret plan of revenge that had been set up from earlier in the week.
An older teen boy, a sibling of one of the school's younger attendants and a peer of Oli's just so happened to be a physic and saw just where he was heading. So naturally, the trap fell into perfect place. Just as Oliver was making his way down a small field to enter the area where many students were out and about to have fun. But this day was only going to go from bad to worse. Just as he made his first step down the hill, he didn't see without his glasses (as his pupils had constricted themselves and he couldn't see a damn thing anyway) that someone had created a practical mudslide for him to tumble down clumsily, falling off his feet and landing face first into a pool of wet dirt below. His scream was only met with a chorus of laughter, as his tormentor casted a shadow over his both scratched up and muddy body.
"Hey there."
The snicker rang through his skull, not only hurting his oddly sensitive brain at the moment but adding insult to injury at the situation. He looked up blindly, face covered in the brown muck presumably created by this man. â€ÂH-huh?" He asked, both bewildered and hurt.
"You lil shit..." The boy chuckled amusingly, as well as the friends that he had dragged here to bear witness. "I heard from my little brother that you're the one that made him fail his class project. All because you wouldn't let him copy off of you... And now he's suspended for trying to cheat." Oh yes, that. Well, one of the good things that came out of 'new' Oli was that he wasn't as much of a pushover anymore. So when time came around to do a group project and his partner failed to do anything to help, Oliver, instead of typically giving in to help him, decided to pretty much say 'eff you, you're the one that's going to suffer for this, not me'. Of course now this wasn't quite such a popular decision, as now it appeared his ex-partner's sibling was going to make his life hell for dragging him down. "You're a pretentious little swine, you know that? Too good to help anybody, hm? Well guess what- you're just a no good kid who thinks that you're hot shit. So what's a pig without a stye, hm?"
â€ÂStop it. N-no I'm not...†Oliver whimpered, looking down as to no longer face the boy and the humiliation that was beginning to turn his face red hot.
Well, this submission that had snapped 'old' Oliver back came as quite a surprise to the elder boy. Nevertheless, it as delightful to see that he wasn't so big as he was before. "Oh, not so tough now are ya? You're weak, I knew it. Hell I've seen you in the hallways. You'll cry if I look at you the wrong way. You're nothing here, and just because you're smart doesn't mean you're bright. Face the facts, and maybe you won't be such a tool in the future." The boy spat in a belligerent manner, his other friends laughing at him.
As the reprimanding got increasingly hurtful, Oliver became increasingly angry. He even resorted to covering his ears, tears bubbling at the corners of his eyes. â€ÂS-shut up...†His shoulders bristled as soft sobs started to come up from him. â€ÂStop laughing at me! Please!â€Â
But this only fueled the older boy's ego further. "Or what? What are you going to do? Cry? Tell the principal? Wow that's really something..." He then pulled out his phone, taking a quick picture of the ruined small child to show his brother as proof later. He snickered before pocketing it, turning his back against him. "You're gonna get pushed around all your life. Face it, you've got no backbone. You're either feared or respected in this world, but you'll never be either."
It was silent. That was, until Oliver said one more thing.
â€ÂAnd that's where you're wrong.â€Â
And that's when Oliver officially snapped. He stood up, fists clenched to his side, snarl seen under caked mud. Hatred bubbled within him, for the bully, for the bystanders, for everyone who has ever done him wrong in his past. Hell, at this point everything and everyone was against him. And it was time to make them pay. Everyone was going to pay. Because you know what? Respect didn't get him anywhere as told by his darkening mindset. But fear... Fear was something he could do.
In a split second that last grasp of patience and submission created by the 'good' side of his mind had finally been pushed aside for the animal instincts that had been locked away under his concealment. But it had gotten too strong, too powerful for him to control. And now everyone was a target. Nobody was safe from the wrath he had wrapped up for twelve years. Nobody.
The artificial placement of his darker personality had taken full control of his brain. Hacked neurons sent triggers for him to transform and instincts bubbled to the surface. That last desperate grip on himself was long gone, leaving prehistoric instincts to flood the logic he had controlled himself with. In almost a blink of an eye his filthy clothes had ripped off as his body bulked and shifted to a more terrifying form. The shadow had been reversed over the tormentor, as the once small boy now towered over his figure. But he wasn't himself, oh no. His body was now that of a forty foot tall, eight ton, fully grown male Tyrannosaurus Rex.
And it was hungry. And it wanted blood.
An ear piercing roar shook the flat grounds, causing the posse to scatter. Well, except for their ringleader. He stood in the shadow of the long since dead beast, now trembling. He didn't see this coming. Not at all. But before he could analyze the fault in his ability he was hurled halfway across the field with a swing of the skull much larger than him, right in the middle of where a group of students had assembled.
There was no way he survived that.
The dinosaur stepped one step forward. Tiny eyes scanned the area, as a gaping maw lined with banana-sized teeth were antsy for a taste of whatever prey he could get his mouth on. It was time for the Terrible Lizard to once more take his reign on this planet that had long since tossed him to the extinction pool. And this time, it was going to show the true superior force to even the most specialized of humans.
After all, 70 million years was a long time to go without a meal.
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Ever since that meet up not too long ago with Alice his health had declined, not just physically but mentally as well. Polite gestures as pleases and thank you's had turned into brutish retorts and rude behavior. Hellos with him were pushed off with angered silence, and if he was questioned he would snap back faster than a pissed off crocodile. But this was none of his doing. His own conscience had been shoved aside, leaving a tiny voice to scream and beg mentally to apologize and stop being such a little brat. But he was helpless at this point. He had isolated himself to avoid contact with others, but even then that wasn't working. Hell, on his way here he had gone out of his way to push his day of torture upon someone else, and, although his reputation earlier in his decline had made excuses for this, that was beginning to lose its effectiveness.
Primal aggression and this odd sense of evolutionary superiority had unknowingly sapped into his brain to replace humility and kindness. So, as mentioned, karma was coming back to bite him, and for once even that little voice that kept his sanity whispered that he deserved everything. Including a secret plan of revenge that had been set up from earlier in the week.
An older teen boy, a sibling of one of the school's younger attendants and a peer of Oli's just so happened to be a physic and saw just where he was heading. So naturally, the trap fell into perfect place. Just as Oliver was making his way down a small field to enter the area where many students were out and about to have fun. But this day was only going to go from bad to worse. Just as he made his first step down the hill, he didn't see without his glasses (as his pupils had constricted themselves and he couldn't see a damn thing anyway) that someone had created a practical mudslide for him to tumble down clumsily, falling off his feet and landing face first into a pool of wet dirt below. His scream was only met with a chorus of laughter, as his tormentor casted a shadow over his both scratched up and muddy body.
"Hey there."
The snicker rang through his skull, not only hurting his oddly sensitive brain at the moment but adding insult to injury at the situation. He looked up blindly, face covered in the brown muck presumably created by this man. â€ÂH-huh?" He asked, both bewildered and hurt.
"You lil shit..." The boy chuckled amusingly, as well as the friends that he had dragged here to bear witness. "I heard from my little brother that you're the one that made him fail his class project. All because you wouldn't let him copy off of you... And now he's suspended for trying to cheat." Oh yes, that. Well, one of the good things that came out of 'new' Oli was that he wasn't as much of a pushover anymore. So when time came around to do a group project and his partner failed to do anything to help, Oliver, instead of typically giving in to help him, decided to pretty much say 'eff you, you're the one that's going to suffer for this, not me'. Of course now this wasn't quite such a popular decision, as now it appeared his ex-partner's sibling was going to make his life hell for dragging him down. "You're a pretentious little swine, you know that? Too good to help anybody, hm? Well guess what- you're just a no good kid who thinks that you're hot shit. So what's a pig without a stye, hm?"
â€ÂStop it. N-no I'm not...†Oliver whimpered, looking down as to no longer face the boy and the humiliation that was beginning to turn his face red hot.
Well, this submission that had snapped 'old' Oliver back came as quite a surprise to the elder boy. Nevertheless, it as delightful to see that he wasn't so big as he was before. "Oh, not so tough now are ya? You're weak, I knew it. Hell I've seen you in the hallways. You'll cry if I look at you the wrong way. You're nothing here, and just because you're smart doesn't mean you're bright. Face the facts, and maybe you won't be such a tool in the future." The boy spat in a belligerent manner, his other friends laughing at him.
As the reprimanding got increasingly hurtful, Oliver became increasingly angry. He even resorted to covering his ears, tears bubbling at the corners of his eyes. â€ÂS-shut up...†His shoulders bristled as soft sobs started to come up from him. â€ÂStop laughing at me! Please!â€Â
But this only fueled the older boy's ego further. "Or what? What are you going to do? Cry? Tell the principal? Wow that's really something..." He then pulled out his phone, taking a quick picture of the ruined small child to show his brother as proof later. He snickered before pocketing it, turning his back against him. "You're gonna get pushed around all your life. Face it, you've got no backbone. You're either feared or respected in this world, but you'll never be either."
It was silent. That was, until Oliver said one more thing.
â€ÂAnd that's where you're wrong.â€Â
And that's when Oliver officially snapped. He stood up, fists clenched to his side, snarl seen under caked mud. Hatred bubbled within him, for the bully, for the bystanders, for everyone who has ever done him wrong in his past. Hell, at this point everything and everyone was against him. And it was time to make them pay. Everyone was going to pay. Because you know what? Respect didn't get him anywhere as told by his darkening mindset. But fear... Fear was something he could do.
In a split second that last grasp of patience and submission created by the 'good' side of his mind had finally been pushed aside for the animal instincts that had been locked away under his concealment. But it had gotten too strong, too powerful for him to control. And now everyone was a target. Nobody was safe from the wrath he had wrapped up for twelve years. Nobody.
The artificial placement of his darker personality had taken full control of his brain. Hacked neurons sent triggers for him to transform and instincts bubbled to the surface. That last desperate grip on himself was long gone, leaving prehistoric instincts to flood the logic he had controlled himself with. In almost a blink of an eye his filthy clothes had ripped off as his body bulked and shifted to a more terrifying form. The shadow had been reversed over the tormentor, as the once small boy now towered over his figure. But he wasn't himself, oh no. His body was now that of a forty foot tall, eight ton, fully grown male Tyrannosaurus Rex.
And it was hungry. And it wanted blood.
An ear piercing roar shook the flat grounds, causing the posse to scatter. Well, except for their ringleader. He stood in the shadow of the long since dead beast, now trembling. He didn't see this coming. Not at all. But before he could analyze the fault in his ability he was hurled halfway across the field with a swing of the skull much larger than him, right in the middle of where a group of students had assembled.
There was no way he survived that.
The dinosaur stepped one step forward. Tiny eyes scanned the area, as a gaping maw lined with banana-sized teeth were antsy for a taste of whatever prey he could get his mouth on. It was time for the Terrible Lizard to once more take his reign on this planet that had long since tossed him to the extinction pool. And this time, it was going to show the true superior force to even the most specialized of humans.
After all, 70 million years was a long time to go without a meal.
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