Gangster High 1 (The Art of Game) ✅

chapter 11: History Of The Game

Chapter 11

HISTORY OF THE GAME

Simula nang maipanalo ko ang underground fight laban kay Tom Craden two weeks ago, bigla ay parang bumait sa akin ang lahat. I gained respect from everyone. Well, except from one guy named Creed Craw.

We were put together in the clinic after that night because we were both dying—that was the best word for it. Tom Craden beat me to death; he almost killed me. Creed was tortured by MKC's students. In the clinic, I heard him said na ikinulong siya sa isa sa mga detention room ng MKC at doon pinahirapan sa loob ng tatlong araw. Hindi niya sinabi kung paano siya napunta roon at wala na rin namang nagtanong pa.

Creed let them beat him. He didn't fight back because he knew he was outnumbered. He regained his strength and used everything he got to escape the same day na may laban ang Rapsodhee High sa MKC.

Lihim akong humanga sa kanya, sa totoo lang. He was tortured to death, yet he still thought of fighting. He knew everyone was counting on him at hindi n'ya inisip ang sarili n'ya nang araw na iyon. Perhaps Creed wasn't that bad after all.

But I still wanted to kill him and I was certain that he wanted to do the same thing to me.

Why? Because he was making my life more miserable. I think he was just jealous of me dahil parehas na kami ng nakukuhang atensyon ngayon. Sa tuwing may lumalapit sa akin, sinasadya niyang hawiin—banggain ang kawawang estudyante para mailayo sa akin. Nakakapagtaka rin na bigla na lang siyang sumusulpot sa paligid kapag napapaligiran ako ng mga estudyante.

Karamihan ng lumalapit sa akin ay mga lalaki at karamihan naman ng sa kanya ay mga babae. Students were considering us as the King and Queen of Rapsodhee High, which was lame and disgusting.

Napabuntong-hiningang naupo ako sa bermuda grass. This place was cool. Flowers were everywhere and nicely arranged. I never thought na may ganito pala rito sa loob ng school compound. The sign outside says that this place was called the Green House. Well, nice Green House. I wondered kung sino ang nag-aalaga ng lugar na ito.

Bigla ko tuloy naalala kung gaano kaganda ang garden namin sa bahay. Palipat-lipat man kami ng tirahan noon, hindi pa rin nawala ang bulaklak na naging parte na ng kamusmusan ko. She worked hard for that. Well, I didn't know kung makikita ko pa ulit ang mga bulaklak na 'yon. It's gone since the day she left.

I shut my eyes to delete the painful memories. I should have not thought of that at all. Isa pa, sa kawirdohang mayroon ang eskwelahang ito, hindi ko alam kung makakabalik pa ako sa bahay namin.

Wala sa loob na unti-unti akong humiga sa bermuda grass at pinagmasdan ang kagandahan ng bughaw na kalangitan. The roofs were transparent na lalong nakapagpaganda sa ambiance ng lugar.

I thought of my fight against Tom Craden. After I won, Tom was taken away by the huge men, two men, who were wearing gold masks and black suits. Tom screamed, pained and scared, but his voice vanished and no one dared to follow him at all. I didn't ask where were they taking him, but I was certain that that would be the last time Tom Craden could scream.

That scared me, too. Naisip ko, kung ako ang natalo sa laban, ako ang nasa kalagayan ni Tom. I just realized that I was already in the middle of life and death even before the match started. I understood why Creed snapped at me multiple times and accused me of putting the Rapsodheenians' life in danger. But he should have also understood na inagaw ko ang laban sa kanya dahil nakita kong hindi na niya kayang lumaban pa. Natakot ako para sa sarili ko. Why would I watch Tom Craden beat him and defeat him if I could fight him to save myself?