Beast Soul

"You can't beat him hand to hand!" the artificial intelligence inside Ir*n man's suit, Fr*day, yelled out as he was getting pummeled by C*ptain Am*rica.

"Analyse his fight patterns," T*ny says in the middle of the fight, and Fr*day runs the test, immediately answering back, "Countermeasures ready!"

BAM!

Ir*on man lifts his hand and grabs C*ptain Am*Rica's shield in an instant, catching him completely off guard, and in that brief moment of silence, exclaims. "Let's kick his ass!"

A young Noah could still remember the excitement he felt as he watched the scene play out for the first time on the big screen. He thought that Ir*n man's dialogue and the build up to it was so on point and cool at the time.

"Man, I really wish I could do something as cool as that!" He could remember him saying that, but unfortunately for Noah, such a situation would not arrive. 

Young Noah didn't know at the time, but he would soon realise that real life was extremely different from the blockbuster movies, and such a situation would never be-

"Ahh! Screw it!" 

BAM!

Noah stretched out his hand in an instant, grabbing Billy's fist effortlessly and totally catching the young athlete off guard!

"Wha-What the hell? He actually caught the punch?" One of the classmates who was secretly observing them was so shocked that he accidentally yelled out, which made everyone else turn their attention towards the two.

"You little b*tch! Trying to embarrass me? You must have a death wish!" Billy, who was so embarrassed by the situation, tried to threaten Noah angrily, but no matter what he did, he could not pull his fist back from Noah's tight grip, much to his dismay.

Noah stared at Billy's fist for a few seconds in silence, and a wide smile appeared on his face as he whispered under his breath, "Let's kick his ass!"

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BOOM!

He flung Billy's hand back and kicked him right in the gut, causing him to fall backwards and onto the row of desks and chairs that were behind him.

'Sh*t! I really am a f*cking superhero!' Amazed by what he has just done, Noah stared at his hands and laughed maniacally, not noticing Billy who rose up from the floor and dashed towards him with hatred in his eyes.

"You b*tch! I'm going to kill you!" Billy roared loudly as he threw another punch straight at Noah's face. 

"H-Huh? Oh f*ck!" By the time Noah noticed, it was already too late. The fist was moving so fast that it had already reached its target, striking Noah's face like a-

Poke!

Noah, who had instinctively shut his eyes close, slowly opened it while letting out a sigh. "O-Oh yeah! I forgot, haha! Probably should stop doing that." 

BAM!

He punched Billy right in the chest, pushing him back yet again, except this time, Noah dashed forward and pressed him down to the floor, preventing him from getting up.

"Y-You little- What the hell do you think you're doing?" There was a slight trembling in Billy's voice as he said that last sentence, which just made Noah snicker in delight.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Noah said as he pulled back his right hand into the air, winding up for a punch as Billy began to struggle under his grip. "I'm beating the crap out of you, idiot!"

BAM!

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The Vice Principal's Office.

"Do you know what you've done, young man?!" Sitting in his leather chair, Vice Principal Henry King began berating Noah, who sat opposite to him.

After beating up the star of the soccer club, Noah was instantly summoned to the Vice Principal's office, even though they never called up Billy for beating him up regularly. Not even once.

Of course, Noah knew the reason why.

"Oh, he most definitely knew what he was doing, Vice Principal! Look at this kid, he probably wants to shoot up the school or something!" Standing behind Vice Principal King, leaning next to the wall, was soccer coach Donny Goldberg, who was glaring at Noah as if he was his mortal enemy. "He hurt the only chance we had of getting to the National games. I want him out of the school, Vice Principal! I want him expelled!"

"W-What? Y-You can't do that!" Noah widened his eyes and yelled out loudly. He was afraid of getting kicked out of school. "I was just defending myself! Your star player has been bullying me for over a year!"

"Not only are you a delinquent, but you're also a good liar, huh?!" Coach Donny sneered at him and slammed his hand on the table as he spoke. "Listen here you little twerp. Everyone knows that Billy Becker is a model student who has never even hurt a fly in his life. Even the teachers love him. You think a little twerp like you lying about him bullying you is going to get you out of this situation? Well you're wrong!"

"I am not lying!" Noah yelled out in anger. "I'm telling the truth!"

"See, Vice Principal? He's still lying. He hasn't learned a single thing!" Coach Donny said with annoyance evident in his eyes, and Vice Principal King nodded his head. "I agree, coach. However, seeing as the Principal is on leave today, I cannot make any decisions about expulsion. We can continue this conversation once the Principal returns from his leave of absence tomorrow. What do you think?"

"That'd be fine, Vice Principal!" Coach Donny nodded his head, satisfied by the Vice Principal's decision, and Noah simply held his head tightly, horrified at what was going to happen to him. 

'What the hell have I gotten myself into?!'

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After getting berated for a few more minutes, Noah was allowed to return to his classroom, but he couldn't focus on his studies anymore. Not with the fear of expulsion looming on top of him. 

He immediately returned home after his classes, dashed to his room and locked it from the inside, after which, he laid down on his bed, and let out a sigh.

'Will I really get expelled tomorrow?' Noah wondered. He knew that coach Donny had a big influence on the financial revenue and the reputation of the school. And Noah had just beaten up his star player. If he wanted, coach Donny could definitely get him expelled. 

'Hah, what the hell?!' Noah could feel his eyes getting misty, and he couldn't help but laugh at his pitiful situation. 'Calling myself a superhero… what a load of crap!'

He clenched his blanket tightly and rubbed his face in order to remove the tears that were flowing down onto his cheeks. 

'I just want everything to be over with...' He whispered weakly as he closed his eyes, wondering if everything will magically return back to normal once he opens his eyes again. Like a dream that never happened. 

'I just wanted to be happy...' He mumbled weakly as he slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

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'Revenge…it's sweet, isn't it?'

"Hah!" Noah jumped up, awoken abruptly by a whisper. He began breathing in and out, as he gripped his forehead, his head hurting yet again for some unknown reason. "Ugh.. What the hell? It's so painful!"

He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, but his painful expression soon turned into that of shock and confusion once he realised that he was not inside his room like he had thought he was.

"H-Huh? Where the hell am I?" Confused and unable to comprehend his situation, Noah looked around, trying to figure out where he was. 

Once he got a good look at the surroundings, Noah realized that he was near Howell street, which was about five and a half miles away from his home. He was sitting in the middle of the road, under a flickering street lamp, next to a bunch of trash cans.

How the hell did he get here? Noah wanted to know.

But right then, the pain inside his head began to increase, and he was forced to clutch his head as he groaned once again. 

"Ugh… Why does my hand feel so wet?" As he was tightly gripping his head, Noah realized that his hand felt wet, and he slowly pulled it away from his forehead and brought it close to his face to inspect it.

"AHHH!" But his expression turned to that of horror when he saw what was on his hand. "B-Blood!"