NOTE: THIS IS SET IN THE 'NES' UNIVERSE (You know, the story that Chuck has been working on for the past few years? How could you miss?) I WILL BE TAKING MY OWN THOUGHTS INTO THIS STORY AND NOT EVERYTHING IN THIS FIC WILL BE CONSISTENT WITH THE NES. (If you haven't read the NES before reading this, I highly recommend that you do.) Anyways, on with the story!
CHAPTER 1
ROUGH BEGGININGS
It was another gloomy day for the pessimistic Constantious. Another day of living in a hell hole crammed to the rim with a pack of crazy lunatics, corrupted authority figures and a shitty school. It’s not like he could do anything about it, though. He was stuck here until he was going to graduate. Which wasn’t going to be for a long, long time. He just wishes his time here would hurry up so he could go somewhere far away, maybe an island in Hawaii, but he’d given up hope ever since he was dumped off at Bullworth. He’d gotten use to life in Bullworth over a long period time, though. That doesn’t mean he didn’t mind it, but he’d just gotten use to it.
Const recently formed an inability to sleep, which was really inconvenient. He lay in his bed with his eyes wide open, trying to think of something to do to take his mind off depressing thoughts. He hadn’t slept in four whole days. Const took off his blanket and stood on the floor of his bedroom dorm. He reluctantly looked up at his own tired face in the mirror, feeling ill and miserable. It's like looking at another fucking person staring back at him, and he knows he must be tired, and he knows he must need some sleeping aid pills or something, because his reflection glares angrily back at him and, in his own voice, informs him of how sick he really is.
‘I saw you looking at her, you sick pervert. Wish you were under the covers with your little girlfriend? How about those Bullies too, eh? You like it when they beat you up? Huh? What about you wanting to screw over Tony? I know you want to. ’
"No.... Stop lying...." Constantious croaks. His expression is tired, but the mirror-image of him is smirking and wide awake.
‘Don't lie, I know everything. We know everything.’
It's more difficult than it should be to tell his own voice to shut up, so Const said nothing with a sorrowful look on his face, wishing that his ‘Mirror Reflected’ image would just go away. It was, unfortunately, quite regular when Constantious hadn’t been sleeping for a number of days for something like this to happen. He'd experienced it before. But it never got this bad. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn’t. Mirror Const's dark eyes shined menacingly at him.
‘There. Be at peace with what you are, a coward. You’re pathetic. He mocked, “Ohh, please don’t hurt me!! I did nothing to deserve this! Leave me alone!” ‘
"S-...Shut up!"
‘Yeah, you always take your abuse like a man, eh? you're too much of a coward to do anything about it.-'
"Be quiet!!! Shut up right now!!!!" He yelled helplessly at his mirror image.
‘Him beating you to a bloody pulp, you did nothing to defend yourself. NOTHING!! COWARD!! Your “Boss” hasn’t done anything to protect you. You’re a coward-’
"You don't know what you're talking about!"
‘And you probably let them beat you up on purpose, because you’re scared, weak, a coward. You just take it while that Italian piece of shit does nothing. You can do something about it, you can take over. He’s nothing. He is NOTHING!!! HE SITS THERE WHILE YOU TAKE THESE BEATINGS? YOU THINK HE CARES ABOUT YOU? HE’S USING YOU, CONST. USING YOU. NOW IS THE PERFECT TIME TO-’
"Stop it... Stop...." Const pleaded.
‘You weak coward, gutless piece of crap. We both know you want to take over, we both know that you NEED to take over-’
"LIAR!!!!"
‘Beat them to a pulp, beat them to an inch of their lives, Constantious. Don’t take it, next time, beat anyone who abuses you until they plead and beg for mercy. Hell, maybe even screw over Tony if you need to. What’s he done for anyone recently, huh? NOTHING. He’s a bad person. You need to stop his dictatorship. Stop his ruthless tirade of power.’
"SHUT UP! I'm not doing that!!! He’s a good person!!! STOP!!!"
Ha! That's too good. Mirror Constantious has the impudence to look amused. His upper lip curled up with a devilish grin. ‘You love him don’t you? You pathetic, gutless sack of crap. You moron! You’ll never amount to anything in life, except for a punching bag for the ignorant masses. You spineless coward. You’re simply no more than Tony’s bitch. He doesn’t like you, he used you and he still does to this day. What makes you think that if you didn’t agree to being his “Ears” that he wouldn’t viciously beat you to a pulp as well? YOU’RE A COWARD. A SPINELESS COWAR-'
With an irate, torturous snarl, Constantious angrily charged towards the mirror with all his force and furiously lunged his right fist into the mirror. The glass shattered on impact, blood and glass goes flying in every single direction and the mirror crumbles into no more than a million different little pieces. Shards of glass flutter, cutting into his skin. Tiny specs of red form spots on his undershirt, immense blood was trickling from his left knuckles.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you! Bastard!!!!!" He growled, over and over. Now it’s just a meaningless explosion of hatred towards himself - the him in the mirror. He felt his right eye being flooded with, what seemed, to be blood, spreading, but he can't feel it any longer - he can't think. He claws at the shattered mirror and mutters. "Bastard... BASTARD!” He threw one final punch into the shattered mirror and fell onto his bed. The blood kept on flooding into his right eye and he didn’t know how, he continued wiping the blood off from his eye but the flooding wouldn’t stop blinding him. He leaned down and picked up a bit of glass that was previously attached to a mirror like it should have been and he looked into it. He was shocked at what he looked upon. A shard of glass was stuck near his eyeball, oh so close to his eyeball. He was lucky it didn’t make direct contact.
"Fuck," he muttered. His hands are shaking, too unstable for him to grip the the glass out. "Pull it out, Const... C’mon... You can do it....” With his wobbly hands, he grasped the glass between his fingers and pulled with power, releasing it from his eye with a grunt. “N-N-Need to toss out the glass...” He muttered to himself. “Need.... Need to get a towel...”
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‘BBBUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZ’......That annoying alarm clock ringed throughout Constantious’s dorm room, shocking him. Const lay on his bed, tiredly groaning in agony. He had formed bags underneath his eye lids as he had been deprived sleep thanks to his recent case Insomnia. His face was somewhat pale and it just added more misery to his already miserable life. Seriously, he had enough problems, but he also had to have Insomnia as well? Not to mention that whole thing that happened last night, it absolutely shocked himself to know the extents of how far Insomnia could drive you over the edge, especially if you haven’t been able to sleep in four days, oops, now it was actually five days. He now had a noticeable scar over his right eye, and his right fist was stinging and slightly swelled. He should get that bandaged up soon. He still felt the effects of his outburst last night. Was he losing it?.... He needed to get some pills for this, and soon.
Const let out a frustrated grunt, rolling off his bed and standing up, yawning and stretching. With Insomnia, you’re never really asleep. Although you’re also never really awake either. When he’s in bed all night, he just stares up at the roof over his head for hours and hours until his alarm clock hits. He just ‘Zones’ out. The only form of ‘Sleep‘ he got in the recent weeks was him experiencing hallucinogenic moments, most of the time these were bad. However, sometimes, very rarely, they could be good and even somewhat relaxing, offering a rare alternative to sleep.
Const had never bothered to get changed out of his Bullworth Uniform, either. Even when going to sleep. It was just a waste of time in his opinion, and just added unnecessary work to his schedule. The only time he’d take it off was when he took a shower in the Locker Rooms at the Gym, or when he took a swim in the pool, which, finally, was filled up a few months back.
Constantious had exited out of his dorm room and was relieved to realize that it was a Saturday, a weekend. No classes whatsoever. That minor thing was enough to give him a sigh of relief, but, that was until, he also realized that today, new students were coming to Bullworth Academy. He let out a moan of annoyance. ‘Great, another bucket load of complete morons being dumped off into this shit hole of a school’ Const thought with despair. He sat outside of the front steps of the Boys Dorm, feeling the chilly wind blow through his face constantly. He didn’t mind the cold, he preferred it over hot air. He tended to think better when he was in the cold, but hey, he thinks good all the time, that’s what he thinks at least.
“Hey, twerp, get out of the way!” A voice hissed from behind Constantious. Before he could react, he felt a shoe being pushed up against his back and felt the shoe launch off of it, making him tumble down the one or two steps onto the ground with a slight thud. The person who did this was now laughing in pure delight.
Const looked up and saw, not surprisingly, a member of the Bullies. It was Trent, along with Davis. “Hey, get up!” Davis yelled at the downed Constantious.
He did so out of intimidation, standing there and looking at the two Bullies with fear embracing him. “You know the drill, wimp. Give us your cash and we don’t beat the hell out of your sorry ass.” Trent said with a grin.
The ‘Wimp’, the ‘Pessimist’ had enough of all the abuse he had dished out on him all the time, this had to come to a stop. He always wanted to be stronger, both physically, emotionally and mentally. Although he was never capable of doing so. “Hurry up twerp!” Davis said impatiently. “Cough it up, before you regret it!”
“You shouldn’t be messing with Tony’s right hand man.” He threatened back with fake confidence. “You’ll really regret doing that. Trust me.”
The two Bullies looked at each other and let out a jolly good chuckle. “This twerp actually thinks Tony will do fuck all!” Trent laughed. “Listen kid.” Davis said, directing the attention back to his victim. “Tony’s glory days are over. He doesn’t do fuck all for this community anymore. Sure, he can keep up the illusion that he keeps authority at this school, but does he nowadays? No. You know why?... Because he’s a little depressed wimp who doesn’t give a fuck about what happens anymore. Now, give us your fucking cash and we won’t kick your ass to the curb.”
'You're not going to take that are you?...' The voice said. 'Come on, don't give them your money. Don't do it.'
Constantious suddenly felt a rare occurrence of courage, of bravery. This was not something that ever happened usually. It could only mean one thing... He was not going to give his money to some punks who demand it. He wasn’t going to take this abuse. He was going to fight back.
“You want my money, eh?” Const said in a unsteady, but still condescending tone. “Heh, come and get it.” Constantious swung his right fist into Davis’s head, and with the absolute force of the punch, he fell to the ground and his head whacked against the ground. He was unconscious. Trent was shocked, he looked down at the injured Davis, and snapped his head back up, giving an unearthly glare at Constantious, gritting on his teeth and looking enraged. Constantious had completely regretted what he’d just done. His instincts told him to run like hell, and he did just that.
“YOU’RE GONNA’ REGRET DOING THAT, PUNK!” Trent roared. “GET BACK HERE!” Constantious ran for his life, trying desperately not to be caught by up by Trent’s fury. If only he’d outran him. Suddenly, he gasped as wind escaped throughout his panting breath, and the next thing he knew, Trent was on top of him, throwing punches into the abdomen of the helpless Constantious.
‘You’re a coward. Do something about it.’ A voice said suddenly. With each sentence, the fists of Trent kept digging deeper and deeper with each punch. ‘Are you going to let them beat on you, Const?’ The voice said in a teasing manner. ‘He isn’t defending his facial area. Capitalize. CAPITALIZE ON IT CONSTANTIOUS!! CAPITALIZE!!’ The voice screamed. “AUGH!!!!!!” Constantious jolted back up and threw a barbaric head butt, colliding his head with Trent’s and knocking him to the ground. He stood up on shaky legs and he looked down at Trent. He lay there, moaning and muttering under his breath about "Revenge".... Const looked horrified at what he'd just done, he shouldn't of been a hero. He should of just given the money to him. But he didn't. Const stumbled away from the scene and out the exit of Bullworth Academy, looking over his shoulder.
"Oh shit, oh shit..." He muttered to himself, still trying to make his way to Bullworth Town as quick as he could to get away from the scene he had just caused.
'Good job. Really showed that prick who's boss.' The familiar voice said. 'Showed him a glimpse of your... How do you say? True colours, eh? '
And off to Bullworth Town he went. He needed those pills, and soon. This ‘Voice’ in his head, his ‘Mirror Image’ sure as hell won’t do him any good.
