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William's heart raced as if it were about to explode, every drop of blood boiling within him, as if he had never truly lived before. He pushed past the two students blocking his path, their surprise and complaints failing to register in his ears. Everything around him blurred; the world was reduced to the silhouette of James, the only path leading to his destiny. A manic smile stretched across William's face, a smile filled with a determination to obliterate everything, one he could hardly contain.
He envisioned a future where he would be a hero, basking in the respect and admiration of countless people. The glory that James had once stolen would now belong to him, for he, William Stewart, would become the hero who ended James's reign. The entire school, even the whole nation, would know him, respect him, and be grateful to him. All the mockery, all the failures, all the humiliations would be washed away with this one strike.
"Hahahahaha," William laughed maniacally in his mind, a hint of uncontrollable laughter escaping his throat as he felt himself teetering on the edge of madness. Adrenaline surged through his veins; every cell trembled with an impending explosion of power.
He watched as James was surrounded by students, reveling in their nauseating adoration. Those foolish, blind students had no idea that they were idolizing a demon! They did not realize that the one who truly deserved their worship, who should be the hero, was none other than himself—William! His hand gripping the knife began to tremble violently, filled with exhilaration.
"You fools, just wait... once I bring this knife down, you will know that I am the true savior," William whispered through gritted teeth, as if making a vow.
Everything around him seemed to slow down; time appeared to stand still. He gazed at James's towering figure, an indescribable thrill rising within him. His steps quickened with urgency as if trying to keep pace with the spinning wheel of fate. The crowd that had once seemed like an obstacle now felt like a stage— their astonishment, gasps, and even fear would serve as the climax of this drama, the backdrop to his moment of glory.
"Everything will end, James; it will all end at my blade." William's thoughts spiraled into madness as he taunted fate. He could almost feel the knife piercing James's back, slicing through his filthy flesh while warm blood splattered onto his hands. He could nearly smell the pungent scent of blood—it would be the aroma of liberation, a symbol of victory.
"This strike will change everything; with this strike, I will reclaim what is rightfully mine!" he roared internally as if issuing himself a final command.
The muscles in William's face twitched uncontrollably, nearly torn apart by this endless frenzy. Each step he took and every inch of floor beneath his feet led him toward that ultimate blow. His hand tightened around the knife's hilt; though cold to the touch, his heart burned with intensity. This moment belonged to him; it was the pinnacle of his life. All past failures and resentments would dissipate with this one strike.
"Now is the time!" he growled like a frenzied leopard, eyes locked on what lay ahead.
Time slowed further; he could see the tip of his knife sliding out from his sleeve, glinting coldly. He grasped it tightly, feeling the power it bestowed upon him as if fate's key rested in his hand. His mind flooded with countless images—James's death, the liberation of students, his own triumph. His heartbeat quickened while each step grew heavier; every footfall felt like treading on destiny's threshold.
"One strike," William shouted within himself, overwhelmed by ecstasy at the thought of imminent victory; this strike would be the moment that changed everything.
He watched James's retreating figure, a maniacal laugh escaping his lips as he raised the knife, envisioning the moment he would sever all darkness in one decisive stroke.
William pushed aside the last student, his fervor reaching a fever pitch. Bloodshot eyes burned with a feral grin that twisted across his face, a release of years of pent-up rage. His heart pounded violently against his chest, as if it would tear free, and adrenaline coursed through him, sharpening every nerve. In that moment, he felt an irresistible surge of power.
"Die, James!" William roared, his voice low and trembling, like a madman who had struggled in the abyss for too long and finally found an escape. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, the knife held high in his hand like a scythe ready to reap lives.
Time seemed to slow in that instant. William's world turned eerily quiet; the throng of students around him blurred into obscurity, all focus honing in on James's back. He could feel every drop of sweat trickling down, hear the rush of his own blood pounding in his ears. It was as if he were partaking in a frenzied ritual, and he was about to complete this sacrifice. The blade in his hand glimmered with a cold light as it sliced through the air, lunging toward James's back like a wild beast.
"Hahaha!" At the moment the blade pierced skin, William felt an overwhelming force surge through him, penetrating James's muscles and embedding deeply within him. The impact sent James crashing forward, toppling several students beside him to the ground. Screams erupted in the classroom, but to William's ears, they sounded like distant noise; all that existed in his world was the knife plunging into James's flesh—the warmth and weight he felt in his hand drove him into a frenzy.
"Hahahaha! I'm free! I'm free!" William collapsed onto James's back, eyes wide with madness as he sensed James's body twitching beneath him. The feeling of controlling another's life filled him with immense satisfaction. A drop of blood oozed from James's wound and fell onto William's hand; its scorching touch ignited an exhilarating thrill within him, as if this blood were his trophy. He raised his bloodied hand and laughed uncontrollably; the ecstasy of this moment made him forget everything around him—only he and James’s trembling body remained.
"Haha! You're finished, James! I finally did it!" William shouted deliriously, his voice brimming with pride and release. He felt like a prisoner set free at last, having found liberation after years of shackles. Gripping James by the collar, he pulled his face close to James’s ear and whispered venomously, "This is my victory; hahaha, you lost, James."
In that moment, William envisioned himself as a hero—the one who would save everyone. He had liberated them all; he had liberated himself. No longer was he the overlooked and ridiculed one. He could sense the terrified gazes of the surrounding students; he knew everything would change their fates and alter this world. This was a revolution, and he—William—was the hero who brought liberation.
He laughed maniacally and shouted fervently: "Look! I killed him! I freed you!" His voice echoed throughout the classroom, filled with morbid self-satisfaction and triumphant joy. He repeated these words over and over as if to ensure everyone heard him—to let them all know it was he, William, who had ended James—the "demon."
The knife remained deeply embedded in James’s back, blood dripping continuously onto the floor as if painting a crimson period at the end of this "victory."
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