The Rise of Batwing4

Author's Note
H950sm owns this pasta. B4BM belongs to GREEN0704. This was made for the official 0704 Remake Competition! Enjoy!

Prologue
The door flipped open, and he ran in with a face flooded with tears. He stood behind the sink and reached out for the tap. As he did so, he noticed his hand shaking violently. The moment he turned the tap, cold water started flowing out of the tap continuously. He hovered a hand below the tap, filled his hand with water, and splashed it on his face again, again, and again. The bathroom had low yellow lighting. He was able to feel the cold of the granite tiles under his feet. The cold stung his feet, so he had to lift his feet several times to lose the cold of the tiles.

After some more splashing, he lifted his head up and stared at his reflection. In the mirror, a young man with sore red eyes that had become so after weeping so much was present. Drops of water poured down from almost everywhere on his face. This wasn't the happy, cheerful boy he knew.

Then a series of loud shouts and arguments were heard from behind his bedroom door. Upon hearing those sounds, he became even more depressed. All these arguments coming from his drunk and ugly-minded parents, and the immense torture from the bullies were unbearable for him.

Presently, the boy came back into the reality and looked at those troubled eyes in the mirror.

Why have I been given such a life?

He didn't know why. He never knew why. He must have been given such a life just to waste it whilst being exploited.

Sadly, he walked back to his bedroom with his head down, his muscles contracted, and his stomach stoned. He returned back to the face of the monitor, and observed those messages again, all while his character within the game was continuously being killed by all the players who surrounded him. Every single time he died, he hit the Respawn button thoughtlessly and effortlessly.

The players were getting even harsher. The admins began teleporting him to high places where he would die after hitting the ground too hard.

Then he was placed in a jail, right in the spawn of the server. It was located right in a corner. The prison was made of bedrock. There was an opening of the iron bars where players one-by-one threw eggs on him.

Why?

But he didn't die. He was still alive. Eggs were useless against him, but still they used it.

He just wanted to leave. But the Admins wouldn't. One of them had used a plugin which prevented him from leaving the game. ALT and F4, strangely, was of no use either.

He decided to beg one more time for his freedom. Still in a depressed mood, he opened the chat and began typing.

 Please... I beg you... please stop.

[HeadAdmin] Never! You deserve to lose in your useless life!

 LOL IKR!

 HAHAHA

The chat was flooded with laughs and catcalls. At this point, Makoto was very heartbroken. He could not bear the torture he received from the players who were from the same school. Again, tears began to escape from his eyes and pour down his cheek. Outside, a loud thunder and a flash of lightning shook the world. With that, the first few raindrops fell and immediately after that a huge pile of rain was sent down.

Makoto decided to just turn off his PC. But first he wanted to turn off the monitor because he did not want to see those messages anymore. So he reached out with his trembling hand, still wet and cold from the water of the tap. He pressed his finger against the Power button of the monitor.

FLASH!

A fierce lightning had struck. The electrical charges travelled all around in very short time. At last it entered through the circuit of the room. The next moment---

POW!

A huge... very huge spark of electricity was ignited. That acted as the cause for the explosion. Nothing much had happened to the room, except for a bloody body lying flat on the floor, a destroyed computer, and a large splash of blood smeared on one of the walls.

Chapter I
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