*Virgils PoV*

After math I go to gym. I hate it. Movement. Sweaty. It makes me wanna take off my jacket.

Almost.

I mainly hate it cause my main bully is in the class. And if we have dodge ball today I am screwed.

I walk in and put my bag in the bleachers like usual and get in the line up for stretches.

The guy walks in,puts his stuff down, and gets right beside me. I bite my lip,trying not to groan.

We stretch our arms and he makes sure to smack the back of my head quite a few times.  We stretch our legs and he almost makes me fall by smacking the back of my knees. Our teacher sees it but she just tells him to stop.

We walk and run around the gym. He makes sure to dash around as fast as he can,shoving me whenever possible. At one point I actually fell, and he just continued on.

I got up and dusted my self off. The teacher yells for us to come back and we get in a circle.

"Today is dodge ball day. We will play a normal round to warm up, death match and then another normal one."

I hated death match. Once you were out you're out. And it's this guys specialty.

She splits us up and we're on opposite teams. Again. Yay.

She lays the balls out on the line and blows the whistle to start.

I hide in the back not wanting to go In For the balls.

The dude grabs like 3. He takes out 2 of our guys and he chucks one at me.

Now our gym isn't big by all means. It's pretty small. So he could easily get me like normal.

And he does.

He gets my leg. Although I go and move out he doesn't seem satisfied with that. And I'm surprised. I usually either get the gut, groin, or face. The leg was not the worse.

As I'm out and thinking of that, my wanders to this morning. Did that actually work? Am I protected a bit?

The round ends quickly and its death match time. Again I hang by the wall. He doesn't get any the first time and I just stand there,waiting to get hit.

He gets one a minute later and chucks it at me.

Dodge right

I blink and do that instinctively, the ball htting right behind me.

I get up and grab the ball,hugging it tightly. The guy is not mad. He is raging.

I look at the ball and start to shake. Why'd I go right? Did someone yell it at me?

Throw it as hard as you can

I hear it again. "W-What?" I ask the closest teammate. "What did you say?"

"I didn't say nothing." He yells and gets out.

And that's when I realize.

I'm by myself.

All the balls are on my side.

And I'm panicing.

There's 3 kids on his team

I look at the ball in my hand. "I just want to get him out. I'll be ok getting out if he is too." I think to myself.

I clutch the ball, yank my arm back and throw it as hard as I can.

And it sails over his head.

He smirks and I know I'm dead.

He turns for the ball and WHAM! His teammate socks him in the nose.

He falls down and the guy goes pale.

I blink as all that happens. "I forfeit!" I yell and run out.

He's out. The bully is out. Not by my hand but still. I outlasted him. I have a small smile appearing. Small victories.

But when I look up, he is the opposite of happy.

I gulp and go into the last round. He is red with rage.

Go for ball

I turn to the girl. "You say something?"

She shakes her head.

The whistle blows and I dash for a ball. I grab one but it slips out of my hands,

And hits the bully's foot and then the floor.

Oh my god he's out.

He looks at me and we both know it.

"Benson! You're out!" The teacher calls his name out.

I back up slowly. He's gripping a ball tightly.

He hurdles it towards me. It smacks into my shoulder hard.

"BENSON!" The teacher yells as he storms out, grabbing his backpack and walking out.

I grab an ice pack and wear it on my shoulder for 5 minutes. It's not bad. Just red.

The bell rings and I grab my backpack, heading to lunch when I feel someone grab that shoulder and slam me into the wall. I gasp in pain when my head hits it.

"Think you're so funny huh? Getting me out in death match and with that stupid move?" He growls, spitting on my face.

I shake my head. "N-no benson. I-it was just luck-"

"It wasn't lucky! That was planned!" He growled.

Suddenly he turns around. "What?!" He yells at nothing.

I shove him off and run to the bathroom, locking myself in and him out.

I hear him a few seconds later. "Open the door dammit! I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

I start to panic and it's hard to breathe. I drop my bag when I get to the wall,sliding down it and gripping my hair.

I feel something touch me and I jump, and I see the book, the post it note still sticking out.

I flip to it desperately. The post it reads,"Say the words and Offer the biggest thing you can. I will help you."

I am so confused. I hear another thump and the door is wobbling now.

I look at the page and it's a bunch of text I can't read. It makes me panic and cry more. Who wrote this? How could I read it? Am I gonna die?

I blink and the tear falls,making my eyes clear. "V-Volo salvus fieri ex aliqua c-comminatio. et ambulabunt mecum sanus abit. A-accipe munusculum Si autem usque ad m-mortem sine pacto signati." I read the ending of it and gasping for breath.

The door bursts open and Benson is charging in,red as a beet.

"A-anything! Just help!" I yell as I hide my head.

Deal

The side of my face starts to hurt and I hold it in pain. My eyes are shut from the pain and I cry and gasp until it fades.

I blink the tears away and I look up and see a tall figure. He's in some kind of black shirt and jeans, a belt looped in.

"It would be wise to leave now Benson. Accept your punishment from the law or face me." He growled.

Benson, shaking and pale as a leaf, runs in the direction of the principals office.

I look up, shaking and scared.

The man turns around. He wears glasses. His eyes are a dark blue. He has a black polo shirt on and a blue tie. He moves down to my level. "Are you ok Virgil?"

"Who are you? H-how do you know my name?" I ask.

He points to the book that I'm clutching.

I blink. "W-What about it?"

"I did appreciate the offering you gave me earlier. It was.....unusual. I appreciated it."

That's when I noticed the notepad and pen on the floor. "D-did you steal it?! Where you the one who wrote the note?!" I ask madly.

He blinks. "Was it not helpful? You wanted protection and a protector. So here I am."

I shake my head. "...what?!" 

He sighs and takes off his glasses. One of his eyes go black and have some green thing running over them, like computer bites.

"You can call me your protector, though I am actually a demon. And you...." he holds up his glasses and I see myself and gasp.

I have those same bites on the side of my face.

"You are now mine."