LORE OF XIE 1

‘What is your name?’ Michael thought.

An oddly familiar Middle Eastern voice sounded. “Do you know who planned some plane to crash into the twin towers on September 11, 2001?”

‘Bin Laden..?’ Michael thought.

‘Correct. You are bound by a soul agreement. You must embark on the path of fighting, before Trump orders a manhunt for you. If the agreement is broken, I will see that many violent JEWS are sent in your direction to torment you.’

Michael said nothing. He was in shock and fear.

‘Do not fret, I will embark upon you some basic martial arts and skills that should be enough to defeat most of the weaklings that attend your school. Do not use them in the school, only in an area where nobody can see you.”

A simple okay was the only response that Michael could muster.

The next day, after the last period of the day. Everybody was getting their belongings from their lockers and socializing.

In the hallways, Michael walked as he normally did, but he watched as more people were looking at him, ridiculing him and teasing him. To release his pent up rage, he let out a shout that he thought could quake the heaven and earth. It did not, and he could feel people laughing and pointing at him more than ever.

‘Fuck all of those assholes. I hate them.’

“Haha, look at this retard named Michael, he’s so funny,” A boy named Maxim mocked loudly.

Maxim and Michael did not have good relations with each other. Michael was peaceful, but Maxim loved seeing him angry because he thought that Michael was an easy target. Since elementary school, Maxim played pranks on him, mocked him, and even pulled down Michael’s pants in front of over 600 people once.

“What, Michael? Can you not talk, idiot?”

‘That’s it. I need to teach him a lesson!!’ Michael thought.

‘Do not use too much force, Michael, or you might be exposed. Perhaps do the job after school?’ Bin Laden’s voice advised him.

“Yes.” Michael said out loud by accident.
“You can talk, retard. Wow!” Maxim said, “What else can you say?”

“Fuck you, bitch” Michael bravely said.

‘Hey, I did not say that!’ he exclaimed in his head.

‘Hehe. Finish the job at the bus stop.’

“Oh wow!” Maxim and his friends laughed to the point where they turned red.

After school at the bus stop. Maxim had not showed up yet, and Michael could see his bus arriving. Michael’s bus stop was one away from Maxim’s though, so he hoped that Maxim would show up by the time he got there.

Sure enough, Maxim approached the bus stop along with his two friends. Bin Laden was the first to notice Maxim, and he hinted Michael to start his first attack.

‘What a pussy, he brought his two friends. Without them, the job would have been much easier,’ Bin Laden sighed internally, ‘Michael, you cannot use your special arts just yet. Do you see the fool known as Maxim over there? Perform a basic kick that you have seen in your favourite show, RWBY. It will be able to deter him for now. Let’s just hope he does not report this to your deities.’

‘Wait, deities? Mr. Laden, what deities??’

‘NO TIME TO EXPLAIN, LOOK HE IS RIGHT THERE JUST KICK THE FUCKER. AAAAH’

Michael rushed out of his seat with immense speed faster than how one climbs up the stairs in the darkness to their bedroom.

“You dare to make a spectacle of me?? Impudent being, face my wrath!” Michael roundhouse kicked Maxim in a way that even Chuck Norris would be proud of him.

“Come, fool! Hahaha… COME!!” Michael shouted, “Heh. Like he pussy he is, he won’t do anything! What a joke you are, silly jew. Do not forget your past.”

‘Woah woah woah Michael, cool down buddy. The job is done. Get back on the bus and I will analyze the consequences of this event. I sense something already…’ Bin Laden told Michael.

‘Wait, you didn’t do that before? What if I get in trouble? Ugh fine, got some RWBY to catch up on, don't care enough,’

Bin Laden now thought to himself: ‘Phew, at least he forgot about the deities in all his rage. He has yet to see their full power, which I do sense he will experience tomorrow, especially with those pesky friends as backup… fuck, why did Hitler and Stalin both tell me to get rid of Maxim? Whatever, I will rise above them soon enough with Michael as my apprentice.’

Michael went home, and slept well knowing that he did the world justice by taking action on the oppressive Maxim.