Little devils

I continued walking slowly as I got used to my surroundings.

Inhaling a big breath of air, I smiled with pleasure.

*Haaah*

It feels so good to feel the information entering my mind...

Trash on the floor, lockers on a certain wall, a janitor looking at me strangely, all this information enters my memory never to leave, something that has no relevance, but I will never be able to forget it.

All this makes me feel wonderful for some unknown reason.

Arriving in front of what seems to be a small closet, I open it without hesitation, and inside you can see different things with something in common, all were grooming tools.

Looking at the toilet lady's tools, I take two brooms and close the closet, and then head towards where I think the fat kid is.

On the way I met a few people, the teachers in general looked at me in a worried way, but none of them took the time to approach me to ask what happened to me, even some of them knew what was going on and just let it go like a girl fight.

It's funny...

Half of my face under my eye is black and my nose is bleeding...

Don't you care?

Don't you care to know what happened?

Is it because we are children?

But shouldn't it be more worrying?

Well...

I shouldn't ask too much of this public school.

Nor from the people...

As I pondered, I realized that I was only a few meters away from my destination, causing my blood to boil from the constant humiliation these bitches caused me. I tightened my grip on the two brooms and walked faster.

As I approached I saw them, 3 boys sitting on the floor, just outside the classroom, while happily looking at a magazine, as if all the beating earlier was something they didn't do.

Many often say that in these cases you should defend yourself and everything will stop, while others say to tell the teachers or someone older, but I know it's all bullshit.

My child self had tried to tell the teacher, he had said he would talk to them, but the shit ended up worse, if before they bothered him only in some moments, it became something that happened all day long, causing me to regret it the moment I tried.

I had also tried to defend myself, but it's tricky shit when you consider I'm outnumbered and out-sized, I practically couldn't even land a hit the right way, though I'm a little embarrassed that my first hit I tried to land was a slap.

Gritting my teeth at the memories these bastards left me with, I slowly set a broom down on the ground, as I slowly make my way towards them, until I'm on the back of the fat kid who was on one edge.

"Jake!"

I exclaimed, grabbing the end of the broom with two hands, as an involuntary smile spread across my face.

"Yes?"

Turned the greaseball named Jack.

"Fuck you!"

I replied, batting his face with the other end of the broom, causing Jack, with a thud, to fall to the ground from the force of the impact, instantly screaming from the loud thud.

"Noah Fuck you too!"

I yelled, punching him in the side of the body, right in the ribs, then turning my gaze back to the other boy who was still processing all the facts.

"And you Brad You can go fuck yourself too!"

I grinned, waving the broom with all my might, so as to hit his arm hard, which came between him and his path to the ribs.

"OMG!!!"

Jake cried, writhing on the ground as he covered the spot where I hit him with his hands. His current appearance is horrible, snot flowing non-stop from his nose, dirt covers his face from falling the ground, while tears didn't help much, spreading dust all over his face.

"WAAAA!!!"

Noah screamed, lying on the ground with a fetal position, crying loudly from the pain of the blow.

"D-daddy! *Sniff* It hurts *Sniff*"

Brad was the only one who didn't scream, just crying softly calling for his father, but I can consider it normal since I only hit him in the arm, not in the face or ribs like the others.

When I finish hitting them I feel perfect, a great relief runs through my mind, I even notice a slight feeling of excitement.

I look at the broom and see that it is in perfect condition, I had thought that one would break, like in the movies, that's why I had brought two, but apparently I still don't have enough strength.

Turning my gaze to Jake who was writhing miserably, all the hatred I felt bloomed again, causing me to quickly move towards him, until I reached his side so I could have a better view of his pitiful state, but not caring about his loud screams, I sat on his chest and looked at him with hatred.

"Don't you like hitting me?" I yelled, smacking the right side of his face.

"You don't like hiding my books?"

I yelled again, hitting the left side of his face this time.

"DON'T YOU LIKE HIDING MY STUFF FROM ME?"

I shouted, my face already distorted with hatred.

"DO YOU LIKE MAKING MY LIFE MISERABLE!!!?"

"ANSWER ME, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!!!"

"ANSWER ME!!!"

I screamed over and over again, as the blows rained down on Jake who was crying louder and louder underneath me

"WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER!!!"

I screamed, already with tears streaming from my eyes, blinded with rage at everything I had been through in my short life.

I hit him again and again and again and again and again and again, until my knuckles began to go numb.

At that moment I felt my entire mind lose control, only rage commanded my being, forcing me to take out all my hatred and frustration on Jake for a few more seconds.

But, despite my anger clouding my judgment, my mind was still functioning as usual, forcing me to come to my senses.

Looking both ways, I can tell that even though these bastards were screaming loudly, no one was arriving on the scene yet, so without hesitation I stood up while wiping the blood and tears from my face with my clothes.

W-what happened to me?

Did I just lose control over a damn kid?

I'm an adult...

Why am I getting upset over a kid?

Tsk

They're to blame, I don't have to feel guilty.

I guess this is a negative point of my perfect memory, every time I remember what I experienced with these bastards, I remember everything perfectly, from the pain, to the sound.

Although remembering the pain doesn't mean I'll feel it again, it's the memory of how painful it was, it's something complicated to explain, but it feels very ugly.

With one last look at the 3 children, I turn around and head for home.

Home...

I never had one...

In my previous life I had a big mansion, but I could never say it was my real home, something normal if I think about my state.

No family, no wife, no children, no nothing...

To me that was just a house, not a home. But now knowing that I have a home, with a mother who loves me, with siblings who love me, somehow served to remove the aggravation I felt inside when I hit the trio of bitches.

I walked in silence as I reflected on everything that had happened in this short time.

I have died and been reincarnated.

I have a family.

I'm weird...

Who am I?

John Black?

O

Christian Grey?

Did I just take John's memories?

Or did I take Christian's body?

No...

Neither option, everything John lived through I don't feel as mere memories, it's as if I lived through it myself, but with Christian it's the same, everything I lived through as Christian are not mere memories.

Why do I talk about the two of them as if they were not me?

Are we the same person or not?

Somehow I think I know the answer.

Yes...

He's me and I'm the...

John...

Is it my past life or my future life?

No...

It can't be future, nor is the world the same.

Even if John was born in the future it doesn't mean that this world is the same.

But...

Does it matter who I was or who I am?

Maybe I am neither and just take in the experiences of both people?

But I can also be both people at the same time, some fusion of souls or something.

Anyway, I don't see any relevance in who I am and who I was, even though my whole point of view has changed, I'm still me, Christian Grey.

A name given to me by my family.

John Black died and that is irrefutable.

John was an orphan and I have family...

Family...

Wait...

Why do I feel like I don't remember something important?

Oh, shit!

Why the fuck am I walking home?

We don't have a home...

We're living in a fucking motel!

Normally I should go pick up my younger siblings and wait for the bus to come, but my siblings didn't go to school because of the changes, I insisted on coming, so the sister came to drop me off.

But was she also supposed to come and pick me up a while ago?

Why does she keep coming?

Hasn't it been about 40 minutes since I left school?

Shouldn't she have picked me up by now?

Well, I'll wait at the entrance...

Redirecting my path to the school entrance, I fall back into deep thoughts.

How different will the world be today?

I have never dedicated myself to studying my surroundings, I have only read about different languages and even about ancient culture, almost nothing about today, I only know that the world is practically the same as the other, the same countries, the same continents, even the same moon, practically nothing vital has changed.

The only thing I can notice is that all history itself changed, for example, in this world it is said that Jesus, the son of the Goddess, was a woman.

Even God is seen as a woman.

Come to think of it...

There are the different gods, Zeus, Odin, Athena, Aphrodite, etc.

Although the story in general I don't know since I was never interested in it, I only know the main thing they once showed in a movie mom saw.

It was a rather peculiar movie, pretty much all the ancient gods were fighting a mega space titan, kind of crazy.

They even showed the origins of the gods and stuff like that.

But in the story, it was Aphrodite who freed the gods from the titans, not Zeus.

In Norse mythology, Odin was not the most important god, he was just the husband of an important goddess, Frigg.

Odin was not a great magician nor the strongest, he was just the god of fertility, who married Frigg, the seer and warrior goddess, one of the strongest goddesses only below Freyja.

Although from what I saw, Odin's appearance is very different from how I thought, he was seen as a handsome man, it is said that his beauty was transcendental among the gods.

Something strange to me who had the one-eyed old man in mind.

There were even the children of that couple.

But...

Thor is not named Thor, but Thorina, even this his sister Loki, has the same name, but it is worth noting that she is now a woman.

That means that, although the same gods are named in this world, there were many changes, but apparently only the biblical one remains practically the same, only the genders were reversed.

No...

Lucifer is a man, that does not change in this world.

The stories left lucifer as a villain as always, but it also stands out a lot that he was dedicated to cheating on women and slept with all of them.

A Whore according to the women of this world.

What a complicated piece of shit...

Although I must say those movies were awesome, it's quite similar to the 'Lord of the Rings' saga but with gods.

I don't know how much of what's in the movies is real, but I guess they were based on their stories.

Apart from the gods, the history of the world also changed, but not the events, only the person, Christopher Columbus did not discover America, it was a Spanish woman named Maria Columbus.

Would she be a relative of Christopher Columbus?

Am I wrong?

Was Christopher Columbus born as a woman?

All the events are the same, the same wars, the same diseases, everything is the same.

In my old world, some believed that, if women had ruled, everything would be different, now I see that it is a vile lie, all humans are the same.