Records of Rebirth

And when the Prince did react, it seemed the earlier drama had restarted again.

The prince strode forward and grabbed the victim's arm, intending to pull her to his side. But she held onto her new boyfriend's arm, struggling to get away from the angry prince. Her tears of joy from a moment ago have turned into actual tears.

Was this the famous "If I can't have you, no one else will?"

Why not accept your rejection and move on? You may be the class prince but it's not necessary for every girl to fall for you. What shameless behaviour.

That's when something more shocking happened.

*Thwack*

The prince is momentarily stunned as he gets punched by his best friend. He releases the victim and staggers back a few steps in shock. He touches the corner of his mouth that is bleeding, dark eyes brimming with rage.

The prince's best friend threw a strong punch at the agitated prince which made him release his grip on the victims hand. He staggered back a few steps and looked at his friend in shock as he touched the corner of his mouth that was bleeding.

The prince's dark eyes were filled with rage as he glared belligerently at the couple, like the impossible had just happened. His lips twisted into a snarl as he roared.

"You dare to hit me?!"

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Our teacher quickly got in between the three to try to calm everyone down. He was initially happy that things have come to a tidy conclusion, but the mood between this former group of friends and the rest of the students had just gone from bad to worse.

The prince was still stunned, his eyes surveying everyone in the classroom. He had agreed to detention just to ascertain his status in front of everyone but now, he'd turned out to be the joke instead.

He felt as if all the students present were secretly laughing at him, especially the teacher who had caused him to make a fool of himself.

To make matters worse, someone dared to laugh at this absurd situation. And that acted as a trigger and pushed the prince off the edge, and he snapped.

Wiping the blood on his lips, he turned around and walked back. He reached the door to the room and paused for a second, before proceeding to lock the doors.

It was the type of lock with a keypad that needed a code to open. His father being one of the major shareholders of the school had recently renovated the entire north wing, including the building this classroom was in.

Naturally, he received a copy of the building plans, including all the default codes, which the school had never bothered to change. Beside himself and the teacher, there was no one else in the room who knew the code.

I only realised something was amiss when the prince returned to the centre of the room, rather leaving the room altogether. I'm sure even the teacher would've excused him if he chose to leave, after the fiasco that happened.

Someone who had just been painfully rejected would try to hide their face. Not to mention this person being the infamously arrogant prince, who was not seen as a normal person by students.

Revered almost as a walking deity by every female student, his confidence had swelled to such a degree, that any stain on his person was like a besmirching of honour.

There was no way any of his female fans would let the victim off after she rejected him so coldly. She had just dug her own grave.

I sighed, knowing there would be so much work for me to deal with tomorrow. I expected more fights and quarrels to break out because of her.

My peaceful days as class president were so over...

I glanced at the Prince and saw him retrieve something from his pocket. When I got a clear look at what he had in his hand, my eyes went wide in shock.

It was an automatic switchblade with a sharp serrated edge, the type you would see used in the military.

He stalked his way towards our teacher who was busy preaching to the couple and did not notice him approaching. As our teacher was still talking, the prince turned him around by his shoulder and slashed his throat without any hesitation.

It was done quickly and cleanly, like the practised movement of an experienced hunter. The prince had a blank look on his face like he was killing livestock, with no emotion or regard for a human life.

Clutching his bleeding throat, our teacher stared back at the prince in disbelief. As he gurgled blood, he grabbed on to the prince's pristine white blazer that I was now splattered with his red. He grabbed the prince's arm with all his strength, refusing to let go, as if he knew what he was about to do next.

The prince was easily able to shake him off and he stabbed him one more, this time in the stomach.

I saw our teacher fall but somehow I couldn't bring myself to move.

The shock of what I was seeing was too much, it froze me to my core. I sat there watching it happen like it was some absurd play.

A loud shriek from someone raised the curtain to the massacre that was about to follow.

It was one of the villainess's followers, her terrified scream woke me up from my trance and drew the attention of the rest.

At once everyone rose from their seats, the three girls were screaming in panic as they ran for the exit.

The prince ignored everyone and moved towards his ex-best friend and ex-lover. The couple stood there stunned watching our teacher bleeding all over the floor, as fear and panic filled their faces.

The best friend put on a brave front as he pushed the victim behind him, using his body to shield her. They were both trembling with fear as the prince laughed and walked towards them, before he was stopped by something.

He looked down to see our teacher holding onto his foot, desperately pulling him back despite bleeding profusely from his neck.

The prince grew angry and quickly shook off his hands before viciously kicking the teacher's head again and again to vent his anger.

With that brief distraction, the best friend tackled the prince to the ground while trying to rid the knife off his hands. But the prince proved to be stronger, and he unhesitatingly stabbed his best friend twice in the stomach.

The victim who stood back watching everything let out a shrill scream and collapsed on her knees, tears flowing freely all over her face as she watched the blood spread all over on the floor.

I was at the exit trying to break the door that refuses to open.

My mind raced as I began to punch in number combinations on the keypad trying to open the lock.

I tried the dates of many significant events since the school's founding, and I even tried the principal's birthday, but none of them seem to work. The door remained locked.

Soon the villainess and her followers reached me along with the messenger boy and saw me struggling with the door lock.

The sudden quiet behind made me risk a look back and what I saw sent a chill and froze me from inside.

The victim, the Prince's ex-lover was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, next to the body of the Prince's best friend.

She was dead. He had killed her. He had killed them all...

Suddenly, I was pulled backwards as one of the villainess followers took my place in front of the door lock, trying her luck on the keypad with no success.

Then, I felt a sharp piercing pain in my back and turned around to find the Prince standing behind me with a crazed expression on his face.

As the warm burning sensation spread across my back, I felt all my strength leaving my body. My legs buckled under me as I fell into a pool of blood forming around me.

Seeing as the door showed no signs of opening, the messenger boy grabbed a chair and threw it towards the window. I heard the sounds of glass shattering opening a hole in the window large enough for a single person to fit through.

Hearing that, the two followers scrambled towards it, as one even shoved the villainess out of the way as they hit each other in their desperation to flee.

When the messenger boy saw the prince sprinting towards them, he grabbed another chair and threw it at him.

The prince halted and took the attack with his hands crossed in front, before resuming the chase more fiercely like an angered beast.