dinohigh, no humans allowed!

fight? Was he looking at me? No. He was staring at someone else. I look around the room. The parasaur girl was gone. The teacher had a disapproving look on her face. and the Muslim girls were smiling deviously. What was going on?

I began to panic. taking a step back. my human flight instincts, making my hand reach behind me. for the door and out of the room for safety. grabbing the knob in a quick motion behind me. I turned the knob. click.

It was locked... A sense of dread poured over me. How could it have been locked? I didn't see anyone reach for it. then. A familiar voice whispered at the other side of the door. You are not as smart as you think you are. skinny...

that soft, kind voice. was again. insulting me and challenging me behind the safety of the door.

I glare at the stained glass of the door, narrowing my eyes. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN! THAT BITCH!

a momentary distraction gave them. All the time, they need to steal their turn from me. I felt a rush of air. and a feathered downy fell on me. as something jumped from the roof toward me.

I don't think I just tense up and move as fast as I can to the side. A hand balled into a fish flies past my face and into the door glass window behind me.

My eyes lock in on the principle. smiling, his hands folded together. leaning back in his chair.

and in front of him, with her hand recoiling from the punch. It was the pink haze, a blur in my vision as my eyes and head flooded with adrenaline, but I could only guess who it was.

It was that parasaur punk bitch. She somehow left her seet and attacked me from some hidden area. but where? My eyes scan the room. Nothing, there was no where too... I look at the cabinet next to her teacher. It was stacked in a way that would be easy to climb. In a couple of moments, she would have crawled up it. and above me, I look. the rafters...

The room had rafters, and I had failed to look up and take in the dynamic geometry of Dino architecture. I had gotten so used to human homes and buildings. How could I have been so blind?

but why? Why was it her? I at least thought it was one of those three smug bitches. but they were just sitting there in their chairs, quietly observing.

So why was the parasaur staring at me all this time? I had subconsciously thought she was staring at me because of some sort of attraction. some sort of flirty similarity to taste. But was that just a front, or was it genuine? but she had seen the principle speak of school-sanctioned altercations and completely dropped what she was feeling and how she was fighting with these other 3 to attack me instead.

But why do? The simple answer was: It was opportunism. Yes, it was all clear to me now. She had been observing me to gauge whether or not I would be an ally or not. but something triggered her to go hostile. Was it the slur joke? or was it the fact that I was given a high-status room because of the coupon?

shed sense, I elevated myself too fast. and worried about her own position. I could tell she was an outcast and probably despised authority. I noticed the Therapod girls had been more respectful after they found out I was high-class, or at least thought I was. They still remained snarky. but did it at an intensive level. changing their wording so subtly that most people would ignore it. but it had been noticeable because of how much more effort the mil sim leader girl in the center was trying to discredit me. She could feel her subordinate sense a higher up the pack leader. so she was floundering to regain their allegiances.

but the other girl had shifted her outlook on me. as a fellow outsider. to now just another antagonist who had privilege above her own. Maybe that's why her teacher was frowning. She knew it was coming. and shed, let it happen.

or maybe. shed felt she was dishonered by losing. to her other dinos and decided fighting a human skinny would be easier. and a quick win against me when I was distracted. It was proof she had no confidence in facing me head-on. Even dinos most often have an advantage.

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She recoiled her arm. grabbing onto it, holding on in pain, and shaking it around. Blood was covering her fist. She yelled sharply. AAAAAAAAAA FUCKKK. wat the hell why is it so fast. She was probably talking about me.

She clutched it against her chest. letting the blood seep into her black shirt and pool and drip off her chest, fur, and skin. her chest staining red as she clutched it with pain in her eyes, growling. Her stance was faltering, and her legs were weakening. I could tell she was about to collapse to the floor. She took a pained look at her teacher, and she shook her head with a frown. Was it some form of approval? or denial. I could sense she was about to call it quits. until..

The principle emits this hum. I heard it faintly every time he took his smoke. wait.. Her facial expression changed. She was more alert. She was beginning to take an actively defensive stance. I had to do something.

but what could that noise mean? I search my mind for references. then my eyes widen... those were orders.

I had recalled that dinosaurs were a lot like birds. Birds made all sorts of calls and chirps with coded meaning that only archosaurs could understand. Was this one of them? but I could barely hear it. the principle.. had disguised it under the puff of smoke as the first layer of deception. then he would use the residual noise of the sprinklers and the arguing as the second layer. and then finally, as an added measure,.

He had used some form of subsonic noise that was beyond my range of human hearing. He must have researched what noises we could hear and couldn't. He had planned just for this moment. So when the girl... was suddenly stopping her tantrum and crying when I entered midway. She had not been recomposing herself. He'd probably been convincing her to attack me, and her smile. was her knowingly smiling in front of my face, as she could barely resist the urge to smile a truly devious smile, much like the ones I resisted making. We had both been hiding our true intentions behind the guise of friendliness.

She was plotting and scheming the whole time. waiting for a distraction. butt? Why did that other girl lock me in? or.. Had she planned this from the start? or worse done, as dinos always do. Fuck me over just because. not having any specific plan but instead acting on some species-based ingroup preference instinct. to fuck over outsider non-archosaur species.

I balled my hand into a fist. I was so mad, I can't believe I let my guard down even just a little. I was right. the whole world every second the earth turned on its axis. The world was conspiring against me, and the worst part was that it was doing it in a frequency language I could barely hear. But it was always there. so I didn't feel secure back then. Now I cannot even trust silence.

I roared in rage.

The roar was so loud that it made the others stare in shock. and it made the girls faces change. The principle frowned. wait? The girl's face looked like she was listening to a stream of conversation, like someone was talking to her. and my loud noise had blurred it all out, undoing her conception.

so.. My voice can occupy a space in their hearing that blocks out that frequency. then I felt the high pitch noise again, but it went down. It was switching to low subsonic noise to change the band of sound I was blurring out with my voice. DAMNIT.

I had to think fast and multitask. I charged at her. She looked at me in shock. freezing in place with her arms outstretched in an effort to stop me. I barreled into her. knocking her into the wall on the other side of the room.

She let out a gasp as the wind knocked her out. She bounced against the book as it began to crash around us. I looked around as the sound of shattering glass vaces and glass book cases hitting the ground blurred out any communication. The girl was already beginning to get back up. in her daze.

I grabbed the new, expensive phone. scrolled through the sound list of various alarms. and found it. one of the most annoying alarms I heard while trying this thing out with my friend. Its pitch was high and irritating. I could see everyone shiver in discomfort. It was designed to get your attention. The principle growled in annoyance at the corner of my eye. perfect.

I played the noise again, waiting just in time for the highest pitch in the ringtone. dropping my phone rapidly. and then stomping on it. causing the phone to blame the noise over and over as its systems freaked out. I saw this as an unintended effect of the Triceratops video, where they pushed the human to the ground and stole his phone, but he dropped it while it was ringing. causing the model to hang on this specific key. but I had to act quickly. At most, it would last 5 seconds. or, if I'm lucky, 30.

I had the advantage; I just had to capitalize. BANG. I felt a chair hit the back of my head, thrown with so much force that it almost knocked me unconscious.

I stumble in place, knocked off balance, but hold my ground and remain upright instead of falling over. I turn around, searching for who it was. It was that teacher.

Do not touch her! SHE SCREAMED. angry with tears in her eyes, ready to charge me, this bitch! Her student attacked me; she did nothing. and now she's actively stopping me when I'm winning. typical. It was always like this for me, even back then. Dino authority siding with the poor innocent violent Dinos. and defending them against the evil humans. I felt so much rage enter my body. I was discovering new ways to hate in that nanosecond that I had never even realized until now.

I was about to take a step forward to charge her. then the principle. He glared at her, standing up in his seet, clearly annoyed. your suspended, Miss Hadrion. She stared at him in shock. But I was only defending my student from this beast!

I can't believe I thought at least one of these sympathetic authorities in the teaching staff would be on my side. I felt so dumb. I kept hoping for something to change my mind. Seeing her comfort that crying girl had made me hope shed comfort me if these dinos made me cry. but I should have remembered love and sympathy. WHERE FOR DINOS ONLY.

Behind you, my mind was taken out of its thoughts as an invasive, sinister voice entered my mind. DUCK, I obeyed not out of desire either. But out of instinct, I could sense the power in it, and my primitive human mind felt subjugated by its commands. and that was coming from me? a person who resists every influence that is not from humans in his life. I could only imagine what it would feel like for these other dinos to have that enter their subconscious minds. I bet they didn't even hear him consciously. They just listened and thought it was their idea.

That thought chilled me to the bone. It was truly a scary idea to have this guy as an ex-politician with that kind of ability. Who knows what he got up to with that gift?

I rapidly duck. a tail wushing past my head. smacking into the wall with a loud thump as the girl yelps from the pain of the smack against the hard wall. She grabbed her tail and held it. ow OW OWWWIEEEEE! she said. It was almost comical. how she still acted like an innocent teen girl. but then I remembered she was trying to kill me.

and my hand balled into a fist. as it went flying towards her face. I remembered how in every fight I had been in, I was always winning. Someone else would enter the fight or a group of people, and they would all beet me up so the other person could escape. Thats how Dinos were. ask you for a 1 vs. 1 and then cheat by getting their friends to help. and if they lost, they would just come fight you all at once anyway.

There were no rules or promises they wouldn't break. It was in their nature as lying lizards. I frowned, gritting my teeth in anger. 1 2 3 I felt my fist hit her head one after another. Punch, punch, punch. I kept going, hitting as many times as I could. At first, she was trying to block, but she felt her arms collapse. Then she started to turn, facing her back against me. A quick downward hit with both hands to her back. knock the wind out of her. making her roll into a fetal position. I kept punching and elbowing her. smacking with my fist. the bottom of my hand. the back of my hand. the front of my palm. anything to keep the momentum up as my hands ache so sorely.

but I couldn't stop. not now, not even. when she began to cry again. I wasn't falling for it. She begged me to stop. said I had won. But would she stop if it was me? No, I knew that. Ive been through enough losing fights to know theyd never stop. not now, not ever. And to top it all off? The day wasn't even over. I had to put up with even more bullshit for the rest of the day. It was just the beginning of my worries. I felt so miserable and tired. I kept punching as the only outlet I had for all my feelings. Tears started to stream down my eyes.

I HAAAAAAAAAAATE YOU, I screamed. not at her, but at all of her kind. I couldn't take this; I couldn't live like this. I hated this place. but I was stuck here. In truth, this place was my only way out of my suffering as a human. but it was, in many ways, just more of the same. I thought I would find a future here. but all I found was more of my past.

Punch, punch, punch. hit hit hit. smack smack. crunch. crack. I could feel her face get bloody. Her parasaur horn began to break her muzzle, beginning to crack. Her teeth were shattered. She was desperately trying to cover her face with her broken fingers. fucking die. bitch. was all I had to say to her.

I grabbed her head. and banged it against the hard stone flooring. over and over. until I heard a crack and a gush of blood and flem. as her parasaur horn shattered into pieces. As she cried in so much agony, my ears were about to go deaf. Her teacher was crying for me to stop. The mil sim girls were cheating on me. I almost felt appreciated. That was the one thing Dinos loved. if not beeting a human for no reason. A human beating one of the dinos they hated for no reason was also good. in a world full of hate. the only love I felt as a human. was from people who hated others more.

The principle gave me a smile. and a thumbs up. clearly pleased with my work.

It had made so much sense to me. I wondered how many words I spoke. that carried so much weight. had not been listened to by the people ignoring me because I was a human. but now I knew how to make them listen. my very human trait. of VIOLENCE. or was this? Another trick was a way to get me to behave in a way that they wanted too. so they could say, "See." The humans were always like this, and we were right. Was I falling into another trap? or was I facing myself for who I really was? and even if that were true. Did I have to accept it? I didn't have to be me. I could be someone else.

He spoke again in my head. You thought those words were enough to save you, human. I wanted to tell you that. Words mean nothing. without the actions to make others listen. by force. His voice wasn't friendly; it wasn't familiar. It was just telling me a truth I tried to hide and run from. but knew it to be true. I fooled myself, thinking words alone were enough to survive. But was he right? since he had made others commit violence without engaging in it himself. Would making others commit violence be enough for my own words to reach others? a brillaint scheme hatched in my mind. A devious smile crept on my face. No, he was wrong. I refused to believe my words were meaningless. I merely didn't use them correctly. even now... I definitely understood how the world worked. it was nature. and i would. DEFY IT!!!!

* i smiled wickedly*