Chapter 4:
Dispositions
October 11th, 2024 (Revamped April 15th, 2025)
A shadowy figure loomed over the fallen Mutafakir, who lay silent and unresponsive.
The figure spoke with a sharp tone.
“Reach out and grab my hand. I’m not keeping it out a second longer.”
Mutafakir obeyed without hesitation, lifting his hand to meet the figure’s.
As their hands touched, the figure felt a faint spark pulse from Mutafakir’s wrist.
(A spark? From someone like this? That can only mean one thing…)
The figure quickly withdrew his hand after helping Mutafakir up.
“You… come with me. Right now.”
“Wait—come with you? Thanks for the help, but why should I—”
“You don’t get to question me. Come with me this instant or I’ll cut off your head, and trust me, no one would even remember you existed.”
That struck a nerve.
(No way… I have to follow this guy after being insulted and threatened like a slave?)
Mutafakir gritted his teeth and answered.
“Fine… I’ll follow you. If it keeps me alive.”
He followed the man to a massive, luxurious estate—bright white with golden accents gleaming like royalty.
Inside, the figure led him into a sleek office and sat in a rolling chair, arms crossed, his back facing Mutafakir.
“I’m sure you’re curious why I brought you here,” he began. “But know this: what we discuss stays between us. If word gets out… you die. Simple.”
Mutafakir didn’t nod. He just listened intently.
“So. Introduce yourself—and tell me your hobby.”
(My hobby? Strange question to ask after dragging me here…)
Still, Mutafakir responded confidently.
“My name is Mutafakir. And my hobby… might sound odd, but I really enjoy dodging things. I get a rush from it.”
“Dodging, huh… Ever heard of a ‘Disposition,’ Mutafakir?”
“Not really.”
The figure sighed, clearly annoyed at having to explain.
“Here’s the short version: a Disposition is a power born from your hobby. In your case, your ability would be tied to your love for dodging. Think of it as gaining a supernatural skill based on what you enjoy doing most.”
“And that spark earlier…”
His voice trailed off as a flashback crossed his mind.
“It was weak—but it means your Disposition exists. You just haven’t awakened it yet.”
Mutafakir followed the explanation carefully, nodding with growing understanding.
The figure finally turned his chair, revealing himself: a young man with neck-length black hair and pale skin. Handsome, with a deadpan yet furious expression. He wore a beige trench coat, a crisp white shirt, and a black tie.
“The name’s Mutakamel,” he said firmly. “I’ll repeat this only twice. I didn’t bring you here to gift you a Disposition out of goodwill. This is an exchange. I’ll make myself clearer.”
He reached into his coat and pulled out a photo of a house with a red pin on it.
“This house,” he said, “has something called ‘Banjo.’”
“Wait… isn’t Banjo a drug?”
“Let me finish.”
Mutafakir fell silent.
“And no—it’s not what you’re thinking. It’s far more than something that drives people mad.”
Mutafakir squinted at the photo. It was Tariq’s house, though he didn’t recognize it right away.
Mutakamel pulled out another photo—this one of a glowing, magical blue powder. The powder shimmered so intensely it seemed to glow through the photo itself.
He leaned in, eyes locked on Mutafakir.
“دي يا زميلي، عظمة.”
“This, my friend, is greatness.”
“This powder awakens a person’s true potential.”
He spoke with unwavering certainty and a strange blend of pride and seriousness. The two pictures hovered briefly, then floated smoothly back into his coat.
“I just need a sample. Even a small one.”
“Your job,” he continued, “is to break into that house and bring me a bit of that powder.”
“That spark earlier? It tells me your Disposition is either dormant or incredibly weak. And the way to awaken it… is by inhaling the powder.”
Mutafakir’s mind raced. So much was happening at once. But eventually, he processed it all. His confused expression slowly shifted to one of clarity.
He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, then opened them with a determined look.
“Alright. I’m willing to do the job. Right now.”
Mutakamel raised a finger.
“Like I said—I’m not doing this to favor you. This is a trade. You bring me the powder, and in return, awaken your ability.”
“So…”
He extended his hand.
“Do we have a deal?”
Mutafakir shook it firmly.
“You’ve got my word, Mutakamel.”
Flashback End
Back in the present, Mutafakir stumbled near a grave while fleeing Tariq’s house. He tripped over a rock and hit the ground hard.
“Damn it… Why do I always trip over things?”
He rubbed his knees and stood up, unaware that a small pinch of the blue powder had fallen from his pouch—landing directly on the grave.
Oblivious, he walked away calmly, believing he was in the clear.
But then—an arm burst through the grave.
Back at Tariq’s House
The trio woke the next morning. The TV was still on, randomly flickering through channels—until a breaking news alert suddenly appeared.
News Anchor:
“BREAKING NEWS: As of July 14th, 2018, multiple suicide cases have been reported at Moaz Bin Jabal Primary School!”
Harith grabbed the remote and turned the volume down, groaning.
“Goddammit, Tariq. Why’s the TV always so loud?!”
Amina frowned.
“Yo, Harith—you didn’t just ignore what she said, right? She said people at our school are killing themselves.”
“What, suicide? Nah, that’s probably a new trend. Emo culture’s contagious now?”
Amina facepalmed.
Tariq walked in, yawning as he stretched.
“Morning, guys. Slept great. What’s all the noise?”
Harith snapped his fingers.
“Oh yeah… wait. Moaz Bin Jabal is our school. How the hell didn’t I realize that?”
Amina blinked.
“Damn… you’re actually right.”
Harith grinned smugly.
“Guess that means today’s a day off!”
He started cartoonishly walking toward the door.
Amina yanked him back by his shirt collar like he was an NPC.
Tariq brushed his teeth in the background.
“So… are you two actually going to school after hearing that?”
Amina quickly chimed in.
“Yup! Me and Harith said we’d go investigate!”
She held Harith down with a hand over his mouth while he muffled angrily.
He bit her hand.
“Ow!”
She pulled back, wincing.
“Come on now! I didn’t say any of—”
He paused, thinking.
“You know what? Fine. I beat all my games anyway.”
He grabbed his phone and slid in his white earphones.
As they walked toward school, Amina tried to talk to him, but Harith was vibing—mouthing lyrics, gesturing, completely absorbed.
Then he saw her face.
And in that moment, he tripped—face-planting on the concrete.
Looking up, he froze.
Bloody pencils. Puddles of gore. Lifeless bodies strewn around the school gate.
(What the hell…?)
A chill ran down his spine. He nearly vomited.
He turned to Amina—only to see her facing a sinister old man with white hair, blood-stained red suit, and a smug, villainous expression.
The man spoke.
“Now, Ms. Amina… the final step to freeing yourself from this cruel world is to stab that pen into your eyes.”
Amina trembled, but she obeyed. Tears welled up as her hands moved toward her face.
(What the actual hell is she doing?!)
Harith panicked.
(Earlier—when I tripped, I touched her. That should’ve left enough of my Glitchricity on her. If I’m fast enough…)
He extended his finger and fired a quick voltage shot.
A tiny spark zapped her, jolting her body just enough to drop the pen.
Amina stood frozen, breath heavy, trying to process what had almost happened.
(I did it… wow, I actually pulled it off.)
Harith turned to the old man, his fists now crackling with electricity.
His voice was low and furious.
“You killed all these people… for what? Do you actually—”
He clenched his fists tighter.
“—enjoy taking innocent lives?”
The man laughed mockingly.
“What’s with this heroic act, kid? You think your words matter?”
He turned to a student nearby—frozen in terror.
“Hey, kid. Join your friends.”
He tossed a pencil at the boy’s feet.
“Face it—you’re just another cog in the machine. Miserable paycheck-to-paycheck existence. If I were you, I’d stab my eyes out and get it over with.”
The boy looked up, shaking.
“Y-you’re right… I’ll obey…”
He picked up the pencil and aimed for his eyes.
Harith shouted.
“NO! WAIT, DON’T—!”
He ran toward the student—but it was too late. The boy collapsed lifelessly, blood pooling beneath him.
Harith froze, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“You…”
He looked up, voice breaking.
“I’ll never forgive you. Even if you promised me something as great as Heaven itself.”
He charged forward, electricity crackling.
To be continued…
Me and Amina watch as the teenager pulls out a compass and stabs his eyes with it without screaming, he just bleeds out as there is a puddle of blood on the floor.
Old man: “HAHAHAHAHA.. AHAHAHAHHH! That’s what I like to see.. Despair and depression.. Truly, truly enjoyable!”
I notice Amina poking out her head a bit too much and I quickly pull her back.
Harith: “Amina! Don’t let that crazy bastard see you.. Why the hell.. did that highschool student kill himself?”
Amina: “I-i don’t know..”
Harith: “Was it just.. pure words that made him do that??”
Amina accidentally steps on a blood puddle underneath her foot.
Amina: “Ew.. what the hell’s that?!”
As Amina steps on the blood puddle, it makes some noise.
While Amina is busy wiping the blood off her shoes. The man from the other side moves so quickly that I could see straight lines of him.
He quickly pulls an old school stylus pen and quickly swipes it over Amina’s neck.
Harith: “WATCH OUT.”
“Quick thinking.. She’s standing on one foot since she is fixing her shoe.. my hand is not close to her, I still need to move it all the way from my side to her head to pull her. Which means she would’ve been already stabbed.. Ah, I got it!”
Since my leg is close to her calve I simply send a knee to its direction that has enough force to knock her on the floor.
As I kick her calve. Her body jerks back JUST enough for the pen to miss her neck.
Amina gasps in surprise and in shock as she is kicked.
Amina: “W-what the.. is that our new teacher?!”
A tiny little bit of ink spills at Amina’s left lower jaw.
It slowly starts eating her skin away before it stops.
Amina: “WHAT THE HELL.. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!”
She rubs her jaw and sees some blood on her hand.
The old man back dashes and distances himself from us.
Harith: “Let me guess, you are the reason why the previous teacher died?”
Harith: “Do you actually ENJOY being a sadist?”
I say seriously, actually mad and glad to take this guy out.
Old man: “Forgot to introduce myself. I am lahib al huzn.”
Lahib: “You know.. when you’ve gone through depression and despair. You lived your ENTIRE life in that state. You’ll just start enjoying seeing people who did that to you die, even if they’re random people. Close friends, but the thing is. I DONT HAVE ANY FRIENDS!”
Lahib starts laughing hysterically.
I have a look of unease on my face as I sweat slightly.
Harith: “Damn you.. crazy bastard, what did you even go through to be killing innocent highscool students?! I don’t even want to know if you kill other people or not!”
Lahib: “To answer your question, actually I do. I am planning to get rid of more people once I get rid of you two.. But before that, i’ll be telling you my back story.”
Flash backs many years ago.
And it was the day Lahib entered the 12th grade in school.
Lahib’s dad: “Better be grateful, kid. I spent a fortune on that school of yours. You’re not even worth it anyway!”
Since Lahib recently moved into a new house. He had to convert schools since his previous one was too far.
Kid Lahib: “O-oh.. A-alright dad.. have a good day..”
Kid Lahib puts on a fake smile to reassure his negative and toxic dad.
As kid lahib walks to school. He encounters a trio of big bodied bullies.
Bully 1: “What do we have here..”
Bully 2: “Damn. Those shoes are fake!”
Bully 3: “You are too poor to be going to this school.. you must have stolen the money to actually afford going to this school.”
All of them: “Well, we will be doing the “Right” thing.”
All of them crack their knuckles.
Kid Lahib is intimated by their appearance, not to mention, their way talking.
Kid Lahib: “N-no! I can explain.. my dad-“
As he was trying to speak. He gets kneed on the stomach and falls to the floor.
Kid lahib: “Ow.. that’s no match for what my dad does to me at home when he’s drunk.”
Bully 1: “Oh, really? Let’s break that record guys, shall we?”
All of them start beating him down by kicking his body constantly and kicking sand at his fallen body.
Kid Lahib: “Ugh.. please no more, you’ve already broken the record!”
The bullies stop beating him. They get up and before they leave one of the bullies say one sentence.
Bully 2: “You know, If I let myself get bullied like that, I’d just end my own misery.
Kid Lahib is left crying on the floor. Not actually by the beatdown he received, but rather by the harsh words the bully said to him.
He gets up from the floor while shaking from the pain.
Kid Lahib: “I-i gotta go to school now or my dad will finish me off..”
He reaches school after what seems like an eternity because of his current state.
He reaches his classroom.
The class teacher: “Mr.al hazn. You are late by 5 minutes. I can’t really let you into my class after it starts.”
Kid Lahib: “b-but..”
The class teacher: “No buts, kid. You either get out now or i’ll call the principal on you for not following my orders.”
Kid Lahib: “Ay ay, sir..!”
Kid Lahib leaves the classroom and sits on the floor next to the door frame.
After 10 minutes of sitting down with absolutely nothing to do. A group of rich girls walk into the class nonchalantly.
As they walk into the class.
Teacher: “Oh, guys you are late by like 30 minutes. But no problem I’ll actually be explaining the whole material again with no problem.”
Kid Lahib watches the situation unfold in his very own eyes.
Kid lahib mutters: “H-he lets those flithy rich girls enter the class when it’s about to end, but he’s also willing to explain the whole lesson to them again?!”
Kid Lahib: “That’s unfair! I wasn’t even that late!”
The bell rings.
Kid Lahib: “L-let’s just forget about it. I need to hurry to my next class to actually get a seat in the front!”
Kid Lahib gets up despite his injured state and starts hurrying to his next class.
Luckily enough. He finds a seat in the front and takes his seat.
Kid Lahib: “At the very last.. I finally get to sit my ass on a chair.. in the front so I can actually pay attention in class!”
As everyone walks in. They find a seat of their own until the same group of girls walk in the class. All of them find a seat except one of them. 1 girl on Lahib’s left and one on his right. The third girl who’s standing looked at Lahib with disgust.
Girl 3: “Get up. I bribed this school to be able to do whatever I want!”
Kid Lahib: “Huh?! Why should I-“
The same teacher from the last class watches the girl standing.
Teacher: “Oi, Lahib! Listen to her and get up!”
Kid Lahib: “JUST WHY SHOULD I!”
Lahib suddenly yells for the first time.
Teacher: “Because she paid for this school-“
Kid Lahib: “I PAID TOO, I PAID TO HAVE A SEAT IN THIS GODDAMN CLASS.”
Teacher: “You should lower your tone when talking to your teacher, you know.”
Kid Lahib: “WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH YOU FORCING ME TO GET UP FROM MY SEAT BECAUSE OF HOW SEXIST YOU ARE.”
Teacher: “Alright, that’s it.”
The teacher suddenly punches Lahib on his face, the force of the punch knocking him on the floor and unconscious.
…
Lahib wakes up. It was actually already nighttime and school ended hours ago. Nobody even bothered to pick his body from the ground. In fact, they also stomped on him as his green hoodie that his mom knitted has some dirt shaped into a shoe stomp on it.
Kid Lahib: “NOO.. my mom’s knitted hoodie.. t-they stomped on it.. It’s so special to me..”
Kid Lahib seems really upset. He gets up from the floor and leaves his school.
Kid Lahib: “I find it crazy how nobody gave a damn about picking me up or not.”
He cleans his hoodie from the stains.
Lahib reaches his house. And he is not surprised that his dad isn’t home.
Lahib: “Of course.. he isn’t home. I don’t really care, anyway.”
Lahib while searching his he fridge.
Lahib: “My god.. I an hungry as hell, I got beaten up by a bunch of bullies.. I got treated badly by the school teacher and punched by him.. nobody cared or asked about me after that incident.”
Lahib looks around his house until he finds something glowing at the corner of his father’s room.
Lahib: “Hmm.. what’s that, a new drug brought by my dad..?”
I approach the corner and look closely and realize it’s some blue powder on his night stand that is glowing and shining brightly, as if it’s a neon light.
Lahib: “I am really, really hungry. But eating it like that isn’t gonna be good.. since it’s a powder, how about I just make that into a milkshake?”
Lahib goes to the kitchen and pulls out an old blender.
Lahib: “My mom always used to use it. I’ll definitely honor her and use it to me this.. drug juice?”
Lahib puts the powder along with some milk in it and some sugar. He blends them together. And what’s inside the blender is a blue liquid that is shining brightly.
Lahib: “I honestly never saw a juice shining like that, it’s as if I blended some light bulbs with it.”
Lahib pours himself a cup of the blended powder.
Lahib: “Here goes nothing..”
He takes a sip of the drink.
Lahib: “Damn! That actually..”
He drinks the whole thing up.
Lahib: “that tastes amazing!”
Lahib: “I want more.. unfortunately that’s all there is.”
Lahib: “I have to go to sleep now.. my finals are starting soon since i’ve joined school in the last term..”
Lahib puts his head on the pillow and falls asleep almost immediately.
Lahib wakes up the next day with no fatigue. In fact, his body is all healed up as he is just feeling happy:
Lahib: “Wait.. that’s not the effect of that suspicious substance , right..?”
Labib: “let’s just say. My body’s gaslighting into thinking that I am fine meanwhile I actually not.”
Lahib: “Dad did not return.. But once again, I don’t care.”
Lahib gets ready for school with confidence and walks there.
As he is walking, he encounters the group of bullies once again.
Bully 1: “How’s life, thief?”
The other two chuckle when the first
One said that.
Lahib: “Feeling better than ever.”
Bully 2: “So much confidence, huh? We should change that.”
The second bully tries to punch Lahib.
Lahib grabs his thick hand with his smaller hand.
Lahib: “You know, i’d like to change your loved one’s mood today as well.”
Lahib: “Look at you, bullying others for your own good, Could never be me. If I was you, i’d rethink my life. Maybe think about meeting jesus himself.”
All the bullies are actually shocked by his words.
All of them: “Y-you.. you are actually right, w-we would love to listen to you..”
They pull out brads knuckles they had in their bags and start punching each other until all of them die in a blood mess.
Lahib: “HAHA.. HAHAHAHAHHAH! It feels good, it feels AMAZING to have my revenge like that. My mere words made them die just like that!”
Lahib: “I feel so powerful. How did I obtain such confidence? Was it related to the drink I drank? Am I feeling just good?”
Lahib: “Whatever, I don’t feel the slightest pity for these scumbags.”
Lahib kicks at their dead body as blood is splattered everywhere on the floor.
Some students witness the group of bullies punching themselves to death as they scream in fear at the disturbing sight before their eyes.
Lahib walks behind a wall.
Lahib: “Ahh.. feels amazing, to just hear screams after my revenge.. they’re the one who did that to themselves! I am just innocent and nobody has a proof on how I did that to them!”
After finding out about his own ability, Lahib’s personality starts to change. From a shy boy to slowly become the sadist he is.
A few weeks pass by since the incident, nothing interesting happens but it’s only the last day of the final exam.
Lahib: “This is too easy..”
Lahib’s pencil falls to the floor.
Lahib: “Dang it.”
He crouches and tries to pick his pen. But the next thing that happens is.
Teacher: “Mr.al hazn. Your exam is cancelled due to the attempt of cheating!”
Lahib relplies calmly.
Lahib: “How come? I can clearly hear the popular girls in the back literally chit chatting with each other during a final exam.”
Lahib replies on cool ice.
Teacher: “It’s different, actually they-“
Lahib cuts him off.
Lahih: “WHOOPS! Did I hear that correctly? You are saying, when my pencil falls to the floor and attempting to pick it up is attempted cheat. But the popular girls in the back chit chatting is acceptable? Not to mention, you literally solved the exam for them.”
Lahib replies in a cold, menacing tone that leaves the teacher at unease.
Teacher: “No.. that’s not.. H-hand me your exam paper right now or i’ll call the principals!”
Lahib: “You know, you are a sexist pig. You always treat me and the other male students pretty badly. But you leave the girls be when they are doing the worst things possible. You are a 37 year old man. Biasing high school girls is insane for such age. What would your wife do when she finds out about your little admiration for highschool girls? You honestly Should Die.”
Teacher is under the effect of his ability. He pulls out a gun from the class’ drawer and blows his own head out.
Lahib starts laughing hysterically.
Lahib: “HAHAHHAHAHAH.. AHAHAHAHHAHAHHAH! You totally deserve it.. YOU DEFINITELY DO!”
The students in the exam hall start screaming and even crying. And here the long, flashback ends.
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