Chapter 1: Fucking Dumb Reason

Graduation marks the completion of the college year for students. Those adolescents got mad over the pressure of schoolwork; unfortunately, they quit and married rich people instead. Others were excited about their awards and degrees, but Lorenzo?

NO. HE ONLY WANTS SEX!

Lorenzo walked hazily towards the hallways of their house, grasping his mortarboard in annoyance. "Fucking degree awarding got me pent up. Glad it's over." He uttered in frustration and pent-up desire, he quickened up the pace towards his room. Only for Lorenzo to get thrown by his sister with his brief, it landed on his face before he swatted it off in irritation. 

"OI! CLEAN YOUR ROOM UP! IT STINKS OF SEMEN AND YOUR HOOKUP'S USED CONDOMS!" She screamed, of course. Lorenzo hates his sister, and she hates his guts too, especially his promiscuity.
"Oh fuck you, this is what I get after the graduation?!" He ranted, tossing his mortarboard down the laundry room, how convenient. She threw more of his things at his face, and scrambled across the kitchen, clearly angry. 

"FUCK! I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M STUCK WITH A FUCKING HORNY ASSHOLE!" His sister shouted, throwing things everywhere at the kitchen in irritation. Lorenzo sighed in relief, giving him peace for once. 

Until her sister threw a rolling pin at his head, hard. Making him stumble. 

"YOU WANT TO SHOVE THIS ONE TOO?!" She hollered in anger, and kept cursing slurs at Lorenzo. He just rolled his eyes and entered his room, slamming the door behind him. He sat on the computer chair with legs spread open and switched on the computer. 

"Hmmm, what am I gonna watch..." Lorenzo thought to himself, typing on the keyboard with fast precision. 

"Maybe watching a bit of pornography in the files would ease me." Then he went to the computer's drive. Instead of the usual PornHub stuff he downloaded, there was a file that he had never seen before. 

"Grgrgrniger? What the fuck is this shit?" Lorenzo clicked on the mysterious file, his eyes widened in shock. 
"What on the earth- What the? Is that...." He trailed off. 

On the screen, there was his sister laid on the bed with some random bitch he didn't know. The woman rubbed her unmentionables against his sisters. Making Lorenzo's eyes nearly burst out at its sockets. The erotic sight in front of him spurred on his desires. Unconsciously, his hand moved closer to his clothed lower region— legs spread out as he pretended to finger himself, imagining one of his hookups in front of him.
Until the door bursted open, his sister standing on the doorway as his head jolted towards her direction. Her eyes widened in shock, no way her stupid brother saw their sex between her and her girlfriend. She fumed in anger. 

"WHAT. THE. FUCK WAS THAT, LORENZO!" She screamed louder than a teacher shouting at their students. Lorenzo stood up, glaring at his sister. Her banters didn't stop, it only got louder than an earthquake. 

"GET OUT! GET OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE!" She hollered out, throwing his clothes at his face then a suitcase. He narrowly dodged them, Lorenzo blinked, still sitting on his chair. 

"....Are you kidding me... You're joking, right?" 

"I AM NOT JOKING!" She piped angrily in embarassment. 

Now, he's outside of the house. With a backpack that felt heavy against his back, a worn out suitcase. Clothes spilled halfway, he looked at his sister standing at the doorway. 

"You're a fresh graduate from college." She continued, breathing like someone struck her lungs.  

"You are now an adult, act one. Not like a slut." 

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, flipping her off. "Ah, so you now care about responsibilities now?"  He scoffed. "YES AND I'M DONE LOOKING AFTER YOU! I CAN'T SPEND AN ANOTHER MINUTE LOOKING AT AN EMBARASSMENT!"

Ten minutes later, he was now at Broadway City. With an irritated expression on his face. His suitcase leaned awkwardly beside him. 

"Well, that escalated fast. Fucking bitch." He muttered under his breath. 

His stomach growled in hunger. He opened up his wallet, a few stacks of 50 bucks and three coins. He drew a 20 bill out, eyeing it. But Broadway City was an unlucky place for people to get pushed around by crowds.

And, just as said... A person shoved him aside, making Lorenzo stagger and drop his 20 bill down the street and stepped by bustling crowds. 
A lucky child picked it up and tugged at their mom's hand. "Mom! Look, I got 20 pieces of cash!" The child happily said, Lorenzo's eyes narrowed in annoyance. 

"Shit."

The afternoon felt harsher than her sister's screams, Broadway City's crowd seemed to disperse. Students laughed nearby, taking selfies and mydays. He avoided looking at them. 

"Stupid brats." He groaned, Lorenzo felt a fresh graduate with nowhere to go. Suddenly, an idea crept up to his mind. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled out his phone.

"Alright, step one: Job." He clicked over a job listing app, scrolling down the grins of the employees for a bright future, the type of when you apply their jobs, you get a fuckass future brighter than Newton's mind.

"Experience required, five years of experience as a chef, four years of experience as a worker... For a new hire? Are you fucking kidding me?!" A muscle ticked at his cheek. 

Lorenzo spotted a burly guy— his type of men, he licked his lips. Promiscuity antics kicking in as he walked towards the man. 

"Hey big guy, one night stand and you give me one hundred bucks?" Lorenzo suggested, the man nodded with no hesitation. 

And... Lorenzo got what he wanted. Not the money, but sex. 

When he woke up, his half naked body was covered by a blanket, looking beside, the guy left with a tip for a hundred bucks. He rested towards the bed frame, picking up his phone, and scrolling. 

"Tch, not at least a job without experience." Lorenzo stood up and got dressed, he thought about making money with... sex...

Suns and moons passed, Lorenzo was earning a handful of money by hooking up with me and every man left satisfied. But he was not satisfied by how they raw-dog him on the bed. It made his pee-pee soft like ice cream.

As he walked across the bustling streets of Broadway, he scrolled for any job opportunities that wouldn't need a fucking experience. When he found none, Lorenzo hissed in irritation.
"Is this application a scam?!" He internally asked himself. 

THIS FUCKING APP DOESN'T NEED AN EXPERIENCE TO FIND JOBS FOR YOUR UNEMPLOYED ASS. 

The words written in the screen were in big fat bold letters. A muscle ticked on Lorenzo's forehead as he flipped off his own smartphone. 

"Fuck you, I'm rating your bitchy scam a negative one out of five." Lorenzo mumbled, deleting the app as he stared up at the billboard that caught his attention. 

"R.E.B.E.L"

Lorenzo batted an eye at the sleek billboard with curiosity.

WELCOME TO R.E.B.E.L AKA REACTIVE ELEMENTS & BIOENGINEERING LABORATORY! WHERE WE MAKE CHEMICALS FOR YOUR BENEFITS, RESEARCH ABOUT BIOLOGICAL POISONS AND SO MUCH MORE! BECOME ONE OF US NOW! NO NEED FOR EXPERIENCE!
AND AS A MEMBER OF OUR FACILITY, YOU ARE PROVIDED WITH A CLEAN DORM! BECAUSE WE CARE FOR OUR FELLOW MEMBERS!

Lorenzo's lips curled into a smirk.

"Finally, something I'm good at. And my fucking luck, no experience." He mused, sauntering towards the large building, the doors slid open.

A man with a bandana around his head with yellow eyes and a mullet cut with side burns greeted him. His eyes seemed to glint at the fluorescent lights of the corridor.

"Welcome to R.E.B.E.L." He blankly said.



"My name is Snuffy."