Chosen by Fate, Rejected by the Alpha

1100 Chapter 85- Putting the Plan into Motion (VOLUME 6)

**Third Person POV**

Pawster had successfully managed to get away from the larger group. He, alone among the entire group, wanted to return to his classes at the university. He just didn’t tell anyone that the real reason he wanted to return was so that he was able to put his plan into motion.

If he had told anyone of them that he was going to put his own plan into motion, they would have stopped him. Either they would have wanted to be the leader of such a marvelous plan so that they could get all the credit for it, or they would have told the boss, the Colonel, so that the entire team could be in on this plot of his.

No, Pawster wasn’t able to let that happen. He was going to use this momentous day as his way of getting promoted. He was going to prove himself to the Colonel so that he could work as his new right hand man. He would be the second in command. He would give orders rather than take them. He would be the second most powerful man in the world, second only to the Colonel and all of his magnificent glory.

Pawster wanted nothing more than to work with someone as awe inspiring and amazing as the Colonel was. He wanted to learn all that the Colonel had to teach him. And when he had absorbed all of that information, he would learn more from other sources so that he could eventually surpass the Colonel and be the leader of the world.

In his mind, that was the way that the world needed to be. One united leader that was there to guide them all and show them the true way in life. They would get rid of the monsters and all of those others that didn’t deserve to share this planet with them. They would whittle down the population and make them a lot easier to control. And then, with that thinned out herd, it would be a breeze to make them do as the Colonel wanted them to. Or rather, what Pawster wanted them to do.

With a gleeful smile on his face, Pawster had started preparing for his big day. He was living on the campus, so that made it a lot easier for him to move around the various places that he needed to get to. He had a grand plan, one that would paint those monsters as the true demonic creatures that they were.

He left his dorm room, which he didn’t share with anyone else, at around two in the morning. He needed to get into all these places while there was no one else around that would be able to see him. He needed secrecy and anonymity while he performed these tasks.

Silently, and without being seen by anyone, Pawster snuck out of his room and to the maintenance room on his floor. This was the first place that he was going to put one of his little toys that he had brought with him. He reached into one of the large duffle bags that he had brought with him and took out the small explosive devices. They were all connected to a remote device that he could control with the push of a button.

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Each device, forty-five of them altogether, had their own little button, and he was going to label them as he went. He wanted to make sure that he was able to watch them go off one by one when it was time. What was the point of doing this, if he didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing the destruction for himself.

The device that controlled the bombs had fifty buttons, but he was only able to get forty-five of them out of headquarters before he left. And they were all the small bombs, nothing that was going to destroy the entire campus. However, it would be enough to make a statement. And he was going to make sure that his entire team knew that it was him that was responsible for this momentous day.

Room by room, Pawster moved through the dormitory that he lived in. He was putting a device in the maintenance room on each floor, hoping to make at least part of it collapse from the combined stress in that part of the structure.

He would place a bomb and link it with the device that was in his hand. He would then label that button with where the bomb was located and then move onto the next one. This was a slow process, and that was why he was doing it in the dead of the night. He couldn’t risk being caught while the entire campus was awake.

There was a time when he felt like he was about to get caught. The night guard in his building was making their rounds, but he managed to hide in the maintenance room and wait for the man to get out of the way. Damn this school for caring about safety and having guards that protected people. It wouldn’t help them in the end.

There were other places that Pawster wanted to place the bombs, places that held significance to him. He knew that those monsters like to hang out near the fountain. He knew that, if he did this at the right time, he would be able to blow them up along with several other places on the campus.

He placed four of his precious few bombs around the fountain, and four more in the bushes or under the benches that those things usually sat on. He wanted to make sure that he killed them all. That would make the Colonel truly proud of him. Eliminating some of the monsters that we knew occupied this world. And not only that, but their deaths would significantly hurt the leader of those people. That was another motivating factor for Pawster.

He started to place the bombs in other parts of the campus now. He wanted to blow up the English department, as much of it as he could. The professor that he had last semester had told him that his paper was the psychotic ramblings of a delusional madman. The professor had even suggested that he seek professional help. That man had to be part of that monster world, those people that want to destroy the humans. That had to be why he had turned up his nose to the brilliance of Pawster’s words.

There were girls that Pawster had asked out, pretty girls that should love a handsome and intelligent man such as him, but they had turned him down. Some of them had even gone as far as to laugh at him. Those girls, always sticking to the same routine just like those monsters that thought they ruled the world, they were going to pay.

Knowing where those girls would be at the specific times of the day, Pawster placed the bombs in the buildings and rooms that he needed to destroy. He was a master at record keeping, and he had an impeccable memory, so nothing got by Pawster. He knew when and where these people were going to be because like most beings on this planet, they had routines. And routines could be learned and followed.

After the revenge targets had been placed, Pawster decided that he should place a few more random bombs. He put one in the chemistry department of the science building. That would lead to an even bigger explosion, once those chemicals were involved in the explosion. He placed one in the arts building, on the stage in the auditorium. They had refused to even consider the play that Pawster had written. Those plebeian fools. They didn’t know what true genius was.

It was almost daylight, and before long, there would be people milling about all over the campus. He still had six bombs to place, but he needed to be more stealthy and careful with them. He needed to make sure that there was no chance at all that someone would stop him before he was able to follow through with his plan.

Needing to think about where to place the other bombs, Pawster stopped by the cafeteria. He needed some breakfast, and a lot of coffee. He didn’t want to lose his energy before it was even time to get started with the main show.

“Ahh. The fireworks will be amazing.” He said to himself as he slowly chewed on the breakfast sandwich that he had ordered for himself. “If only I could wait until it was dark. Then the lights and pyrotechnics would be even more stunning. I can’t do that though. I need to make sure that those things, those devilishly evil monstrosities are where they usually are. I need to follow through with my plan today, while those things are eating their lunch together.”

He was talking to himself, but no one was listening to him. No one ever paid him any attention when he was here on the campus. That was another reason why he didn’t mind being a part of his new organization. At least when he was there, people actually saw him. They actually knew that he was a person, and a smart one at that. Here on campus though, he was invisible. And he didn’t like being invisible.

“They will see me soon though. When they all learn who it was that was behind this momentous day, they will all see me. They will know me. And they will love me.” His slightly maniacal laughter went unnoticed as he continued to eat. He ate, and he watched the people around him.

He was thinking about who it was that needed to die along with the others that had wronged him. There were so many people here that were useless and worthless. Perhaps he should just pick random targets for the remaining six bombs. It’s not like he could make a massive splash with so few bombs left.

He was beginning to think that perhaps he should head to the parking lot after breakfast and place them there. The chain reaction might help to cause more destruction and get more attention.

He was about to head over there, planning which cars would be the best options here, but he was stopped mid step. Those things, those creatures, were already here. They were on campus now, and that annoyed him. He should follow them and find out where they were going. If they had other friends here, other monsters that he didn’t know about he could kill those people. Even if they weren’t monsters, they would be monster lovers. And that would be just as bad.

Anyone that helped the monsters, was friends with the monsters, and allowed the monsters to walk around freely, was a traitor to their race. They were the worst of the worst. They were even worse than the monsters themselves.

The monsters had no choice but to be what they were. They were born that way. The others though, those humans that embraced them, welcomed them, and even acted as fans and worshippers of them all, those were disgusting people that were turning their back on humanity. And they deserved to be killed. Each and every last one of them deserved to be struck dead where they stood.

While Pawster was following those monsters, keeping his eyes peeled for those blasphemous blood traitors that worshipped those vile monsters, he noticed something that was a little off. For some reason, one of those monsters had stopped and turned to face him. The thing, whatever manner of creature he was, was looking at him with an expression that didn’t sit well with Pawster. What was it that he wanted? And why was he looking at him? The thing’s silvery hair was unsettling as well. There was no reason for the thing to be staring at him like that.

Not liking what was happening, Pawster turned and started to walk away. He could still feel that thing’s eyes on his back though, and that made his skin crawl.