+++ Daydreams +++

| Seventeen |

It swept and flipped my hair over my face like the strands were small whips. It made my coat circle and tighten around my legs and body, as if it was a straight-jacket. It seemed fitting considering I was insane. The flames from the candles flickered violently, almost blowing out. Smirking, I closed my eyes again, focusing on the magic wind that formed from nothing, making it grow and making it stronger. A tiny tornado. A baby tornado.

I relished in the shocked gasps that came when the candles finally snuffed out. Opening my eyes again, I saw that...well I didn't see at all. It was pitch black. I smiled wider and let the wind cease, slowly reversing its growing process until it was just a tiny - but still strong - gust around my ankles once again.

"Don't worry, children, I've got this." I hear Starlights mock-caring voice carry through the still blackness. I grin. When he wanted, Starlight could really be as cruel as me. But I was wrong. He actually did have the situation under control. Suddenly, there was light in the cave-like basement. It grew from the darkness like a glow stick, slowly lighting up. Like glow worms on the ceiling of a cave. There, that's exactly what it looked like. Except it wasn't bioluminescent insects...it was just dust. Or what looked like it anyway. It shined pale blue like the stars...

"That makes sense." I mumbled underneath my breath, staring up at the roof. The 'dust' stirred as we all breathed, watching them. This was going to be like modern art once I'm done with it. Red paint everywhere.

"Party!" Starlight screamed. That was my cue. I laugh loudly, the humans start screaming as Starlight does something to one of them, producing a wet squelching sound. I take back what I said before, Starlight can be a real demon when he wants. Cute but deadly. I charge in the hectic crowd of noise - which it was - and grab the first throat that I see when the pulsing light flashes again.

The man claws at my hand desperately, trying to speak. I let my grip loosen, curious to what he has to say.

"You'll never...prevail, you desperate...wannabe." He chokes out. I grin, the lights flashing above making look like the demon I was. Maybe even worse, if there was such a thing. I could tell by the look on his face that I was right.

"What if I'm the original?" I ask, leaning to whisper into his ear. I feel a tremor pass through his body, but he speaks defiantly.

"You -" He starts, but he doesn't finish. I squeeze his throat tight once again, cutting his words and air off.

"I'm bored." I say, looking him straight in the eyes. They are hazel with flecks of green in them. But most important, they're scared.

I stare at him intensely, knowing what will become of him: my red paint. I sigh in relief when I see him start to really struggle. When he starts to squirm like an ugly fat worm as his insides begin to bleed. The scarlet liquid that is - was - his life force, drains down his face from his tear-ducts, nose, ears and mouth. I can hear him choking on it, swallowing it because he has no other choice.

"Goodbye." I say sweetly, and let go of his neck. I watch as he spasms on the floor. Looking up, I absently wipe my hand on the robe of the human I caught hold of.

"No, no! Please!" She screams. She has pretty eyes.

"Hello, next victim." I say without any emotion. It does that to me, the killing, and not because I regret it or anything, but because in this state of unfeeling, I feel more...more capable and powerful. It's a nice calming effect rather than the craze that usually takes over me. Speaking about it, I can feel it slowly beginning to wash over me like a tide, dragging me into it, as I stare into the pretty blue eyes of the pleading woman. Her fear is my drug, and I'm addicted.

"I'm not much of an artist, but I promise I'll turn you into a beautiful masterpiece." I say, gazing, unblinkingly, into her eyes. She was frozen now, the only thing moving was her heaving chest as she hyperventilated in fright.

"Please...no...I - I..."

"I'm a bit of a lunatic." I say, my wicked insanity washing over me completely. It's full effect was coming up with this next wave of tears, begging and struggling, I could feel it.

"I don't want to die! I'm sorry. Please, please let me go!" She screamed. My eyes were empty, but my mouth was stretched into a grin so wide it hurt... then I pummelled her to death, laughing like the maniac I was.

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