The tree of light

Tree of Light Part 14

{JPOV}

I sat on the other side of the dining table staring out the window. After Betty left— which I didn't know why, it's not like she was interrupting it, she was helping me avoid it— my lips shut tight, I didn't want to talk to him. Not about this subject.

The food finally came. My father said thank you and as I looked up she narrowed her eyes at me, very weirdly.

She was the most creepiest waitress I've ever had. Once her eyes relocated to my father, she gave him a small smile and left. I watched her until she was gone, and she turned into the ladies room. Wasn't there an employee's restroom—

FP: Jughead. Hell you're not even listening to me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them into my mouth to avoid conversation.

FP: Look. As much as you want to avoid it we need to have this conversation. I'll never understand how you feel unless you tell me. Not Betty not you not even this stupid situation we got ourselves in is going to help us forget what happened...."

At first I was listening. Okay maybe I wasn't really but my attention span began to focus on the bathroom that employee entered. They've been in there for a while, longer than I'd felt comfortable with. The lady seemed creepy. Another employee walked by his co-worker and started whispering to one another, the girl pointed towards the bathroom and he nodded his head an turned to my direction. I broke contact quickly facing my dad.

He's looking at me with so much sadness, then a crash comes very loud. My eyes widen and my head turned towards the noise direction. They were walking around like nothing happened. I turned toward my father again.

J: Betty!

Was all I said before we both hopped up from the table and ran towards the bathroom.

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{BpOv}

She came charging at me. This crazy old hag started charging at me. Glad I reacted in time or my head would've been crashing against the window.

B: What the hell is your problem?

I ask breathing heavily. She ignores my question as she turns to face me this time pulling a pen out of her pocket that rested in her apron. What was she going to do with that. She glared me down then presses on the pen.

The pen grew two times its size, then two more until it turn into a large sword, more like a light saber. Then did the inevitable. She swung the god damn thing in my direction. I barely missed it by an inch as it cut of a snip of my already partially burnt hair.

S: Come on. Are you not going to fight back.

She growled before taking another swing, this time it sliced halfway through the door to a bathroom stall. Like a perfect slice, my eyes widened in horror. What the hell could that do to my body. She gave a light chuckle.

S: Your mother gave more of a fight.

My eyes sharpened in her direction.

B: What did you just say about my mother?

My anger began to fuel at the memory of my mother. How did she know about my mother.

S: Struck a nerve? So are you going to stop being a pussy and fight back?

This dumb whore. She ran at me once again with her Star Wars blade but I didn't run, I grabbed control of her wrist and slammed her into the bathroom mirror. The glass shattered loudly. I wasn't apart of the serpents for no reason.

She recovered quickly and charged towards me screaming the ugliest battle cry's I kicked her hand and knocked the light saber from her hand and she returned it with a kick I flew back towards the bathroom stall. The pain hurt like hell, but it ceased the moment I got it. That was oddly weird.

B: Where's my mother?
I growled. She ignored my question and slapped me before picking me up by my collar. I'm the pussy, who slaps girls in basically a combat fight.

My hand flys forward to wrap around her dingy neck, then I began squeezing.

B: Tell me where my mother is.

She let loose from my shirt and grabbed my neck as well.

S: I can't believe boss said you were extremely dangerous.

She stated groggily.

S: I can do more damage than you, and I'm human.

Human? Human! I'm not human, I have powers, I can hurt her like I did to that spoon earlier. But that was an accident.

Well I needed to make it a purpose and quick because I could feel my airway closing.

Closing my eyes I tried to feel something. Nothing. I looked into the mirror to see my eyes. They were the deepest color of green I've ever seen.

What was I feeling at the moment. I was scared, scared I was going to die, scared I wasn't going to find out more about myself, scared that I was in this shit, scared I was going to lose FP and Jughead and most of all, scared I wasn't going to see my mother again.

I know she tried. She tried so hard but I didn't want her tool put her faith on me I wanted her to say that she blamed me. I wanted her to let me down and finally tell me how she really felt. Now if never be able to tell her I was sorry because I was losing oxygen quicker than gaining.

A yell shrieked it's way from outside of the door.

J: LET. GO. OF. BETTY.

Jughead. It was him that yelled before a big explosion signaled through the whole building. Shaking the ground, included to two if us. It startled the women, and I took this as a chance to push her back. Of course she recovered.
Sit down lady.

S: When I'm finished with you, your mother is next.

She boisterously claimed, and she officially blew the casket. One glance in the mirror and my eyes were red.

Who the hell did she think she was, making me miss lunch, after my long journey getting here, starting a fight in a yucky bathroom, and bringing up my mothers name and disrespecting her after she was token away from me.

I stared intently into her eyes and her face drained, probably at the notice of my quick eye change.

My breathing became ragged, and fast. My anger boiled, no one was touching my mother.

No one.

B: Stay the hell away from my, MOTHER.

Did I mention I had anger issues. I yelled at the women then everything started lifting and bending to my will. The glass that broke from the mirror began to float, the faucet on the sink began bending upwards, leaving the curvy shape it accumulated. The bathroom stall began opening and closing and the toilet water—disgustingly— began sprouting from the toilets.

Her face was priceless, if I wasn't so angry I was going to laugh. Slowly and mentally—I don't know how, I just felt the control in my mind— the glass started to inch it's way toward her. Maybe I should start with the neck. Or the tongue so it could be a slow and painful death.

Wait! Did I want to kill her?

Yes you do.

Then yes I do. My subconscious was right. She messed with my mother. She wasn't innocent, she deserved it. The glass came closer, until with the go in my mind it would cut her into pieces.

FP: BETTY!

FP yelled from the ladies restroom door. The door is bent inward, and as I realize my destruction I let lose of everything. The glass the song the door and the toilet, I felt the control of it drain from my body.

Then I felt life drain from my body. Everything went dark.