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“Yes I am leaving.” I said freaking out because I know this isn’t going to end well. “Fine then you can leave with me.” The man says to me. Fuck everyone in here is from Paix. “We will not be leaving with you, and you can shove that up your ass.” I spit at him. “Noel what are you doing he’s an officer.” France whispers to me. “No he is from Paix along with everyone else in here.” I spoke out loud. “Well beautiful you truly do know everything.” The man says harshly.
“Go to hell mother fucker.”
“I’ve already been there sweet heart and it’s amazing.”
“You must have been to the wrong part of hell.”
“Okay stop the chitchat and let’s get to business.” The man standing in the corner says.
“I’m not going to do business with you. Now let me leave and I won’t kill all of you.”
“We have never seen you use your powers so we highly doubt that you have any. Now this is what we propose. 1. We kill you right here and now, or 2. Oh wait two is the same as one.”
“I prefer three. That were I kill all your mother fucking cock sucking asses!” I screamed at them.
“I can’t believe you have enough balls to talk to me like that you fucking bitch.”
“Please stop you two.” An old woman says walking into the room.
“Who this your fucking camel toe mother fucking ass licking slut of a grandmother!” I yell at him.
“That’s it kill her now!!” The old woman screams
“So the woman behind the scenes final steps out, but she’s as useless as a lollipop made out of shit.” I say mockingly
“Noel please stop this right now.” France says to me to get me to calm down before I do something I might regret.
“No I won’t fucking stop this. You can go sit your F.A.T ass over there, and I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re fucking skinny. Your mother fucking initials still spell F.A.T so go to hell. You’re a mother fucking piece of shit that went to fucking jail and got us in this trouble. Now I’m going to kill these assholes and then I’m going to deal with you.” France’s mouth drops open after I finish yelling at him.
I feel my heart beating louder and louder. I’m at the verge of tearing everyone’s head off. “Now you’re going to be wishing you never did this. “You are all going to die of an excruciatingly painful death.” I look up into a mirror and see myself start to change.
My skin starts to turn pale and my veins pop out and transform from dark blue to a murky shade of grey. My eyes turn crimson red with bright white pupils and grey veins running from the corner of my eye to my pupil. I look down at my hand to see that my finger nails are long and sharp. “You’re all going to die.” I spoke with a hint of joy in my words.
“Get Madame Uma out of here. The girl’s main icimugic is pain.” The first man to speak to me yelled out. I focus on him. Pain. The man screamed out in agonizing suffering. Pain to all except France. Everyone fell to the ground yelling out for me to stop, but I was long past my point of stopping.
The people around me start coughing up blood, and blood is pouring out of their eye sockets that don’t eye balls in them because they melted away. I flare my eyes at the woman with fiery red hair. Suddenly she attacks the man next to her that called me a bitch. She pushes her small hand into the man’s throat, and makes her way down to his chest with her hand still in his throat. She grabs his heart and pulls it out along with his spine and esophagus. It looks like a volcano erupted because of all the blood squirting out of what was once his throat.
A man’s head explodes and makes me look away from the scene before. Everyone’s heads start too exploded in sync like fireworks lighting up the sky, but instead of all of the bright lights its blood. The once white walls are now red because of the huge amount of blood soaring out of people’s heads and necks.
I look over at France who is hiding behind a chair so his fancy clothes don’t get soaked with blood. I look around feeling my powers deplete. My eyes start to close and I fall to the ground. Everything goes black again.
I started to come too again. I pick my head up slowly and look at the bloody gore around me. At the scene before me I start to puke up the contents in my stomach. After I’m down I look back up at the all the blooded victims and passed out again.
Unknown POV…
I could hear the screaming from five miles away. I go to where I heard the shrieking from and look through the window. “What the flying fuck happened here?” I say looking at all the dead decapitated exploded bodies, or what look like they were once bodies.
I turn around and walk to the front door to see all of the gory details. I walk in the door and I’m immediately hit with the stench of death, but there is one scent that stands out over the disgusting smell. It smells like honey and vanilla. It’s the same scent that I smelled the other night when I helped that girl.
I look around the room to find the owner of the aroma, and there lying on the ground is a beautiful girl covered in blood. The girl looks about my age maybe a little younger. I look back around the room and my eyes come in contact with a man’s. “Hello.” The man said shakily.
I look away and start walking back to the door. “Wait… Please wait!” I turn back around and look at the man. “Could you please help me.” He asks me. “No.” I say with no emotion showing in my voice from many years of practice.
“But my friend is unconscious and I need to take her back to her home so she doesn’t die.” He pleads too me.
I look at the beautiful girl again. “Why should I help you.” I say still looking at the girl.
“Because you helped her last night.”
To get out of talking any longer I walk over to the girl and pick her up. Why is whenever I show myself in public people talk to me, and why the fuck did he not pick her up himself. I follow him to the green truck. “Here let me open the door for you.” The man say trying to get around me without touching her.
I lay the girl down in the backseat and close the door. I turn around to leave but yet again the guy stops me. “Please can you come with me to her house.” He says with a hint of humor in his tone. I go to the passenger door and get in the truck.
“I’m France and you are?” I ignore his question and stare off at the road. How did I get myself in this situation? “So you are not much of a talker.” I look over at him and punch him in the face. Of course I knock him out. I grab the steering wheel and pull the truck over to the side of the road.
I get out of the truck and walk over to the driver side door. I open the door and France falls out onto his face. I can’t help but laugh at him falling on his face. “I hate you so much.” I say to the unconscious body lying on the ground. I pick him up and throw him on the bed of the truck. I get in the driver’s side door and continue down the road. Good thing I accidently came across a house out here, and I figure since there aren’t any other houses out here and that he started driving on this road it’s the girls.
I pull onto the secluded drive way and drive up to her house. I park the truck in front of the cabin and get out. I open the back door and pick the girl up. I carry her to the front door. Okay how am I going to do this? “Why the fuck did you punch me?” I turn around to see France awake.
“Because you are fucking annoying. Now could you please open the door so I can set her down?”
“Yes.” He says walking over here.
He comes over next to me and tries the door handle, but it is locked. Why the fuck does someone lock their fucking door when they live in the middle of fucking nowhere! France pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door. “Here follow me. You can set her on the couch.” He says to me. I walk in the door and look around the wood cabin. Wow this is nice.
The interior of the house is very open with many windows. The kitchen is open to the living room and there is an overhanging balcony that hangs over the living room. The stairway is in the back corner of the wall in the living room. I’m guessing the master bedroom is upstairs. I set her on the couch and turn around to leave. “Thank you sir for helping me.” France says. “You are welcome.” I say walking out the door and back to my home.
“Wait” I hear a melodic voice yell at me before I leave her property. I turn around to see a stunning girl standing ten feet away. She has brown medium length hair that flows around her delicately crafted heart shaped face. Her eyes are the most gorgeous shade of aquamarine that are framed by glasses, and it looks like she stand somewhere at 5’10. Her skin has a light tan that is disappearing, and her face is so clear and bright and is highlighted by a beautiful smile. I could melt each time I see her smile. She is the perfect size of not to skinny or big. How can someone be so perfect? “Excuse me I have been trying to talk to you for the past minute.” She say. It sounds like a beautiful symphony each time she says a word. I pull off my hood and look into those beautiful aquamarine eyes.