“You’ll never forget me. Not after this.” My voice was dark and hollow. I didn’t want to kill him. I just wanted him to understand pain. Agony. The dark bile that flows in my veins. I needed to make him understand. I raised my hand and slapped him so hard I felt the flesh under my knuckles blister on impact. A slow smile crept over my face as I saw the impact reflect in his eyes. His eyes were always so beautiful… now they held a sad sort of beauty that only made me want to tear into him more. I couldn’t help it. Something inside of me wanted to see how far I could push him until he was left crying and broken on the ground.
He spit some blood from his mouth and looked up at me. His vicious green eyes stared daggers at my cold steely blues. I couldn’t help myself at this point. I let an amused giggle slip from my lips. I knew my eyes reflected the insanity that was pooling behind them. I pulled a gun from my hip holster and fired it into the floor. The bullet impacted with the floor and left one hell of a scorch mark. I plunged the still red-hot end into his shoulder and watched him squirm biting hard at the rubber bit between his teeth. I heard a faint cry of sirens in the distance and knew my time was up. I pulled back on the gun and smirked.
“This is the last face you’ll ever see.” I smirked and blew a mock kiss before I extended a hand and let a bolt of lightning course from my fingers to his eyes, cauterizing the flesh. His scream was sweeter than a lullaby to me and I walked off out the front doors, humming softly to myself. The air hung heavy with my magic as I drove off, undoubtedly leaving one hell of a trail. Good thing the police hated magic users among their ranks.
I pulled up to my apartment and sat in the car for a moment. It was happening again. My hand started to shake and I gripped the steering wheel hoping it would stop quickly this time. The magic. It was leaving me… I slammed my fist into the driver’s side window and shattered it, releasing some of the manic energy build up. A blue ripple radiated out from my fist as the safety glass shattered. I screamed, a guttural blood curdling scream that sounded half demonic and half soul starved. I melt after the scream and cried, the soft sobbing of a wounded child.
These were the moments that caused me to question why the hell I ever accepted that magic into my life. I pulled my fist back from the glass and took a few deep breaths, staring at the blood dripping off the side of my fist. I smiled but it was the same crazy smile I had given to Ethan. Poor Ethan. I touched the glass absent-mindedly and the cracks receded to the center point before disappearing entirely. I finally mustered up the strength to get out of the car. My limbs felt incredibly heavy. I fished around for my keys to the apartment while I stepped into the elevator, ignoring Baxter’s lecherous gaze completely. His bright blue eyes sparkled and I could feel them sliding over my body. I leaned against the wall, nearly crumpling. The doors shut and Baxter stood across the elevator, dutifully and quietly waiting for the doors to open again. I looked over at him and smirked, not really realizing the awful plans that my magic and my subconscious had for him. The doors opened and Baxter extended his hand to help me out of the elevator. I took it delicately and walked towards my apartment.
Not tonight. I was too tired. He would get away… I smirked and looked back over my shoulder at him and glanced promisingly at him, before opening the door to my apartment.
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