OBSESSED

13.

The faint faded shadow that loomed over me made me beam even more as my father was surrounded by the angels.

"Hey, Villian." He whispered as his eyes were replaced with crystal clear white orbs. The people were too afraid to pinpoint that nobody was in front of me. They just did their job. They scurried at the sight of pretty Villian.

"What are you doing here?" My smooth voice questioned out loud. He came closer as his colorless eyeballs stared into my emerald ones.

"I want to bring you back with me." He gently spoke each word with a peaceful expression etched on his face.

"Sorry to break it to you, dad, I won't be leaving anywhere," I spoke back in confidence as another body behind my dad crashed into the locker forward and backward with my devil powers.

Then dad stopped the devil's entertainment as he continued.

"You will surrender to me and obey me sooner than later." His faint shadow disappeared after his threat. I was raged, who was he to control my obsession?

The scream pierced my ears as the girl's eyes were scorched out of their positions and rolled to the floor at the fearful students.

In an instant, I managed to kill one hundred of the high school's overall one thousand students, they all had to face my release of anger.

Because I am pretty, I could do anything I wanted to.

I collected her eyeballs as I watched people throw up on the hallway floor on the disgusting dead girl sight in front of them. It could be a nice decoration beside the fangirl for the house.

The tingles reappeared as I held my stomach and collapsed in a sea of vomit. The students gaped at my state as the tingles took a little longer to fade out of my body as dad's words floated around me.

The weakness I felt extracted my energy as my slender wrists palpitated in fear of the unexpected tremors that flowed through my arms like electric shocks.

The hallucinations drained me as the dead eyeless girl came back to life and clutched me with her elongated arms, mom returned back to life and everyone that I had killed. This couldn't happen, my obsession still existed. I evoked myself further as the tremors vanished.

I had to stop whatever was going on with me before people started to plan sudden attacks on me.

Only one way to find out.

I didn't waste a second as I ran through the open doors to my new destination. The witch's house. It was located a few blocks away from my house and nobody dared to get in due to their terrible fear.

"Hullo, darling," she greeted when she knew of my presence, "I was waiting for you." Her ocean eyes turned to red. My devils greeted back as I silently sat on a large rock that had a small table that matched it, it had a spooky aroma as well as dead bats as curtains and potions scattered on the walls as shelves.

The old lady with sharp canines and gray long hair sat across from me. She knew of my problem without me telling her for she had special powers more than mine.

"Oh, I see," she touched both of my palms with her as her eyes widened, "that's not good at all, your dad and the angels are dimming your powers." A feeling told me that the witch was hesitant as her eyes flickered from my palm up to my eyes, to and fro.

"Are you going to help me?" I seethed impatiently, something about her told me not to trust her but she was my only option.

She could feed my obsession.

"There, there, young one," she soothed before she spoke again, "the angels are not to be tampered with for they are the messengers of God. The angels are helping your dad. I'm afraid I can't help you with anything." Her flat tone of voice indicated surrender and I grew frustrated.

"No, I will not stop being pretty." I hollered as my red eyes intensified as the power radiated from me extinguished the witch due to how livid I was and the house she lived in rattled as potions fell and the stone walls cracked.

I vowed to end my dad and the angels. I sprinted to my house and barged into the entrance, breaking it only to see that nobody was there. I couldn't smell the blood anymore.

"What the hell?" I hissed as my beady eyes took in the clean floor of my house. Whoever managed to barge into my house was going to be punished. Something was wrong because I realized that nobody could enter my house.

My dad did this, he took them to heaven. I screamed in anger as the people rushed back to their houses.

I slashed the police heads from their bodies as little girls yelled in fear when they dressed up with police blood all over them.

I might as well design my house with new bodies.

Villian's eyes were back to normal as I hummed while checking my manicure as more bodies collapsed on the ground.

"Castielle, it's time for you to come back with me," Dad whispered in my head.

Fury burned my body as I raced to my school and killed the entire school population as the teachers' stomachs were inside out, the cars were crashed and it was world war II again.

"I will never come back to you." The devils danced around me when I snapped back at my dad just like the boys' necks.

My power increased as I bought both the knives that I hid in my locker to cut my hands. I needed a makeover, I cut my left wrist first as the flashy meat appeared and blood seeped out like a river, then took the knife to my mouth upside down as I slashed my right wrist. The metallic smell invaded my senses as I held back a moan.

I was going through with this delicious plan of mine.