OBSESSED

03.

Everyone liked a little tragedy play on stage once, in a while, the school guards and police stand watching us.

Villian kept screaming like a lizard without camouflage; vulnerable to me. Loving the sound of her erratic breathing and the wide terrorized orbs, I moved even closer where my lips almost touched hers so she could see how much the demon craved her. Her pitch went high with agony as my obsession for her volumized like a tornado.

She was a smart girl, prettier and smart, the golden girl. She thought she was heroic when she tried to hit me across the cheek but my filthy darkened hands clutched her wrist, squeezed enough to dislocate it. I was wanting, with very simple detail of her face, I was in a heat of darkened velvet lust. The sight with my blood on her gorgeous dress made me feel slightly better about myself but slightly wasn't going to cut it.

The audience watched in remorse like they expected her to die already. It was cute how she was so popular yet nobody helped her.

I spoke too soon because the moment I wanted my hands around that pretty neck, her unknown friend grabbed my hair, dragging me backward. I decided that them having a bit of fun before I got my hands on Villian Grenova was exciting so I let them have their way for a minute.

The girl punched me, clutched my hair and attempted to kick my crotch. With one hand, I smiled with my eyes rolled back up at her and twisted her whole leg, removing it from her body as it ripped wholely.

That was Alexis, the b***h that had been an almost friend of mine but she joined in popularity by dissing me. She learned her lesson, join the weak and watch me rip your organs apart.

She seemed to realize that as blood spurted out of her decapitated area where her leg was in my one hand. Screaming in pain and joining her fake friend, Villian.

It was a while before the audience gasped at the horrid ripped girl and the precious Villian crying. Alexis writhed in pain as the blood puddle grew bigger and bigger. I was still as a stone, sitting on the stage with battered up hair and blood on my face as I stared at a retreating Villian. All they had to do was watch and listen to her death because they were cowards, scared that their heads were going to the dustbins around.

I crawled to her as the police failed at shooting me with their rifles and stared at her intensely when I neared her, almost.

"Hush, you cut my knee in fifth grade, do you remember?" I slowly approached her like an animal ready to feast.

She whimpered and frantically looked everywhere, my blood did look so good on her.

"You slapped me in sixth grade, remember that too?" My scratchy voice called out as I paused, deranging smirked at her as she let out a bundle of screams.

"You cut my hair as a prank in seventh grade, remember?" I continued, watching the reflection of my eyes turned red when the mirror was behind her head. She clutched her chest and closed her eyes, reopening when she realized that it wasn't a nightmare.

"You pretended to be my friend in  grade eight, only to spit on me after, remember?" I looked more into her tear soaked face, she tried to throw a shard of glass but I caught it in one hand.

"You leaked a photoshopped picture with my face on an ogre body in ninth grade, remember?" I stroked her hair with my filthy hands as she tried to kick my stomach, I grabbed her leg with my hand while the other hand had a shard of glass.

"You hurt me in tenth grade when I helped you, remember?" I shouted, my breath slapped her face as she let out a strained cry.

"You continued to bully me by physically draining me in grade eleven, remember?" I whispered with sad eyes that turned to my usual grey ones, she gasped for a breath when my hands wrapped around her neck in a chokehold.

Her tears hugged my fingers as I got ready to choke her, the horrified screams of the audience indicated that they knew what was about to happen.

"You continued to do all of that and all I wanted was to be prettier like you." I got angry again as my red eyes came back and she shook her head, pleading with me as I tightened my hold on her pretty little throat.

But, my hands stopped and my eyes came grey again. Everyone locked in their breaths, thinking that I was not going to kill her until the shard of the glass in my hand tumbled to the floor in front of them and I leaped on Villian Grenova.

I continued to stroke her face as she let out muffled cries, reciting her prayers and I laughed at her situation, she knew her fate that was in my hands now, trapped like I was.

My emotions came and hit me full force, the whirls of confusion and consciousness made me lost. I whimpered a bit and Villian's eyes widened, she thought I was going to set her free finally.

Hot blood pumped through my veins as my hands shook with dark emotions coursing through me like a hot bath, I stared into her fearful eyes and with one snap.

Her neck was twisted.