THE PSYCHOPATHS REBIRTH

CHAPTER 7 - CHAPTER 8

Third Person's POV

When Natasha finally left Annabeth alone, the grin on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, serious expression. Based on the real Annika's memories, she already knew who the dean was—and exactly what kind of attitude he had. Annika didn't know everything about the school, but she knew most of the royalties and school personnel.

Every single one of them treated her like absolute trash.

She faced the door. Without bothering to knock, she pushed it open and walked straight in. The dean jumped from his seat at the sudden intrusion, shocked that someone dared enter without permission—what was worse, it was Annika... or so he thought.

"Didn't your parents teach you how to knock?!" Dean Fresco shouted angrily.

Annabeth merely raised an eyebrow, her lips remaining sealed. Her sinful, icy gaze stayed locked on the dean, scanning him from head to toe.

Lune Fresco wasn't lowborn, but he wasn't blue-blooded either. His only abilities were speed and a mere ten percent healing. He was nothing more than an average man chosen by the royalties to serve as the school's dean.

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"I'm obviously stronger than you, Princess—HAHAHA!" Fresco mocked, laughing at the embarrassed young princess.

They were seated in the palace dining hall, with only the royalties, the dean, and her present at the table.

Annika didn't know how to respond. She simply nodded and forced herself to eat, even though she knew the people around her were laughing at her.

"Stop calling her princess! She's not part of the royalty," Lean snapped irritably at the dean.

"Alright, alright—my dear Princess Lean," the dean replied with a disgusting grin, making everyone laugh... except Annika.

She stayed silent, eating quietly while enduring every insult thrown her way.

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"Hey! Didn't you hear me?"

Instead of answering, I walked towards his direction. Staring coldly at him.

"You stare rudely now, huh? You peasant--ackk "

The dean never finished his sentence.

In a blink, Annabeth was already gripping his throat, choking him—without him ever seeing her move from her previous position.

'W-What...'

The cold gaze she fixed on him sent terror flooding through his entire being. He struggled, but Annabeth only tightened her grip, his face slowly turning purple. A grin crept onto her lips as she watched the life drain from him.

She was about to end him for good—

But the door suddenly opened.

She released his neck and glanced at him as if to say,

'this isn't over...'

"What are you doing?!" Caleb shouted in shock and fury as he barged in with Josiah.

Annabeth merely looked at them with boredom and grabbed the folder resting on the dean's desk.

"Huh? Why? What do you think I'm doing?" she asked innocently, opening the folder she already knew was hers.

She didn't spare another glance at the dean slumped on the floor, staring blankly into nothingness—clearly still unable to process what had just happened.

"Hmm. Annika Delacroix. Section 99—Bronze. Huh? Bronze?" she read aloud, nodding thoughtfully. "Interesting..."

She then looked at her brothers and smiled.

"Brothers, I don't know where this is. Mind showing me—"

"No way! Get the hell out of my sight!" Caleb snapped, shoving her toward the exit.

She pouted for a moment before letting out a soft laugh.

Shaking her head, she walked away from the building and began searching for her section. Bronze... interesting indeed. All she could think about was what her classmates would look like once she killed them.

"This is going to be funnnn!" she said in an eerily cheerful tone.

Annabeth's POV

I excitedly twisted the classroom door open and scanned the people inside. The teacher stood at the front, completely ignored by the students. The moment they noticed my presence, every pair of eyes turned toward me.

I grinned and stepped inside.

"Hmm interesting faces. Anyways, I'm Annika and—"

"Who cares."

"A princess who doesn't have powers."

"Eww."

"You don't even deserve the title of princess!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Their words only made my grin widen.

Perfect.

I was going to enjoy what I'd do to them—and I'd make sure they enjoyed it too.

It had been days since I last killed someone, after all...

How exciting.

CHAPTER 8

Annabeth's POV

"Enough! All of you, sit down!" the teacher barked angrily, making my gaze shift toward her.

Hmm...

I don't know her... I mean, she's not in Annika's memories. I looked back at my classmates, who clearly weren't listening to the teacher at all.

"What if we don't want to?" the girl sitting in front asked with a grin. She was sitting on top of a guy, while the guy was sniffing her neck.

"You dare disobey m—"

"Chill, miss. I got this." I cut her off.

The teacher looked at me in confusion, but when she saw my grin widen even more, that confusion quickly turned into fear.

"What—"

In the blink of an eye, I was already standing in front of the girl who told me—

'Being a princess doesn't suit you!'

—the same girl sitting on the guy's lap.

"Yes? What are you staring at? Get lost!" she said arrogantly, raising her brow as she shooed me away.

My smile disappeared, and so did the confidence on her face. Fear flashed in her eyes, but only for a moment, because she raised her hand and was about to slap me when—

"U-ugh..."

Her eyes widened as she stared straight into mine... slowly, her gaze dropped to my hand buried in her chest— literally inside her heart. I slowly moved my hand, making sure she felt the growing pain.

"A-Ahhhh..." she cried out, and my smile returned.

I tightened my grip on her still-warm heart. I could feel it beating—so fast... so fast that I couldn't stop myself from crushing it completely.

She screamed in pain, and along with her screams came the screams of everyone else in the classroom, frozen in terror.

You were so confident saying I had no power... turns out you don't have any either.

After a few moments, she stopped moving. Then I turned to the man she had been sitting on.

"Hi! I'm Annika, your new classmate!" I cheerfully introduced myself and held out my blood-covered hand to him.

He didn't take it—so my smile vanished again.

He was about to scream, but I snapped his neck before he could make a sound. Still not satisfied, I twisted his head again and again until it finally rolled across the floor.

They screamed. All of them. Terrified.

Ha!

A bunch of weaklings! Look at you now, so scared. Just a while ago, you were laughing at me—

"Ms. DELACROIX! Are you listening?!"

I snapped back to reality when the teacher's shrill voice rang in my ears—she was practically screaming right beside me.

Annoyed, I looked at her, but she only raised her brow at me.

"I said sit down! I'm starting the class!" she yelled, even giving me a light shove. I ignored it and instead looked around at my classmates—whole and unharmed.

Nothing missing. Nothing broken.

So it was just my imagination?

Am I really that excited to kill?

Sigh. They can wait. I need to focus on facing the Royalties first... before I kill everyone who hurt Annika, I'll deal with them first.

The Royalties...

I won't kill you right away. I'll destroy you first—so it's more thrilling.

I glanced at my classmates again and walked toward the very back.

You're lucky, assholes. Don't worry, I'll kill you too. Just wait, I said in my mind, holding back the itch in my hands.

Dianne's POV

"Dianne, do you think we should date? You know... we've known each other for quite a long time," Vleen said with a smile, gently caressing my face.

I smiled sweetly at him and gestured for him to come closer. When he did, his face was already flushed, but I didn't mind. When our faces were only inches apart, my smile vanished and was replaced with a scowl as I said—

"In your dreams, Vleen. I'm loyal to Yvo, okay? Move aside, you look stupid."

I rolled my eyes at him. He just laughed and stepped away.

"You're so harsh, Diane. Good thing I love you," he said with a wink before finally leaving.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. That prince is such a nuisance. His jokes are too much—nothing compared to my Yvo, who's calm and a true gentleman.

"Hey, Diane," Dione called out seriously.

Don't be surprised by Dione—she's always been that bitter since we were born. Honestly, she looks more like Drex's twin than mine.

"Why? What do you want?" I asked, raising my brow.

She raised her hand as if to smack my head, making me step back.

"Watch your mouth. You're already hurting people. You don't know how much Vleen likes you, so be aware of his feelings," she scolded, making me frown even more.

"He doesn't like me, he's just bored. You know the other Royalties aren't here, so he has nothing better to do," I replied sarcastically.

"Oh really? Fine. I already warned you," she said before turning around—

—but she stopped when the door suddenly opened and the student we were expecting rushed in.

I raised my brow, slightly surprised. "Oh? Why are you running?! Didn't we say running in the hallway isn't allowed?!" I scolded angrily.

And besides, she's not even a Royalty—who does she think she is, entering our room?!

"S-Sorry, dear Princess Diane. But... Princess Luciana sent me to tell you that they're already here."

At the mention of Luciana's name, Caleb immediately stood up and teleported straight to the field.

I kept a poker face and looked back at the student.

"You may leave now. And next time, don't come here again," I said.

She nodded fearfully and ran off.

I literally just said no running in the hallway. So stubborn.

"Let's go. Let's meet them," Drex said, walking ahead of us.

I smiled widely.

Finally, the Royalties will be complete. They're here now... my beloved Yvo is here.