THE PSYCHOPATHS REBIRTH

CHAPTER 15

Third Person's POV

Nearly thirty minutes had passed, yet Annika still hadn't returned from the restroom. Natasha waited alone in the garden, unease slowly creeping into her chest. There was a bathroom much closer to where they were sitting—if Annika only needed to pee, she should have been back by now.

Unable to take it any longer, Natasha stood up and headed toward the restroom. As she walked closer, a strange smell grew stronger, wrapping around her with a sense of dread. Her steps quickened. When she reached the door, she slowly pushed it open.

From the entrance alone, she could already see it—blood scattered across the floor and smeared along the sink, leading toward... a cubicle.

Her hands trembled as she walked closer. She pushed the cubicle door open, and a lifeless woman collapsed into view. The woman's head was shoved inside the toilet bowl, the lid half-covering it, while her body lay outside.

"My God..." Natasha whispered in shock.

She lifted the toilet lid and, without thinking, raised the woman's head. Her eyes bulged unnaturally, the bone of her nose was exposed, and her lips were gone—completely peeled away.

In disbelief, Natasha dropped the head and stumbled backward, rushing out of the cubicle. But she froze when a familiar scent reached her nose.

"What the hell..." she muttered, then ran for the exit—only to trip near the doorway after crashing into a large figure.

She looked up and saw Prince Josiah of the Royalties. His brows were furrowed as he examined her, then his gaze shifted toward the inside of the restroom. His eyes widened in horror.

"What did you do?!" he shouted.

Annabeth's POV

Yawn.

I stretched lazily. Damn, that was a good sleep. I even dreamed about the woman I killed earlier.

What time is it now? Is it already night? After leaving the restroom earlier, I came straight back here and slept. I didn't even bother returning to Natasha in the garden. She's old enough to take care of herself.

I glanced at the small clock in my room. Only four in the afternoon.

I stood up and decided to leave the dorm to visit the sleeping Princess Luciana. I wanted to see if she was still breathing. If she was, I'd finish her off.

Of course that's was joke.

I'm not gonna kill her. Well, not now.

I changed into a tank top, black shorts, and slippers before heading out. As usual, useless students greeted me downstairs, openly staring and smirking.

'As if you could touch me. Try it—if you don't want to end up like the disgusting, perverted bastard who ruined my life.'

My face darkened at the memories of when I was still Annabeth, but my mood quickly returned when I remembered that I now had a new family... one I would destroy in the coming days anyway.

I exited the bronze main building and headed toward the school hospital, not too far from the other buildings. Natasha said Lean and Luciana were resting there.

Speaking of Natasha... I wonder what happened to her after I left her in the garden. Did they find the body in the restroom already? I hope so.

I reached the hospital without difficulty. There was no one outside, not even in the field. The place was eerily quiet, allowing me to enter easily. I went straight to the main desk and asked where Luciana's room was.

"What's your relation to Princess Luciana?" the nurse asked, raising an eyebrow.

I raised one right back. Does this nurse seriously not know me? Even when Annika was powerless, she was still a princess—surely people should recognize her.

"Do I need to be related to her just to enter?" I replied coldly.

Her eyebrow lifted even higher, refusing to back down. Let's see how far that eyebrow can go.

"Yes. If you're not a Royalty, you need to leave!" she snapped.

I leaned forward over the desk, bringing my face just inches from hers. I saw her swallow nervously.

She's pretty—but stupid. Especially stupid to act like this toward me. And honestly, hospitals make me sick. They remind me of my old life.

"S-step back—"

"Where... is... Luciana's... room?" I asked softly, but with heavy emphasis.

Fear finally showed on her face.

"R-Room 2!"

I smiled sweetly and patted her head. "Good girl. Don't tell anyone that someone visited her this late in the afternoon—unless you want to lose both your job and your life, okay?"

She nodded repeatedly, her knees giving out as she collapsed onto the floor. I flipped my hair lightly and turned away, laughing quietly.

That's all it took for you to get scared. Wow. I'm really is terrifying' I laughed to myself.

I walked toward Room 2. I wonder how that woman is doing. Is it serious? Psh. If she's in a coma from that silly duel, it just proves how weak she is.

I reached Luciana's room and felt no other presence inside. I entered and smiled at the sight before me—there she was, sleeping peacefully.

"Hi, Luciana!" I greeted cheerfully, even though I knew she wouldn't answer.

I stepped closer and examined her injuries. Her cheeks were still red, and there was a wound above her eyebrow. I thought Royalties healed easily?

"Does it hurt?" I asked, gently caressing her face.

A demonic grin spread across my lips when she moved slightly. So she could hear and feel me. How fun—I thought I'd just be talking to someone asleep.

"Don't be scared of me," I said dramatically. "You're hurting my feelings."

I brushed my fingers through her hair.

"Wow. Your hair is so smooth."

I laughed to myself and sat beside her bed, staring at her more closely as memories from the past surfaced.

"I used to have hair like this. My mother...

she... used to brush my hair with her fingers and hum songs until I fell asleep."

My smile dropped, and my expression darkened.

"Then all of the sudden, she changed. She stopped caressing my hair, and stopped sleeping with me. It's as if she's not the mother I once knew."

"She was so angry, and I never understood why. Was it because my hair wasn't as smooth anymore? What changed?" I laughed bitterly. I felt the almost unbareable hatred inside me.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself. I looked at Luciana and held her cold hand.

"So cold. Are you scared, Lucie? I'm not going to kill you..."

' well, not yet.'

"Anyways, I came here to tell you something very important. I had a big discovery. And you won't believe it."

I smiled and sooth her hair.

" Your friends doesn't give a damn about you and..your siblings. Especially Lumino."

Her grip on my hand tightened, as if she wanted to hurt me, but she lacked the strength. Pathetic.

"Don't be mad at me. You should have seen the look in your brother's face. I feel sorry for him when the royalties made him realized he doesn't belong there." I let out a heavy breath and continue,

"What I did to you on the field—I didn't mean to hurt you that badly. You just...pushed me to my limit. It was just a test. I wanted to see if the Royalties had changed... if you felt guilt... if your hearts had softened. Because despite all the things you did to me, I still believe that we can still friend. That I can still be part of your circle."

What a liar you are, Annabeth. A true expert at making stories.

"But from what I saw, I already know the answer. I don't want to be part of the royalties anymore. I don't want to risk my life just to be in that group."

" And as someone who has a heart of gold, I'm here to tell you that you should be cautious with them, especially Caleb. They don't give a damn about you. They even let you almost die on the fie—"

"Y-you're... l-lying," she finally spoke.

Her voice was filled with pain and suffering. She opened her eyes, and I saw the anger and heartbreak in her expression. She was crying.

'Of course I'm lying, silly.'

One more push, and she'd fall right into the trap.

"Why would I lie?" I said calmly. "You think I hate you? You think that was the reason why I'm here? Haha, no, Luciana. Maybe I hate you a little—but not to this extent. If Caleb truly loved you, the moment my hand touched your face, he would've fought back and defended you. But when did he arrive? When you were already close to dying."

She didn't answer—only shook her head while crying. She believed me. My lies had never failed.

I stood up and released her hand.

"You've done everything to hurt me since you knew I have no power. You even tried to kill me. But did I ever resist? Did I ever complain about the physical abuse you all did to me? No. Because you—and the other Royalties—were my friends. If you don't want to believe me, then so be it. It's your life. It's your decision to believe me—or ignore everything."

I left the room dramatically, wiping away my scripted tears, smiling as I exited the hospital.

Fools. HAHAHAHA.