I made my way out of class, thinking.
That hooded girl and Yuri... they seemed very nervous. Angry. Slightly scared. And possibly very sad. I narrowed my eyes as I walked, my buckled shoes tapping slightly on the floor with a soft pit-pat. Maybe...
Perhaps it's their powers.
Perhaps their magic is out of control.
But as I thought of the girl with the hood, I wondered, What magic makes you talk to yourself?
I needed to find the hood girl, and try to start a conversation. Learn as much as I can.
I smashed into an object. I jumped back, startled, my textbooks falling out of my hands.
And lo and behold, the object I'd walked into was the very hooded girl I was thinking about.
Something's wrong with her eyes, I realized.
She too stepped back, her eyes wide in surprise.
"Oh, hello there!" I said sweetly, which, mind you, is a voice I was never wanting to use again. I smiled at her and gathered up my books, making a show of picking them up slowly.
My mind raced.
If she helps me clean it up, I'll know she's a victim of a bad magic, and she's trying to help. It would prove what I thought.
If she doesn't, then...
Well, then I don't know what comes next.
But the girl just stood there above me, a huge smirk plastered across her face. I stopped picking up books.
Something is happening. I feel it.
The hooded girl leaned forwards and looked into my eyes. I sat, still as stone, feeling an icy chill wash over me.
"Goodbye, Corinth Fae," she whispered.
I can't move.
I CAN'T MOVE.
A blast of cold, cold air sent me tunneling down the hallway. I smashed into the wall and crumpled to the ground.
And the pain.
The pain was so intense, so icy, so... evil, that I just lay there in the rubble, gasping and choking.
Never had I ever been in so much pain since mother died.
I struggled to my feet, my vision blurry with ice and blood. I couldn't stand.
I could sense the girl coming closer, her eyes still on me, her hand outstretched.
"Wh-Who..." I choked. I felt my consciousness slipping away. "Who... are you?"
The hooded girl looked amused. "I'm your worst nightm--"
She cut herself off and stood still.
Her eyes came back into focus. She looked at me, the wall, the floor, in shock.
"Oh my G--" she stuttered, "Oh my--" Large tears welled in in her strange eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so--"
Then she ran off, sobbing.
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