Dark Changes// Creepypasta

Chapter 39

This shit was hard! I did fucking sports at university how on earth was I supposed to know what any of this shit is?! I put a frustrated hand through my hair as I read over the lecture notes, Seb decided to quiz my knowledge from what I had learnt so far and lets just say it was worse than you could believe. "Come on Jess we literally just went over that in class today!" Seb said throwing his arms up, I sighed. "I know, I know!" Realistically I didn't know I wasn't paying attention. "Won't both of you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped my head over towards the voice to see a very angry looking Ethan, my eyes widened when I realised it was him speaking. He hadn't said a word up until now but dam he looked pissed. I averted my eyes while Seb and Ethan began to argue for whatever reason I don't know but oh well, I ended up staring out the window. It was starting to get dark now so it was hard to see anything in particular but I just stared bored and done with this shitty course, I just want this to be over with. I turned back to face the two boys, "Is it okay if I use your bathroom?" I asked trying to be polite yet the tone in my voice said otherwise, Seb nodded so I got up and walked to the toilet in his room. I stood over the sink, I was exhausted. It has been a long week and it's finally starting to catch up with me I think, as I stared at myself in the mirror I started to hear some movement from outside of the door. Hopefully Hoodie, Masky and Toby finally came in, after another minute I finally decided to leave the bathroom. I barely even registered what was happening when suddenly Ethan appeared from around the corner and stabbed something into my neck, my eyes widened. I tried to fight back but my muscles all started to relax no matter how hard I tried and drowsiness took over as I was lowered down to the floor. "Pricks..." Was the last thing I managed to say before passing out.

If only I had noticed that inside the wardrobe was pictures of me, Daniel and Cody...

I don't know how long I was out for. The darkness consumed me for what felt like hours, my head screamed at me to wake up but I couldn't move, I couldn't even open my eyes. Whatever those bastards used on me must have been strong as fuck. 

After what felt like days I finally started to regain control of my body slowly being able to contract my muscles and come back to consciousness. My eyes flickered open and I was immediately blinded by the light, everything was fuzzy. I squinted and blinked a couple of times trying to refocus on my surroundings. After a minute I was finally able to see everything clearly, "Are you fucking kidding me?!" I whisper yelled to myself as I looked down to see myself tied up to a chair. I frantically looked around, I wasn't in the dorm anymore that was for sure. The room was brightly lit by a couple of hanging bulbs, there didn't seem to be anything else in this room apart from the chair I was sitting on and well me. I let out a sigh, why does this always happen to me. It was silent for a while but then I heard shuffling coming from outside of the room and the door finally turned, my heart started to pound in my chest as anxiety rose in my stomach. The door flew open and Ethan walked in, I clenched my jaw. Where the hell were the guys?! Surely they would have seen this happen. I looked at him angrily and started to tug on my restraints, "Your not getting out of those." He said simply as he walked in front of me. I growled at his words but still stopped struggling, he crouched in front of me. He brought his hand up and pointed something at my chest, I looked down. A gun. How the hell did I not notice that when he walked it, i just looked up at him and glared at him. I wasn't about to show this bastard fear. 

"Where is he?" He said as he took the safety off the gun with a click, my heart skipped a beat at the noise. I refused to speak though. There would be consequences if I did. After a moment he let out a frustrated yell and lifted his gun up and smacked it across my face, the familiar taste of metallic filled my mouth. I adjusted my jaw causing it to crack loudly and went back to staring at him. Oh how badly I wanted to spit in his face but I didn't have a death wish so I kept my mouth shut. He tilted his head to the side before standing up abruptly, "Guess we are going to have to do this the hard way." and with that he pointed the gun at me and shot me in the shoulder. I couldn't help the scream from erupting from my throat, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before. He smirked sadistically, fucking bastard. I closed my eyes changing into my demon form as it heals me a lot quicker than my normal self, once my eyes opened his widened seeing my appearance. It was now my turn to smirk and I tilted my head, "What's wrong? Scared?" I said in my demonic voice chuckling darkly, he took a shaky step back. Then I had an idea, maybe I couldn't get out but i'm sure my demon could. Ethan began to lift his gun back up and pointed it towards my chest, I closed my eyes and my demon moved to the front. "Yo-your a m-monster!" He yelled, I quickly used all my strength to rip myself out of the restraints and fell to my knees dodging the bullet which would have hit me square in the heart if I was still sat. My shoulder ached badly but the adrenaline was coursing though my veins.  

I went to grab my weapon but the bastard must have taken it as it was no longer in my pocket so instead I swivelled my body around, still on the floor, and took out his legs from under him as he was trying desperately to reload his gun. The gun fell from his hands and I grabbed it cocking it then not hesitating to shot his straight in the head. Dead. I staddled him and brought my claws out and dug them straight into his chest ripping it open aggressively. This bastard deserved all he got, fucking shooting me?! Who the fuck does he think he is?! I plunged my hand into his chest cavity and ripped his heart out, I crushed it in my hand causing blood to spurt out in all direction. I wasn't hungry just angry. Blood covered my clothes and face. I threw the heart on the floor and stood up but before turning I spat on him. Scum.