DEMONS AREN'T MADE, THEY'RE BORN

Lottie

Lottie POV: 

"you must be outta your goddamn mind!" I spat, my hands trembling. Pitch narrowed their eyes. 

"I'm not the bad one here. life for a life." 

I shot up, spewing angry. "HELL. NO." I attempted to stalk off but Pitch grabbed my shoulder, a fiery anger in their eyes. 

"if you won't do it for me, do it for Jill. do you really want her to suffer?" 

I twisted away from them. "I'll call police-" 

"AND WHAT?! people are crafty these days, Venom! he'd escape and keep going! WHAT THEN?!" they balled their fists, their eyes still trained on me. 

I was silent. they were right...but I can't kill.

Pitch broke the silence, their voice calmer but still traced with anger. "why did we name you Venom?" 

I matched their eye level, my head held high. "my poisonous words, duh." 

they nodded, eyes narrowed. "do more then words." 

I shook my head and released an irritated sigh. "why can't people learn the damn word NO?!" 

"BECAUSE ITS THE RIGHT THING TO DO!" Pitch growled. I noticed a small tremor among them, they were beyond pissed off. 

sorry, I don't follow orders.

"NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HURT, ANNALIESE WILL NEVER COME BACK!" 

the tension was unbearable , neither of us breathing a word. I went too far. 

Pitch's face was red with anger; they opened their mouth to speak when Quill rushed in with my ringing phone. 

"VENOM! your mom has been calling for the past 25 minutes, nonstop!" she presented the phone to me, worridly. she never liked my mother, she was scared of her a multitude of reasons.

I plucked it out of her hands, answering it, reaching it as far away as I could to avoid my ears shattering from her immense screaming. 

"LOTTIE! WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU RETURN HOME THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME-" 

"you kicked me out. I'll be back in two weeks." I answered as calmly as possible, careful not to spit out what I REALLY wanted her to hear. 

Pitch frowned and shook their head mouthing "good luck" while leaving the room. Quill remained, staring intently at me and my heated call. 

I huffed agitated and turned back to the obnoxious headache I have on the phone. 

"GET. HOME. NOW." she seethed, the crackling from shit connection made it sound corny. 

I guffawed out loud. "what are you gonna do? ground me? I'm so fucking scared." 

"LOTTIE DE VIL, I KNOW YOUR LOCATION. IF YOU DON'T RETURN, I WILL CALL THE COPS ON YOUR GANG AND HAVE THEM ARRESTED!" 

first off: WHAT TRACKER DOES SHE HAVE?! 

second: you can't catch this clan. not if you tried. and believe me, people have tried. 

I answered, my calmness on verge. "you'll have to drag my ass back yourself. Good luck!" 

I ended the call and sighed. I was SO DEAD. 

"V?" the youngest member spoke up nervously,  pale as snow. "does she really know where we are?" 

I shook my head, examining my phone and any other possible place she could hide a track peg.