It's time to move on

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The door opened behind me, I didn't turn to look figuring it was more police, but then I felt their emotions

betrayal
guilt
anger.

I knew who it was before she came into view.
She had been crying, an opaque murky yellow convulsing around her, it was the guilt pulling taut at her body eating into her.

"Mam move out of the way,"

"Uhh wait please," she asked the officers as she turned towards me.

"You should turn yourself in,"

The emotions inside of me were roaring as my eyebrows creased inwards.

What

She shakily placed her hand on mine,
"what you are doing it's not right,"

"What I'm doing?" I asked in disbelief wrenching my hand from hers. "You literally forced me out here."

"Tia the girls they were there and they're, they're dead." She shook her head vehemently.

Disbelief, that's what I felt. I was so utterly dumbfounded, I couldn't even think to formulate words. I mean what should I say? There was so much it was all jumping to the tip of my tongue only for the letters to rearrange into something different. My mouth couldn't keep up couldn't change shape fast enough to spit the venom that was rising in my throat.

Her friends die and know she suddenly grows a conciseness. Is she dumb. What about all the times I asked her to help me stop. What about. Fucking hypocrite. Like is she insane. What the actual F-

"You killed them ." She cried out.

My vision was swimming, everything starting to blur as an anger I'd never known rolled through me.

"So what i should be responsible for everything. I should rot behind bars again?" I questioned.
The words leaping through gritted teeth. I guess my mouth was starting to catch up to my brain, but why that phrase. Why those words?

Fist balled up, toes curled inward. Muscles strained. Worried that if I opened my mouth fully, let everything go, I would just explode.

"I know something happened to you, but that doesn't excuse y—-,"

The  power shifted in my veins again. The tension I couldn't keep it in any longer it was growing.
Memories flooded my mind the cell, the screams, the pain.

I will never go back, I'm never going back.

"You don't know anything" I yelled. I was done holding back, it was guttural deep didn't sound like my voice at all, I almost ground my teeth together but a sharp pain quickly made me release the motion. Instead sending my tongue to explore the cause. My canines were sharp, so sharp they had almost sliced through the flesh of my tongue. Something brushed the top of my head, the ceiling.

"Your a monster."

"A monster," I echoed. There was that anger again that shock that disbelief. I was the monster A harsh snort bubbled out into laughter.

I'm the monster.

At least I was unmade.
Prodded and poked by others.
DNA unraveled broken then retwisted to make and unmake and be unmade.

Until I was unmade into this.

Still I managed to hold some semblance of myself.
What was her excuse? Huh
What the fuck was her excuse?
She didn't suffer like me. She wasn't there. I was there. The boys were there.

She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't want to hear her.

"Well you're a monster, too. Claiming you were doing this for us. A derisive chuckle left my lips still much to deep to be my own. For us, everything was for you. So you wouldn't be alone."

"No no you killed them," she sniffled. "I didn't do that you did."

"I maybe the bullet, but you aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. Guess you didn't like your friends that much, since you pointed me their way."

"No no no." She shrieked clutching her head.

"Mam, step away from it,"

"I did everything for you, for us.
You were just going to leave me, like I was nothing."

"Mam I won't tell you again step away from it," the police officer yelled.

"You are nothing." I advised cooly. Knowing it would hurt her.

I grasped the power, and more colors exploded in front of me. They had never been so vibrant so potent I could see every little emotion in their body, I don't know what I looked like in that moment but they were all filled with overwhelming fear. A darkness that threatened to paralyze them. Take their mind and leave them weak and addled. Make them Reckless. It's never good when a collective fears you, especially if they have guns.
They tend to use that as an excuse to take you out. It was easier to kill something than to understand it. Humans seemed to have a knack for taking the easier way out of things.

I grasped at the fear bringing it down to nothing while simultaneously creating a new color in their aura cool serene blue and making it grow so rapidly the officers didn't know what hit them. They hit the deck all at once as a deep sleep over came them. So deep even the thud of their bodies hitting the floor didn't wake them.

I looked back at her, only to see some broken thing looking back at me. She wasn't even worth it. I turned my back to her as I made my way to the exit. I was done.

"It's over."

"Wait."

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