Chapter 41

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My voice carries all through the woods.

The echo of it made all of our ear's ring.

Both boys freeze like statues upon each other as they turn to look at me. My hands are crunched into fists, both boys saw the lingering anger in my eyes when the moon shined on the silhouettes of them.

The voices in my head fall silent, they didn't even want to be in the same path of my wrath when I'm this mad.

My heart went out to both boys, I loved Red but my heart fluttered for Bill. What was happening to my heart and to me? But that anger took over that fluttery, loveable feeling. It took over the kindness, gentleness I felt towards the boys. My hands were made into such tight fists, my nails dug deep into my skin. Blood dared to be drawn from my palms, my fingernails dug even deeper as all my anger went into doing it.

I tried to focus on doing that, letting the raw pain take away my anger to calm me down. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm down my nerves as well. Red still dared to tempt to kill or harm Bill, Red scrammed from under Bill, towards the dagger. Bill reacted faster and scurried to the dagger, snatching it in one swing. Bill flew up to his feet as the same time Red did, Bill held the dagger towards Red as he roared. "Stay back!" Red gave a hushed laugh as he spread his arms wide as he said. "You're the one that should have stayed back a long time ago."

Before either one of them could tell what was happening, I picked up both of them off their feet. I pick them up by the back of their shirt collars and rise them above my head, as far as I could because both was taller than me. Their feet were only inches from the ground, but the pure strength that took me to lift them was what terrified them. The anger I tried holding back, rose to the very surface of my being.

I threw them both down hard to the ground, I heard them both gulp and weep a bit as they seen the crazed look in my eye.

A creepy laugh that didn't sound like me came out of me; it echoed through the woods. The voice that sounded just like mine that had been shushing the other voices, spoke up finally, taking over my mind completely. I never in my life thought my voices was powerful enough to control me, but this voice was.

It felt as if I was watching from my brain, watching the things my body did without control. The voice said out loud, it sounded exactly like my voice, there was no difference at all. "You reckless boys, so foolish." The boys stared at me in terror, the terror in their eyes made my heart break. The voice made another forced laugh come out my mouth as it sputtered to them. "See Rice is too sweet and kind to let both of you boy's fight. I say let you both tear each apart till the other bleeds to death. But then sadly, she would finally figure out how to overpower me and take over again. We don't need that to happen."

Bill askes in a daze. "What is happening?" The voice curled my lips into a smile as the voice made my eyes lock onto Bill. "Oh, sweet Bill, I don't know what she finds so interesting about you. Your simply nothing but a blinded fool." Red slowly drags himself to his feet as he spreads out his arms towards me. "Rice, you're having an episode, this is not you but one of your voices." The voice made my eyes dart to Red as the voice forced out a chuckle, it continued to force me to line my lips into a smug grin. "Oh, little boy Red, so cocky and arrogant. You are a sure treat for Rice's heart but in a very different way then Bill."

Red came to a stop as his eyes darted to look into mines, his heart fluttered at the knowledge of that but he continued to not show it.

The voice made my body move like a blur, just how Red did before. The voice forced me to step on the handle of the dagger on the ground, stepping on it in a precious way it flew upwards. The voice made me snatch the dagger in midair as it made me hold it close.

The voice gave another chuckle as it tightens the grip on the dagger handle and spoke from the heart. "Who should I kill first, boys?"

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