Stitches | Twisted Wonderland

ⅪI | 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

Hello. I'm back. Well kinda not really.

───── ❝ 𝐙𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐙𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐲! 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲! :𝐃 ❞ ─────

"A freak like you doesn't deserve to be here!"

There was a deafening silence all across the field. Many couldn't even comprehend that the dorm leader Rosehearts would say such a thing about another student even if they were a part of a different dorm. Many were curious to see what the blue-eyed boy would say in retaliation. But nothing. Not a single peep came from Elima. All he did was give a blank stare. There was no present anger on his face, not even annoyance. It was just empty. Eerily empty. Riddle huffed, as if his outburst took out all the air in his lungs. His face was slightly red, presumably from anger. His gaze was set on the stands, on Elima, as if waiting for the male to say or do anything. Elima sighed. "You know what..." Elima chuckled with a carefree shrug, "I'm not even going to stop her." 

Before anyone could ask what Elima meant by that, a strong impact hit Riddle and sent him practically soaring back. Riddle bounced off the ground once or twice before skidding across the grass before he came to a stop. He sat up, shaking his head to get rid of the dizziness. Riddle's eyes met with [Name]'s angered ones. "You hit me." He muttered. He looked at her and realized there was a bit of red on her knuckles. Then, he realized the blooming pain and something dripping down his face. He brought his hand up to cup his face and pulled back to see a small stream of crimson liquid on his gloves. His eyes seemed to widen even more. "You broke my nose!"

[Name] glared at him. "You're lucky if that's all I break. You've been here for how long? A year? And yet no one here has the balls to tell you out of line. But guess what? I will." Riddle looked at [Name] confused and shocked.
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"You grow up with a controlling helicopter mom. Tough shit. It's not their fault you became a tyrant. Yes, they influenced your life, they're your parents, but that doesn't give you a pass. And as much as you act like it, you are not them. You're a mindless extension of them. Trying to be like them and following orders like some mindless puppet. You're like a baby, too stupid to even think or act for yourself." 

Riddle's eyebrows furrowed, "Baby? Did you just call me a baby?!" A scowl formed on his face, "You don't know anything about me! You don't know anything about anything!"
"You don't either and yet you were talking all that shit about me and Elima earlier. You're not used to others talking back, are you? Don't worry, you don't need to answer. You're shit attitude tells me all I need to know." With a scowl, Riddle spat out,
"And what's that? What could you possibly know about me."
"That you are nothing more than a spoiled brat."

If possible, Riddle's scowl seemed to deepen. "Shut up. Shut up shut up shut UP!" the male shouted, gripping his magic pen tighter. "By mother was always right. So that means I'm right too!" Feeling as though this had gotten out of hand, Trey took a few steps forward.
"Riddle, calm down. The duel is already over."
Mr. Clover is right, Roseheart," Crowley said, crossing his arms. "This challenge has been deemed invalid due to physical violence and outside interference. If you do not cease your conflict now, I will have to write you up for breaking the rules."

Riddle's eyes trailed over to them briefly. He went to say something, only to pause when something hit the side of his head. It fell to the ground with a soft splat and left behind a trail of goop that no doubt stained parts of Riddle's uniform. Everyone--minus[Name] and Elima who could care less--was appalled. "An...an egg?" Trey questioned. Riddle wiped bits of the yolk from his face and hair. He turned to the crowd.
"Who did it? Who threw the egg?" He questioned the crowd only to receive silence. Then, Riddle smiled. Then, he laughed--sounding a mix of amusement and very poorly hidden anger. "Fine then. Since the guilty party won't come and confess, judgment shall be served upon all of you." Riddle waved his magic pen around, the gem glowing a familiar light only not as bright. "Off with your heads!" With that, everyone--minus Crowley--was collared with Riddle's signature spell. Students began to panic, grasping their necks where the collar clasped firmly around their necks. "See that? Now not a single one of you can do anything against me. Can't you see? My strict adherence is the only correct path."