Call Me "Ozzie" | ONC24

The Creation Game

"Let's see, the thing that would suit you the most is a poison ivy."

I get dragged behind Citrine Black or 'Hypnotia' (pft, I still find it funny!) like a marionette.

"Now, the components to make it grow, let me see which I'd like to use," She hums a bit as she looks at the image of an ivy plant on a screen. "Blood, sweat, tears and power. If you're like your brother, of the same mother, you should have the same genetical components."

I grumble, the roots of a plant in my mouth making it impossible to speak.

"What was that, pound puppy?"

The roots pull back and I bite at her as she leans into my face.

"Now, that's not a good doggie."

She brings out a pen and pokes my neck with it and I feel the strange sensation of getting shocked. Yet, thanks to Aqua's training, it only feels like a light numbing of the body. I have tv static all over me, practically.

"That should have done worse, it seems he did everything he could to make sure you were prepared before coming." Headmistress Black snarls. "If I recall, though, that idiot hellhound of Aquamarine should be dead by now."

"Why would he be dead?" I ask.

"The code he would use to tell Angelina he was alright was to send up a flare every month," She smirks. "It's been three years since a flare was last seen."

Angelina - Miss Delight - must've had some sort of relationship with Aqua while he was here. It was clearly knowledge to the public, if everyone including this hoe knows. It's been almost a decade since I last saw him, so this hurts to know from a complete bitch who's trying to kill me.

"What's wrong? Bite your tongue too hard you can't talk, or did you realize what your true purpose is?"

"What fucking purpose?!" I demand.

"What's written on fucking Wikipedia, idiot." The woman looks at me like I'm a lost cause.

"You do know that Wikipedia is the most unreliable source of information on the damned internet, right?" I look at her. "That whole information on hellhounds is wrong."

Well, maybe not all of it, but some parts are. Purpose? She must be talking about how we're supposed to be servants of Hell, their rulers and most prominently Hades. No, we're fucking not. We do as humans do; we change loyalties when it suits us, we change moral when it suits us, we kill when it suits us, we do anything and everything when it suits us.

"We're just like you humans," I frown. "As unloyal and immoral when it benefits us. We only do as we deem fit if it will help us in that instant."

The same way Aqua did to benefit me, the same way I've done to benefit myself. We are loyal only to ourselves and our pack and our family above all else.

"Remember that I'm not human, so talk to these idiots." She points to her enslaved staff members. "And as for your TedTalk, I appreciate the new knowledge you've given me."

"You're welcome," I say sarcastically. "Now, tighten these bonds, yeah? I kinda got into it."

She lets them go and I see she'll do the opposite if she thinks I'm enjoying it.

Pity, I really was kinda enjoying the bondage.

"Alright, sit here."

"You expect me to do as you say?"

At that moment, a blood curling scream is heard along with some loud, low and dangerous growling and the scent of blood.

"It seems Jazmine is enjoying her Creation Game."