𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒, ꜱʙɢ

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A loud, reverberating crash resounded throughout the hallway, a disgusting squelching noise invading everyone's ears as the gigantic phantom landed in the hallway behind them, letting out a roar only Dom and Ash were fortunate enough to hear.

Dominique screamed.

And she looked pissed.

"I hate you." She whispered to herself, swaying slightly as the group behind her screamed for her to run, desperately trying to break Dominique from her trance.

 "I hate you." She whispered again, repeating it like mantra under her breath as she looked toward the tiled floor of the school, seemingly unbothered by the thumping of rounding footsteps of the grotesque monster rapidly approaching her.

"I hate you." Her body seemed to glow; unlike anything the group had seen before. Dominique's staff reacted in his hand, the teeth glowing a bright white, pulsing with energy as it reacted to Dominique. The group took a step back, watching in awe as Dominique's body seemed to spark with black and white, crackling electricity.

The sparks seemed to travel from her stomach, running over her arms and up her hands, gathering around her figure as she huffed lightly. 

Ashlyn took a step forward, ready to run and grab Dominique in a last-ditch effort to see her safe – to get her out of this mess, away from the giant phantom running towards her seemingly weakened form.

As Ash parted her lips to call to her, her hair stood on end, a ringing invading her ears and senses as the group watched Dominique stand to her height, staring up at the monster millimetres away from her body as it raised its arm, ready to destroy Dominique where she stood.

"I fucking hate you!"