The gym doors swing open, and the principal bursts in, wild-eyed and frantic. "Everyone, listen! We need to remain calm! Stay together!" His voice trembles, and I can see the desperation etched into his features. It's delicious, the way the authority figures are losing control. They think they can contain the situation, but I know better. I can feel the tension, the palpable fear that seeps into every corner of the room, and it fuels me.
I glance at my peers, their faces pale and terrified, eyes darting to the windows, expecting devastation at any moment. They have no idea what's really happening. I could tell them, but why ruin the fun? I want to watch them squirm a little longer, let their imaginations run wild with the horrors that might unfold. I want to be the puppet master in this twisted play, pulling strings and watching the chaos ensue.
The principal gathers everyone closer, but his words become a blur as my mind wanders back to the moments leading up to this catastrophe. I had used my connections, my genius, to craft the perfect diversion. I remember speaking in hushed tones to the few trusted individuals who shared my dark vision, convincing them that this was the only way to bring about change—a violent wake-up call to a complacent society.
Every step of the plan had been calculated, the fallout meticulously anticipated. I watched from the shadows as my creations were deployed, each explosion a reminder of my brilliance. I reveled in the destruction, the terror I could evoke with just a thought, a flick of my wrist. Now, I stand on the precipice of my design, watching as the world I engineered begins to crumble around me.
In the chaos of the gym, I can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. The fear that envelops my classmates is intoxicating. They're like lambs in a slaughterhouse, oblivious to the predator among them. As they cling to each other, whispering frantically about escape plans and safe havens, I'm struck by how naive they are. They think they can run from what's coming. They think they can hide.
You're all scared, aren't you? But what are you really afraid of? Death? Or the fact that you're not in control?
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Clockwork Minds
Misterio / SuspensoElmara is not your ordinary prodigy. Sharp as a blade and colder than steel, she is a genius in engineering, machinery, and every deadly art of self-defense. Her hatred for humanity is only matched by her love for destruction, and when a brutal assa...
