I am not EVIL, I just lost control

Chapter 33

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Malik turned his face away from me he was convoluting violently on the ground but he never screamed. But I did scream "pleeeease" I begged

"I'm telling the truth. I can't change them back to brown. The wings and the eyes came with my powers and I'm like this ever since" I was breathing hard matching Malik panting.

"Who is he?" he asked

"My body guard" he looked skeptical "We become friends" I hurried explained.

I hate this. I hate being helpless.

"I will take some blood" he told me

The 25 year old guy walked to my cell with his gun and opens the door.

The lab coat guy walked in with his box followed by the 25 year old.

The cold gun was aimed to my temple. The lab coat guy sat in front of me and pulled a needle and tubes. I hate needles. He bulled my arm and I felt my eyes start to go completely red so I closed them.

While he stuck the needle to my arm I felt the floor tremble a little and a small breeze blow to my face not enough to be notice unless you know what is happening.

Aha, not so helpless after all.

He finished taking three blood vials. And he was finished becouse he was closing the box. I changed my eyes to their normal red before opining them.

He was looking at one of the vials in fascination. The Creep.

They all left the room except for Mike acting as a guard.

Malik is still attached to these wires. "Are you ok?" I whispered.

But he didn't answer and I freaked out.

I scrambled to my feet and ran to the bars superstring us.

"He is not dead. He is still breathing" Mike said amused. The bastard.

I looked closely and he was indeed still breathing.

I sat on the floor watching Malik with my back to Mike. I need to act fast.

A plan was forming in my head when Mike said in an amused voice

"I would kill him first. Not a shot to the head. Noooo. It's too fast" he was talking to himself but he wanted me to hear

"And I will do it in front of you" he continued.

Calm down. I said to myself. My only chance of getting out is by sticking to the plan.

I started coughing and clearing my throat for a while. Then I stood up and walked to the other side and stopped in front of the bars facing Mike.

"Can I have some water" I coughed again. Even my voice came raspy from all the screaming and coughing. Mike stared at me trying to see if it was a trick.

It worked because he walked to the table. He poured water into a plastic cup. Apparently they don't trust us with glass.

He walked to me and offers me the cup.

"I can't touch the bars. They hurt" They should give me an Oscar. I was that good in acting scared.

He slipped his hands through the bars offering the cup. I took the cup but before he could pull back I held his wrist with my other hand. He was too shock to act which gave me enough time to act.

eyes turned completely red.

I can feel my instinct taking over. Something primal, wild and dangerous. I lost control.

The fire stone is not blocking my control of the water in my hand. I made the water float in front of his face. The problem now is if the water cross the bars I will loss control. So while Mike is too shock and scared to act I slummed his face to the bars by pull at his arm hard.

He gasped and I used the opportunity to slip the water through his mouth to his lungs. His eyes bulged and he clutched his throat but too late.

I'm here killing a friend or at least someone I thought was a friend, but I couldn't bring myself to be compassion.

Still holding his wrist I said "Drowning is a slow scary way to die" I smirked

I should be horrified, I'm killing a guy and I felt myself smirking. I was doing it but it wasn't really me doing it. I was caged in my own mind.

Not being able to feel or do the things I should. My instinct was feeling and doing things for me.

When you loss control of your body it is bad but when you loss control of your feelings it's a whole different level. I can't even FEEL scared.

I watched Mike gargle for a few minutes while holding his hand.

He fell limp to the ground and I crouched down next to him. I reached my arm between the bars burning my flesh from both sides. I felt the pain but didn't flinch.

I took the keys from his pockets and I walked to the cell door and opened it.

Before I walked out I took one last look at Malik and decided to kill the bastard first since he is still unconscious. The more LOGICAL choice. What the hell I'm thinking?