"Ooh nooo!" I cried out sarcastically. "Don't make m-me shoot you" she said. I laughed at her stupidity. "Excuse me?" I asked with a glare. "Ma'am! Don't m-make me s-s-shoot you ma'am!" Her eyes began to get glossy. "Awh, are you gonna cry? Too bad, bitch." I snapped. I used my telekinesis to launch her gun out of her hands, and she let out a scream. I ran over to her, at my top speed, which is fast enough that it's hard to see me. I stood facing her, invading her personal space. "Scream as loud as you want, honey. Scream at the top of your weak little lungs. Strain them out. I don't care." I said, shoving her into her own dungeon cell.
So that was where I practiced, every single day. Every couple days I'd grab another toy, just since I didn't realize how fragile humans really are. I loved it. The bloodcurdling screams, the warm, pooling blood, their tortured souls, those tasted great too. It only took me a month to master it all, and half if it was building up my magic endurance. The reason I passed out before seems to be that I pushed myself to far, I have to keep that from happening again. Occasionally, my mother would come down, and ask what I was doing. "Just hungry" I'd say with a glare. Sometimes she would see me upstairs, usually I'd glare at her. I've now mastered this oh so powerful skill I've discovered.
I walked to my mother's office, or whatever she calls that place. I looked her dead in the eye, glaring deeply. She knew what I wanted, she could see it in my eyes, even through the glare I give her so very often. I clenched a fist, and used my telekinesis to throw her desk out of the way with my free hand. She walled up to me and looked me in the eyes, "You can't beat me, Tanessa." She said, chuckling a bit. "You seem a bit cocky for someone who was impressed by my large amount of power as a fledgling." I said, smirking. She threw a punch to my face.
