Just Another Weird Fanfic...

Chapter 15

I walked into a room and sat down, wondering who was still alive. There was one thing I had on my mind; revenge. I was so sick of it all. I was sick of the way people treated me, and how I was only needed when I was useful, the way people just used me. All of the bullshit that had gone on in this shitty world made me sick. 

As much as I hated to admit it, Bill was... Right. Seeing the world break satisfied a part of me, but it wasn't enough. Until I saw each person who hurt me crushed beneath my own two feet, I wouldn't be fully satisfied. I wanted them dead. And some part of my delusion-filled mind convinced me that this was nice. It was comforting to have someone who just wanted someone to burn the world with them.

  You may be thinking all of this is inhumane, and yes, it definitely is. But it wasn't like any of this would matter anyways. Tons of people were already dead.  There was no hope for anyone, so if anyone was alive, they wouldn't be for much longer. They'd probably show up at these castle doors soon. I couldn't wait to see who it was. I knew that they would survive long enough to know what killed them. 

I brushed a hand through my now light auburn colored hair as I looked for something to do as I waited for my guests to arrive to this hellish castle. My golden eyes scanned the hectic room until they fell upon a book. A journal, to be exact. As I went to grab it, my eyes lit up. It was Journal 3.

  'What a pleasant surprise...' I thought to myself as I flipped through the pages. A faint smile made it's way onto my face. It was nice to see something slightly normal for once. Looking at all the pictures of fearsome monsters and innocent creatures from Gravity Falls just seemed so...normal. It begun to remind me of my own copy of it. It reminded me of...home. My ray of hope was soon snatched right from my pale hands. A hand grabbed me from behind while the other grabbed the book. I sighed. I knew that I wouldn't be getting that book back any time soon. I turned around and gave Bill a death glare, our faces only about an inch apart. He smirked and looked me straight in the eyes.

  "What?" He teased, "I can't have my doll reading the journal of my enemy. It might make you believe that there's hope for this world again, and we can't have that, now can we?"

  I cringed when he said doll, but refrained from showing it upon my face. I hated that man. I hated him with all of my heart. I wished that somehow I could just break him, tear him apart with magic of my own, and watch as everything he loved burned away. But to even attempt that would be foolish... 

  "No, we can't have that." I grimly replied, "What's the point in having hope for this world when I want it to burn as well..."

  He smiled slyly at my comment. I believe he was happy both from the fact that he could tell I was suffering from all of this, but at the same time, he was happy to see me seeking revenge. I could just tell it made his sadistic, little heart full of joy. Sure, he found me to be a decent person to fuck around with, but it doesn't mean he didn't enjoy my pain.

  "That's right." He said as he burned the journal, "and lucky for us, our guests should be here soon. Three of them, in fact. And I know just how to kill one of them..."

 I felt a slight emptiness in my heart as the ashes of the book fluttered to the ground. I glared at him. 

"Burning that damn book wasn't necessary. It doesn't help anything."

"What? Did it actually mean something to you? Since when do your feelings matter?"

  I stood there silently for a second.

  "They don't matter...they never did." I said.

  I turned away to find something to do. Bill still stood there, watching my every move. I knew what he was waiting for. Something screamed at me to just kill him. Stab him already, dammit! You're just as strong as he is, you fucking idiot! Kill him! No, no, NO. When was the last time you had freedom like this?  Are you really going to waste your magic on killing him? After all, he's the only person who actually cares for you now...

I want to go home...

I want to go home...

I--

   "Oh this is just too good!" Bill interrupted, cackling. 

  I stopped. My body twitched as I clenched my teeth together, seething with anger.

   "What is?"

   He didn't answer me.

   "What's your fucking problem, Bill?"

   "I just love seeing you fall apart."

  I could feel his sadistic grin develop onto his face without having to even look at him. I took a deep breath and laughed as well, turning around to face him.

  "I'm not just going to lose to you for the benefit of your happiness. I refuse to. Don't believe for a second that I don't enjoy seeing you struggle to get me to break. "

  I walked up to him and smiled.

  "I can't wait to see the look on your face when I finally get to wrap my fingers around your neck and watch as I deprive your body of oxygen."

  I turned away, my skin pale as paper. What was once fluffy, auburn hair, was now matted to my forehead, dripping with sweat. I shouldn't've said that, but it was well worth it. I avoided eye contact with him as I grabbed what seemed to be Journal 2 with shaking hands. 

  "I'm going to read this." I said, "and if you dare stop me, you won't be all powerful anymore."

  He laughed.

  "You're kidding." He said, "you can't kill me. I can kill you with the snap of my fingers. What makes you think you're that strong?"

  "I don't know, honestly. But I'm willing to find out."

  I then proceeded to sit on the floor and open the journal. Bill rolled his eyes as I flipped through the pages.

  "How pathetic." He muttered, "reading books instead of murdering people. You're so weak."

  I slammed the book shut and looked the demon straight in the eyes.

  "Weak? Weak?! Do you really believe I'm so weak?! I'll show you who's so weak and pathetic after I tear you apart and rip you to shreds, you piss poor excuse for a demon! I'll make sure you never see the light of day again."

   Before I had the chance to strangle Bill, we both heard yelling in another part of the castle.

   "Sounds like our guests are here." He said with a wide smile.

   I shot a death glare towards him as he headed towards the door. He then looked back.

   "Are you coming, or am I going to do this by myself?"