(OLD) Forever Desires

Chapter Sixteen

Sixteen

It seemed everyone I met was evil in some sort of demented way.

I was an evil magnet.... Only attracting untrustworthy villains that could tear me to shreds. Alluring the worse kind of attention possible. My team was expecting me to literally expecting me to tear the whole place down with no sign of existence. I didn't.

Hatefully, I spun on my heel and pressed my hands against the doors. "Think about it bitch," I snarled at The Born. "think about my words, because I swear one day I'll tear you down along with this stupid fucking game that people find pleasurable! " An echo of Sail's chair was sent flying through the room as my stupid shoes — which were keeping my feet covered in blood — smashed against the delicate marble.

Planning to plot my revenge was going to take forever; since my dear wanting to make his death horrible and gruesome was a firm yes — no matter what.

Continuing out of the door I could hear a metal latch click, causing the world to shake and the dim sunset being locked out by a freezing metal.  My body stiffened, feeling the claws of a robot pin me down and gentle cyborg hands cup my chin with a terrifying lifeless smirk. The lifeless orange pools stared at me, no emotion to be seen, the thin metal body that creaked every time it threatened to move, the hands continuing to tighten — forcing my jaw to nearly crash — brought blood to my lips. I curled my fists into the thin, velvet carpet, dragging myself upwards, yet only to feel the impact smash chest as the claws dug deeply in my back and stabbed me against the carpet. Unarmed, overly pissed and more than sick of this game, I rip the hand from my jaw and twist it back, causing sparks to fly. My back heaved forward, arching as if it were a bridge as I yanked myself backwards and tore the claws from my back. They retreated with blood, flesh and clothing, then scatter across the carpet. Awaking to the pure darkness, my heart in a blood wanting mood and my eyes barely even squinting through the darkness.

Perfect kill mode.

Thrashing around the large estate, then attempting to kick the wooden door down — like I had saw as we were passing a house with their television running unsupervised — to much of my dismay, the unfortunate came, and the door was just violently smashed against the wall. Heads were swung towards me, like owls with large hungry eyes and a death grin spreading across their lips, my heart thumped as I took a shaky step forward. My hands dripping with a disgusting hot liquid — that could probably burn my own flesh off — set on the violet tablecloth. I raveled the cloth towards my laced fingers and let my death glare travel across the table then smash against Ocean's vivid blue hair — in fail to reach his darken sea eyes.

"You have an adorable temper, you know." Ocean smirked, a smug look washing over his face. My jaw tightened as I yanked the cloth towards my chest. Soups splashing, meats rolling and bread bouncing. The Bornettes screeched in terror, fearing their dresses would be spoilt in gravy and the most amazing, delicious sunset shaded soup known to man that had been sprinkled with fresh smelling herbs. "Seriously, you might want to —"

"You fucking bastard!" I shouted at him spitefully; in a low, loathing voice. My knees digging into the sopping cloth, my fingertips twisting as I quickly crawled across the table and setting my fingers to rest against his neck. The blinding glare of his blue eyes, shunned me as I tried to poke some blood. He blocked. Twisting my wrist backwards, shifting the bone uncomfortably, sent agonizing pain flourishing over my bones. I raised my leg and swung my foot against Ocean's chest, causing him to tumble to the floor, my wrist being freed, but my body also taking the hard impact. Collapsing violently against each other was not only disturbing, but sending the wrong signals.

Ocean smirked and let his mouth form into words, on reflex, I sent my hand flying then smashing against his slightly raw lips. "Say another word and I'll tear your throat out," I seethed and let my glare imprinted on his forehead, failing to locate his closed vivid eyes. Lifting my hand I could feel my head being thrown against the sharp edge of the table. Biting my lip to pull my pain back, Ocean quickly reached for a knife that had magically been untouched and spared during our crash to the soft velvet. It was too obvious. I swung my leg around his waist and pulled him down, my fingers stretching for the sharpened blade, were retreated as a nail was wedged up my flesh. "What the fuck!" My heart rushing in anger as hatred, I dug the tips of my stiff nails in Ocean's jaw line, feeling the blood streak my fingers in the darkness.