White Noise (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4: Destroyed

The girl flying ahead of me, pulling me along with her, makes me curious.

It doesn't seem like she is following any sort of rules put towards the "Black Robe Society," if that's even a thing.

That's what I have been calling them in my head. It's all they give me.

She looks back at me for a moment, and I can imagine I look dazed. It's how I feel. But there's another emotion trying to fill me.

I could pull her back and kill her. Step on her midnight cloak and watch her trip and fall. Imagine her blonde hair sticky with blood. Kick her once she's fallen and continue until she begs for mercy.

And don't stop. Never stop.

Make them pay.

It's the feeling of darkness.

As much as I try to push it away, it keeps reocurring. Like destiny, it's something I'm not able to escape.

Give up, the voices say. Give up, and you'll feel better. You don't have to hold up your wall any longer.

For the third time, I give in. I feel the rush of power, the rush of heat slide into my limbs. Relief, that's what you call that, right?

I stop running behind her, confidence swelling in me. I know exactly what I'm going to do. And, of course, it won't be pretty.

I dig my heels in, the walls and motion around me stopping, as if I had paused something from a movie. Everything is frozen.

She turns, and while I can't see her expression, she looks confused. I use this to my advantage.

I pull her towards me, and her body tumbles forward, not ready for the force I used. I latch onto her arm with my right hand, the one that had been free.

"Stop," she trembles. This just fuels my anger even more.

I smirk. Foolish girl, thinking I would give her a chance. She deserves this. I am doing her a favor. The only chance I'm giving her is the chance to clear her darkened name. Whatever it might be.

I fall forward, pushing her down with me. I use her as a cushion, and I can hear the breath leave her lungs as I fall on top of her. I sit on the stranger, having her face me. I want her to see my expression when I kill her. I'll enjoy every moment of it.

Her eyes are closed, and she inhales deeply, coughing up a sputtering of scarlet. "I-I was trying-g to help-p y-you," she chokes, blood drying on the crusts of her mouth.

"No one could ever help me," I say through gritted teeth, my voice strong and clear. She doesn't fight me anymore, but I want her to. I want to feel someone try to defeat me. "And if they did, it would be a trap."

The strange girl moans in pain. I almost chuckle. I could do so much worse to her.

"Y-you need-d to t-trust me," she exhales in one breath. I must have cracked a rib or two or a few.

"It's not like me to trust anyone," I reply without hesitation. I don't even consider her words. She wears a black cape and won't show me her whole face. I stand up quickly and pick her up. Well, more like drag her. She is surprisingly heavy, but I carry her as if she were light as a feather. My demons also bring strength to a battle.

I thrust her against the concrete walls that line the hallway, hard. Her body doubles over, but I shove her upright. "Why did you come get me?" I shout.

"Shhh," she mumbles through bloodied teeth. I hadn't even punched her, and she already seems so weak.

Maybe I really am a monster, and I just appear human?