So that's it.
The dread doctors are dead.
Well, ha, not all of them.
My creators are indestructible.
You see, the past couple of days, I've felt nothing but power. I walk through the school halls, everyone panics. It's so fun to see them all scurry into shadows like rats. I keep thinking to myself,
this is how Stiles felt.
Feels good.
I smile sweetly, no, fakily, at my "friends" in the halls. They seemed scared as well. I pass by Liam and Hayden, more hatred rising in my stomach at them and their happy ever after. It's funny as soon as you have power, people leave you. Leave. You. There to rot.
Well the only person that's going to rot is him.
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School is over now. I'm glad. As the teens leave, rushing to be free from this prison with books, I stay here. I like it here. It's so....spacey, after the final bell has rung. Though, I am not here alone. No, I think Scott and his pack wants to chitchat.
"What are you doing here, Grace." Scott asks from the other end of the hallway. I scoff. He can't possibly be asking that, can he?
"Well, I am-was-a student here, right? People will grow in suspicion if they notice I randomly disappear." I raise one eyebrow, stepping a little closer to the pack, all in a line, locker to locker.
"Grace, you don't know what you're doing. You're void." Stiles starts to say, just as the last word hits his lips, I exclaim,
"Void?!?! You mean...powerful. I'm powerful. Aw, if anyone should know, it should be you, a stiles, being once powerful yourself." I spit with mockery and tease. Stiles steps back a little, licking his lips. I start to scream,
"YOU SEE?! IM IN CONTROL. CONTROL. BECAUSE I AM BIGGER THAN MY BODY, COLDER THAN THIS HOME, IM MEANER THAN MY DEMONS, IM STRONGER THAN THESE BONES." I can feel the darkness stirring inside me, rising, spewing out of my mouth and eyes.
"They say you become what you are," I laugh in a menacing way, rubbing my chin. I stop in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed. I scoff and then walk straight up to Scott, centimeters apart. I whisper,
"I guess I'm a fox. You know what they say about foxes?" This time, Stiles answers as Scott gives me the werewolf glare.
"Never trust them." He looks mad. I smile at Stiles, cocking my head. I then look at Scott, replying to Stiles, but stare at Scott,
"Exactly. Control means power, power means trust. Control. Power. Trust." And just like that, I'm out of the building.
Control.
Power.
Trust.
