We need to talk about Kevin (Kevin Khatchadourian/Ezra Miller; SHORT STORIES)

Gods and Monsters pt.1

Quick Note: Gods and Monsters will be long chapters, and I'll be posting every part to it before moving onto another one 🙂🙂 hope u guys enjoy~

"We all have a Monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind." ― Douglas Preston, The Monster of Florence.

They say that heroes were either born or made. Villains were the same too- burglars, rapists murderers. But for Sophie Iver she didn't know how or when she started having these urges- violent urges. It was a muddled mess, the long line of growing up transformed into blurred zigzags causing her own self not to know where it started or where it would end but what she only knew was that it was just as it was and she couldn't do anything to change it.

Her therapist said that it due to her stressful and traumatic childhood, but Sophie knew better. Her psychotic tendencies weren't brought out when her father died when she was young or when her mother became a drunkard a year later- no she already had those urges when she was born. Sophie had a short temper, an extreme anger issue and a great inner desire to slit a person's throat when people pushed her too her limits.
She guessed that it was an already innate instinct within her to find the pleasure and joy when she sees other people getting hurt, but then again she also found happiness when she was the one suffocating in the deep depths of darkness. So when he entered her life, there wasn't any way to stop the inevitable.

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It didn't begin with him- goodness no- but he brought them out, the impulses that she had. Kevin Khatchadourian. That was him and everyone in this school knew him as a freak, much like her. If a person would ask around about him, all they would say was that he was a dangerous person and he should be left alone in his own wall of solitude that he built up around himself. Much like him, people would say the same about her but instead of being seen as dangerous, she was seen as an oddity with her stormy gray eyes, pale skin and ghost like hair- everyone steered clear of her and called her the Ice Queen.

Now they weren't the only misfits in the school, there were countless others and much like their kind both of them were alone in their own world with no one giving a damn about them at all. But aside from that fact, it began today- the cataclysmic beginning of the unavoidable.

"Mr. Khatchadourian. How nice of you to join my class." Mrs. Wright, a woman in her mid forties stated, as Kevin entered his home economics class which was his elective due to the fact that it was either this or creative writing and personally he was not the type of person who writes his feelings on paper. "Well go on sit on the only available chair."

She motioned to an open seat next to Sophie Iver, an outcast like him who held a blank expression at the sight of him while he held his signature glare as he quietly took up the space next to her. The both of them sitting in a single counter with only two chairs, which meant they would be cooking today and that the both of them were partners.

Sophie liked cooking, it was a great distraction and a soothing therapy for her whenever she would get an urge to stab someone in the eye. Everyone in their school knew of her great affinity in culinary arts, much like how they knew of Kevin's amazing talent in archery. Even he was aware of her talents and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be doing much in this class hour at all.

They would be making cupcakes today, simple strawberry cupcakes with cream cheese frosting which were her mom's favorites before the elder woman became a deteriorating human being. It brought out unpleasant memories in her mind, but she memorized the recipe by heart- she knew every little measurement that the cupcake needed so she carried on with her task.

"Do you need any help?" Kevin surprisingly asked her. It was against his nature sure and everyone knew that he was a handsome boy, but he was a douche a complete and utter douche- that wants nothing else but to annoy other people until they were seething with rage.

"Would you actually help if I said yes?" She retorted back as she watched the food coloring dissolve in the mixture making it coated with a strange hue of blood red. He noticed it, how her eyes sparkled when she saw the color and suddenly he was fascinated. "What do you need?"

Surprisingly she assigned him tasks, easy ones, but she managed to talk to him without stuttering out nervousness much like his other schoolmates. He created the strawberry purée until it had a blood red hue, which strangely not only pleased him but also her.

When the cupcakes came out of the oven, she was the one that cooled them off and frosted them with ease and accuracy. She was in her element that much he could see and his eyes could only watch Sophie when she started to cut strawberries in half as a topping.

Behind them he could here the whispers and snickers from two girls behind them who sat lazily in front of their finished cupcakes. In Sophie's opinion their cupcakes were dry and the icing they prepared was clearly grainy, and she already knew that just by looking at the sweet treats. This showed how much she was used to baking, but frankly aside from those facts she really didn't give a damn about what was happening around her.

"Look at the Ice Queen and her new king don't they make quite a pair?" She heard Mindy, one of the popular girls, stated in a volume that was obviously meant for her to hear.

"Hey, I hear her mom's back to drinking again." Grace, one of her friends said with a snicker at the end of her sentence. Now Sophie wasn't a person easily angered by petty little conversations, but she loathed people who talked about her loved ones in such a mean and rude way. It was true, what they were saying about her mom but it didn't lessen the fact that Sophie wanted to take the knife that she was holding and stab it at both their throats.

Her grip tightened on the handle as she chopped the strawberries faster now, Kevin wondered if she would accidentally cut her fingers in her haze of anger- but she didn't. Sophie was an expert with a knife and used them with such a form of precision, so it wasn't a strange occurrence for her when her knuckles started to turn white with her strong grip.

Anger, rage and frustration that was all she knew and all she felt, then suddenly she heard it- the final nail in the coffin. "Back to drinking? When did she even stop?"

With the hand that held the knife, she stabbed the last strawberry on the chopping board with brute strength causing a sound to emanate around them. People near their counter stopped to look but then went back to their usual business when they saw that it was only the Ice Queen.

Kevin didn't move an inch- didn't even flinch- but instead he had an amused glint in his eyes. "Finish this off will you." Her voice laced with an icy tone said as she got down from her seat and left the room with haste.

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