They drag me out of the truck and throw me into a room. The windows covered with bars and the walls are soft. Some type of foam I suppose. I feel like this is the room for mentally unstable criminals. A guard stops at my cell door and slides open the small door at the top of the door. I never really learned the real name for what they're called, but I honestly don't care. "Amara, we mean you no harm. We just want to know what's going on with you," He said to me. I looked at my shoeless feet and shook my head. I don't get why they had to take my shoes. I sit on the bed to avoid the cold stone floor and ten guards with guns enter the room. The door is shut behind them, ten people alone in a room with me. I wonder who will win this.
Only one of the men are actually brave enough to walk up to me. "Amara, I'm sorry to say. It's only best that we kill you. We can't guarantee anyone's safety." I look up, the dark circles under my eyes say it all. "Oh sure. You think that's going to happen?" I stand up and all guns are pointed directly at me. I throw them off by looking at the wall. I lift my hand and glass is sprayed across the room before they could even shoot. Most of them were screaming in pain and falling to their knees while clutching the areas they got hit. Some went to the door banging and someone finally opened it. I send mirror shards into their skulls and they fell motionless. I walk down the hallway of cells and no one dares to stand in my way. "All guards and police please report to section 23, there has been an escape," a voice on the intercom said repeatedly. I look up to a sign in the hallway I was walking in. 23. I laugh. I walk into a staff bathroom and go through the mirror. I turn around to project the prison and it turns out I made it out just in time. Many guards pile into that room, I can't even count. I force my emotionless body to fall onto the old couch in the living room. Doing this alone will be hard. It's all my fault that my Devil is dead. What does that make me? Am I the new Devil? The thought pleases me, but also disturbs. I will rule everything and everyone. I'll do what Mr. Dee never had the chance to do. I know it's what he wanted. I'll just have to do it for him. I will be the new Devil, if that's what the citizens wish.
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Through The Mirror
HorrorAmara, a 16 year old girl that never belonged anywhere. Everyone calls her a loner. She doesn't care about what people think of her, she is who she is. The only friend she's ever had was Sarah back when she was seven. Sarah was a spiritual friend, o...
