Chapter 4
James' POV
The chaos was maddening as I gazed down over the puny road that lay underneath me. How did he know about my past? Shaking, my fist made contact with the wall and I realised that this place needed remodelling. I urged myself to prevail my destruction. Rico didn't want to. For hours I crashed and destroyed the shelter I once called home.
Charlotte's POV
I awoke to the sound of laughter and crashes. Whilst my mind was awake my body wasn't. I ended up face planting the floor. Oomph. My nose ached like hell. Yes a tingle. Surely my arm felt alive as pins and needled spread through my body. How I loved pins and needles!
My legs crouched underneath me and I stood not caring about the broken glass or rubble beneath my feet. My dirty blonde hair whipped around in the wind slashing across my face. I didn't mind. My muscular arms hidden beneath my leather jacket with sandy orange sleeves. Searching, my eyes glazed the surrounding area out of my window their grass green colour pierced through each building. CRASH!
Without hesitation I dashed toward my bedroom. I flung myself against the wall; ending up on the floor. Jammed.
Shit.
Striding, I reversed. I ran toward the door and jumped planting both feet on the door catapulting it off its frame. James stood in the centre; a jagged piece of glass grasped in his hand.
"James! What's happening?!" He looked at me blankly. His head tilted to the side like a lopsided doll. A wide grin appeared on his face. He neared. He inclined his head down toward his arm. A glass shard glinted in his hand. He smiled at me.
"James p-please...don't...remember who you are" I pleaded. His hands were different. One in a fist the other grasping the shard. He crept closer to me, making me back against the wall. The door about 10meters stood open beckoning me toward it. My powers
"USE YOUR POWERS!" the voice in my head shrieked. I considered. Then I remembered his hurt confused face when I earlier used them. Tears brimmed over.
No.
I wouldn't. I loved him to much.
James' POV
"NOOO! please Rico! don't I love her!" I thrashed trying to break the chains that held me down under him. He replied in my mind.
"Too late you've been keeping me locked deep down for too long, time I came out a played...." the knife was gripped in his our hand. I edged nearer.
"Rico please leave"
"No I want you to be there when I kill her. When the knife runs across her stomachs slicing her body ripping her perfection. And when I'm done I will leave you with the knife in YOUR hands looking down at what you have done"
"NOOOOO!" All of a sudden, Charlotte sprinted for the door. Instantly I grabbed her hand.
"No don't do this Rico." I screamed in my head.
"Too late" he replied coldly as the blade was plunged right into her arm. She screamed arching her back in agony. I slashed the blade right down her arm leaving a torn, meaty mess. Tears ran down her face as I backed off fighting Rico. She cradle led her arm. She was too slow. My hand again whipped her face slashing her top right half. Yes that would definitely leave a scar. Rico chuckled.
"You son of a bitch!" I screamed pulling both our hands to our head yanking him away from her. She looked confused but agony soon creeped up toward her face. With her free arm she ripped her dress wrapping her wound in it. By the time she had tied it the cloth was already caked in blood. She looked at me. My hands grasped my face as I tried to tear Rico from her. She looked at the door and bolted for it not bothering to close it as she went. I heard her searching the draws. I saw her back out the door facing me. A knife in her hand.
"You follow me, your dead" she whispered. And ran waterfalls leaked from her eyes. Rico left; his sub consciousness disintegrated leaving me with Charlottes blood on my hands...
