Inner Demons✔

Chapter 10

During breakfast, Wes, Declan, and Lucas were able to sit at our table again. None of us could hide our smiles or excitement when Ms. Pierce announced to the entire Landry's population that we would be having our first ever movie night in the field after dinner. So far it had been a great start to the day. After the bell, we all headed to the classroom in the basement. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone would say anything about us going into an off-limits area or missing classes. Ms. Pierce probably had it covered though.

Even in the dim light of the room, I could make out a TV sitting on a rolling cart in the corner. As Ms. Pierce entered the room, Mr. B moved the cart to the center in front of the dry erase board.

"Do we get our own special viewing of tonight's movie?" Lucas asked.

Ms. Pierce gave a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Afraid not, Lucas, we need to find out what abilities lay inside each of you."

Lucas raised his brows.

"Well, maybe not you and Ms. White."

She grabbed a remote from the cart and pressed a button. The TV came to life and the first thing I saw was an image of Wes on the screen. He had a black t-shirt that fit snug around his firm torso, with faded jeans that were ripped at the knees, and a flat bill hat that sat backward on his head covering up his dark brown hair. It looked like the image was paused with him in mid-run in the middle of what appeared to be a gas station parking lot. The screen was fuzzy but even so, I could still make out a hint of red in his eyes.

"What the fuck!" Wes yelled jumping out of his chair, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Ms. Pierce seemed prepared for it though, cause she didn't flinch or blink at his outburst.

"I told you all that in cases of duress or stress your abilities may reveal themselves. Maybe by having you watch the videos of your demonic switches flipping, we can help move that along. Maybe even get a glimpse at something that could hint at your abilities."

Wes nodded in agreement but the tension never left his body as he slowly sat back in his seat. The muscle in his jaw was steady ticking and all I wanted to do was reach out to him. Hold his hand, maybe even wrap my arm around him. Though the look on his face said he might not want to be touched, not by anyone, and not by me. Instead, I turned my attention back to the television just as Ms. Pierce hit the play button.

The screen came to life with the image of Wes. He ran through the parking lot, pass four empty gas pumps. I hadn't noticed at first, with my eyes glued on Wes, but it was clear now that he was chasing someone. A skinny man in his, maybe, mid-forties, with gray thinning hair was running ahead of him. At one point he trips over his own feet and hits the ground. He gets back to his feet quickly but while doing so a gun falls out of his pants. He looked like he was running fast, but Wes was faster. The man was at the edge of the screen, almost out of the camera's line of sight when Wes jumped on top of him. I could no longer see the mans face, only his legs, with Wes on top of him. If one didn't know any better they might think Wes was trying to help him. But I could tell from the strain of muscles in his arms that were stretched towards the man's neck that that was not the case. That along with the look on this Wes's face.

Wes, my Wes, was sitting only a few feet away. His brows scrunched together and mouth clamped shut. He was pissed, obviously, but not nearly as pissed as the Wes on the TV. TV Wes's face was so distorted with anger I could hardly recognize him. Plus there was that tint of red still in his eyes.

The man that laid underneath Wes was kicking his legs and reaching to pull and scratch at his arms. It only took a few moments for his legs to stop kicking and his hands to fall to the ground. It was then that a cop car pulled into the parking lot. The cops jumped out of their cruiser and immediately pointed their guns at Wes, yelling words at him that the camera could not pick up. Scary Wes stood up and turned to face them, his back to the camera. I was on the edge of my chair afraid he would go after them next. Instead, his body fell to the ground, right next to the dead man. Ms. Pierce stopped the video there.