Playing God- ORIGINAL

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-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Please Note: This was written from Teresa's P.O.V

P.O.V = Point of View

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My hands were on my face, boredom has struck hard recently.

The cafeteria was a lonely, lonely place. When no one was around to talk to, it was like an asylum. No, an asylum would be better because then there was more noise. More activity. Society just called them crazy because they were different and had no one to talk to. In an asylum you can talk to anyone about anything, and they are all ears too.

That's how here used to be but...

Ethan has been gone for over a week,

Nighty has been in a weird mood. Or, rather, I should say he has been wary towards me.

People have been avoiding eye contact with me ever since Noah's death. They do realize that he had to die, right? They don't just assume I killed him in cold blood, right? It was fate which led to Ethan's survival. All I did, is let it fly.

Oh well, this is what I get for being a hero. It would be soo much better if someone would say something, ANYTHING, personal to me. I am a great gossiper. Well, last time me and Clara gossiped, it didn't end so well, with her eyeing my man and all. Or would it be better to say he was missing an eye when he didn't watch out.

Ethan. Ethan. Just where are you...

"I'm back." The sound came from behind me. Thank god, I sighed to myself.

"ETHAN!" I rushed towards him and clung onto his arm, obviously I couldn't let him out of my sight for a minute. That wouldn't be wise.

"Jesus, you freakin' bitch, get off my arm!" He struggled against my grip, but I was shocked at how he spoke to me. When has he ever spoke to me like that?

"E-E-Ethan?" I whispered as I let go.

"Shoo! Shoo! Can't you tell I don't want you here? Huh!?" I backed away, tears starting to form at my eyes.

"Hey man, we're all a family-"A body flew as Ethan gripped Nighty by the throat.

"Fuck off. What are you, a women's nightie?" He threw Nighty a couple feet before he caught himself.

Me and Nighty exchanged a glance. We may not like eachother but we both knew each other. Plus, from how long we have known Ethan, he would never act like this.

"Ethan, chill out. No need to get violent here." Nighty started to move towards the front of 'Ethan' while I moved behind him.

He seemed to catch on pretty fast as he sneered at the both of us.

"What, you two want to die today or something?" He crouched slightly as his 'wings' rattled.

From what I know from my wings, they aren't supposed to rattle...

Before Nighty could react,I had already spoken.

"Just who are you?" I asked from behind him.

"I am E-"

"Just what the heck is going on here?" the door behind me, Mikael's voice came through.

"What?

Are you planning on killing Ethan too, Teresa?"