The Most Powerful (The Unforgiven)

Chapter 20 (Electric Heart)

I slowly came out of my daze, feeling the pounding headache of Ethan's destruction. After the memory washed back, I jolted upward from my sleep, gasping for whatever was yet to come. But an even bigger pain (Hazel) clunked into my head.

I looked around rapidly, seeing the members of my group scattered on a queen sized bed beside me. They all looked fearful, yet somewhat hopeless.

"Where is he?" I gulped, looking around the room. I went to get out of the bed, but Coleman yanked me back, ramming into the others.

"There's an invisible barrier, and it's electric," Coleman pointed out, everyone keeping away from the edges.

"I'm sorry," I squeaked slightly, my body shaky from the fear of my pride now falling down. My barriers that I built over the years were slightly crumbling, and I knew it was only going to get worse.

"For what?" Leah spoke softly, as though trying to soothe over the heart-wrenching moment.

"For Ethan. Everything, it's my fault," I tried to say calmly, but my voice shook uncontrollably, like a child, unable to conceal their cries.

"We stuck around." Cody tried to soothe me. "It was our choice. We knew you were a nut job."

I laughed, and then cried, holding my breath to keep it in. Everyone had their eyes on me. I turned away. Goddamn you! I thought to myself. You will deserve everything you get. After everyone you destroyed, justice has come to pay. Self pitty is a sin to die for.

I didn't realize that I was rocking slightly, back and forth, until Alex put her hand on my shoulder. The emotions came out in like a tide wave then, and I couldn't handle the grief, nor the anger.

I started sobbing hysterically, trying to conceal what they never see. What goes on behind closed doors eventually comes flowing out, busting them broken.

I squealed/screamed, pounding my fists in my own face. The lights started flickering, as I dug my nails into my chest. Coleman was the only one with enough guts to stop me, and so he did.

"I'm okay," I repeated, the anger holding off right at the edge. He wouldn't let go, and the physical contact is what set it off. I screamed and thrashed, knocking Coleman into the wooden headboard. He swung loose, touching the back of his bleeding head. Just like that, my emotions flipped to regret.

I cried more, yet not lending comfort to Coleman. I scooted away from the others. I was always meant to be alone. Being with others will fuck them up more than life ever will. Besides, in the end, they would leave me as well. It truly is survival of the fittest.

The door opened, making everyone fearful. Ethan stepped in, and there was the anger again.

"You rotten bastard," I yelled. "You wanna get at me? Then get me."

"Through them, that hurts more," Ethan grinned.

"You piece of shit." My filter shut off, and I was no longer thinking straight. "What's wrong? No love from me and all you see is a dead end?" I sneered. "I guess after being a footstool for so long you forget that you have a mind of your own!" The lights flickered again. Ethan looked at me darkly, the warm brown eyes turning black, and cruel. His tendons stuck out in sight, his fists curling into balls. He stomped his way to a lever on the wall, and pulled downward. Electrical impulses started zapping us all. We all shook like we were having seizures, the electricity burning our outer flesh.

It stopped, and we all stumbled over each other, twitching from the voltage.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?" Ethan spoke coldy. "Well, the fun has just begun."

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I stepped out of the room, the smell of burning flesh still on my mind. Katherine's friends (Cody, Alex, Hazel) took it the worst. Coleman, Katherine, and Leah could hold in their screams, yet with struggle.

"You know, I kind of like our companionship." Satan smirked.

"Somehow, this doesn't feel right," I said, almost questioningly. I felt a pit in my stomach, like my emotions were not only in my head. They made me feel physically sick.

"She rejected you, Ethan," Satan snapped. "She doesn't love you now, and she never will. Face it: you're unlovable." I looked down at my feet for a distraction. "If you can't follow through, Ethan-".

"I can."

"Good." He patted me on the back. "But I do believe that you need more motivation. More hatred for the for their kind. You're going to do awful things to them in the future, and not give a damn about it."