Rivals To Lovers (Villainous)

Chapter 49

I woke up late again with a serious headache, for the third time in two weeks very hungry, but I ignored it. The first thing I did after getting ready for my day was keep a eye on Silver, just in case anything happened.

Silver: Master, what is wrong?

Me: Nothing, I just want to observe how you work. 

Silver: Why?

Me: Because it would be uh... unfortunate if anything bad was to happen.

She held her mop nervously and frowned sadly, it seemed too innocent. 

Silver: Why would-?

Me: Enough with the damn questions! Get back to work!

I stormed out of the room and went outside for some fresh air. It was very cloudy and thunder crashed with lightning perfectly in the sky. The rain poured down heavily making the roads slippery for cars to pass by. This type of weather was always my favorite, going out, watching mortals cars slip off the road and crash into each other. Some times it would end up into a big explosion. Just the thought of it brought a smirk to my face, and a wicked idea. If you know me by now, you just may know what I'm about to do.~

It's show time mortals!

I went out to the middle of the road and laid down on one of those white crossing lines, waiting. A few cars could be heard from the distance coming near my direction. At first the engines grew louder, then suddenly, three different crashes were heard at once. I got up looking at the cars, leaking their gasoline, that would soon turn into a triple explosion. Cop cars could be heard from a opposite distance, and I did not want to deal with them again.

How annoying....

I swiftly took off from where I was standing and hid on the roof, watching the cops check out the crime scene. 

This is gonna be on tomorrow's news for sure.

I bolted when the cops started to look at my direction and went into a alley way a few blocks down. Catching my breath, I sat on a brick stool step bored, looking up at the sky.

I'm running out of ideas of shit to do. 

I got up after a few minutes and went back home to eat everything we had in the kitchen, and crash on the couch. I didn't care that I was wet, nor did I care that I might get sick. I already felt weird enough, lately I've been sleeping more than usual, I'm not able to think clearly, and eating more. Three things that I rarely do, so I guess that I have a cold or something. I haven't told Black Hat yet, because if you haven't guessed it, he's gone... again. Still don't know what he's doing, buuut, I did get a note from him saying that tomorrow he has something important to tell me....

Dementia: Freya? Oh, is this a bad time?

I looked over at Dem and sat up so she could sit next to me.

Me: No, what's going on Dem?

Dementia: Well, you've been acting strange lately, and I wanted to make sure that you're okay.

Me: Why would you care though?

Dementia: Because you're my best friend, my only friend.

She smiled sadly and looked down, hugging the couch pillow.

Me: What do you mean, your only friend?

Dementia: Black Hat never let's me outside alone, so I never get a chance to make any friends. So no matter how hard I try, he'll always find me.

She pulled that her ankle bracelet annoyed and sighed.

Me: O-oh... I'm sorry?

Dementia: It's okay even though it makes me sad sometimes, I don't mind sticking around.

I smiled pulling her into a hug and put on the TV.

Dementia: So, are you okay?

Me: I'm managing.

Dementia: If you are, then why do you walk around here so bored?

I shrugged flipping through the channels.

Me: I guess my creator has no idea of what evil thing I should do next. I mean, me being the way I am, I've done every single thing I can do.

Dementia: The creator?

Me: It is a very long and complicated story Dem, it's best if I not answer that.

Dementia: Okay. So is that why you're bored? Because of this creator?

Me: Yep. There's no more evil ideas for me to do, or, advice the creator gives me, and I do them.

Dementia: Did the creator give you the idea for the Black Hat punishment?

Me: It was more of a suggestion, and I took it. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I don't take orders from no one.

Dementia: I think you said that before?

Me: Maybe I have.

I couldn't find a good channel and just flipped to my usual, the news.

Dementia: If you're bored, then why don't you try writing?

I snorted, holding in my laughter.

Me: Oh please if I write, I'll probably write a ton of books, and take a long time to update it all, like someone I know, and then I'll feel bad wondering if anyone even likes the book or not.

Dementia: You could try?

Me: Eh, I'll think about it.

We sat there in a weird silence until Dem cleared her throat.

Dementia: So if this creator were to give you advice again, would you take it?

Me: If it's any good.

Dementia: Then-?

Me: We'll see Dem, we'll see....

Another weird silence.

Dementia: ..... Wanna go help me bother Black Hat?

Me: Sure.

We got up at the same time and raced to see who can find Black Hat first.