The Most Powerful (The Depths)

Chapter 3 (It Could Always Get Worse)

Opal

"Professor Hanks!" I called to the prestigious man who welcomed me to his desktop after his session. "When exactly is the law school's admission test?"

"A long time off, Opal. You shouldn't worry about it in this particular moment," the older man smiled down upon me as I looked up to him. (Both physically and metaphorically.) "Why don't you go out with friends, have fun once in awhile?"

"I don't need friends, I need success." That was a lie, partially. I was one of those pathetic people who craved interaction with others, yet wouldn't actually be the first to start the conversation. I also sat home alone eating ice cream from the pint and cried over romance movies because that was the only touching thing I've seen. What can I say? Reality sucks.

"I think you worry too much. Going out could do you some good. I love your determination and ambition, but sometimes people need breaks. They are allowed, you know." I laughed alongside him, bracing myself for another "you should socialize more" lecture. "Well, I have business to attend. I'll catch you tomorrow, Opal. I hope you take my advice for once." Even my professor was sick of me.

I walked into the corridor, folding my Law Enforcement books into an armlock, ready to shift my way through the crowd of morons and sweaty jocks. But I was suddenly struck with someone's body, to which they firmly gripped my forearms. I followed my gaze from the strange outerwear yet again, my eyes officially meeting the dark brown, cold eyes. It was the guy that's been following me. I was completely speechless, therefore he was extremely attractive, but also in a creepy way.

"You'll receive a call in the next minute. Don't answer it." I was completely dumbstruck. He quickly walked past me, and seemed to have disappeared into a crowd. And sure enough, in that moment, my cell phone started to ring. I held it out in front of me, brushing my blonde strands of hair from my face. I looked at the caller ID, which was unknown. But, as naive and curious as I am, I just couldn't resist.

"Hello?"

"Opal," a man's deep voice boomed, chuckling after saying my name. "I have your parents, and they'll die in the next two hours if you don't come here and sacrifice yourself. I'll send you the address. And for proof-," I heard the screaming of my mother in agony. I literally almost burst into tears from the horrific recognition. The sound went silent when he hung up as I stood, tears blurring my vision in utter trepidation for my parent's lives.

Amathist

"So, let me get this straight. I'll be a Chosen One if I don't join your side, destined to fall in love with some lunatic like me? And if I do join your side, I'll be an Enemy, destined to wreak havoc upon all Chosen Ones."

"Precisely."

This is a really fucked up world.

"Why do you want me specifically?" I questioned quizzically, placing my fingertips to my chin in suspicion.

"Because you're highly skilled at killing in the first place. I mean, how is someone like you supposed to fit in with God's people?"

He was right. I'm not necessarily a peaceful person anymore. I hardened up emotionally. If someone broke that, I'd be a mess. In fact, I'd sooner rather die.

"Besides, what if I told you who the person that killed your family is? And let's not mention what else they did to you." Anger flared within my every nerve, ready to smash that person to bits until blood sprayed from every hole in their body.

"Who is it?" I stood, demanding him to spill. "Tell me!" I yelled, shaking him by his jacket. He simply laughed, gripping my hands with his cold ones.