Chapter Twelve : The Dark
(De'Andre In Media ]
WHAT IS THIS!? I found myself screaming. The very building itself shaking with every word while my head spun in a daze, sending the lighting in an electrical frenzy.
Tears welling, I couldn't stand to see Andre looking this way.
"Why do you keep doing this!?" I sobbed even more, slapping myself profusely.
A rage building within me with each bead of water rolling off of my face. A blaze of heat surrounded me ferociously, setting off the sprinklers almost immediately.
Steady the blazes maintained, as I looked upon De'Andre's lifeless body. The flames seemingly matched my own intensity and melted the sprinklers themselves.
"Tell me," the demon cackled to the pitch of a woman who smoked daily, "Why are you so afraid of losing this mortal?.."
The cloaked figure stood before me in the immense fire without a flinch. But it was De' she stood above. As if she owned him. I couldn't control it. I couldn't control myself.
I couldn't save him.
I balled my fist, blood oozing from the puncturing of my nails in my palm. The sky turned a deep red to match my fury. Crackles of thunder and lightning made its presence known and intensifying along with my anger.
"If the extent of your wrath includes shaking a building and a little heat, then you don't deserve the power that dwells deep within your soul."
"Im only going to tell you once, shut up."
A chuckle dare escape the demons tongue, mocking me like I was her entertainment for the evening, "Silly boy, you don't even believe your own threats!" Her body twisted and contorted, the sounds of her bones snapping with every step she took towards me.
"You are merely a child compared to me. An overgrown, half-demon with mommy and daddy issues who could never love ANYTHING!! and do you wanna know why -"
"SHUT UP!" I yell antagonized, forcing an unholy sized bolt of lightning to strike the demon from above, faster than light itself.
The entire foundation of the building shook as my eyes grew heavy, both from being exhausted and the stream of tears that seemed to run down my eyes.
What once was an entire school, now was split in half by the giant bolt. The rain from outside poured in, dowsing the flames around me.
Still, I could only look at him.
I've never felt I had purpose. Not until Mom crossed Statelines into Massachusetts. Not since I met him.
I felt drawn here for a reason, and I'm starting to understand why. It was him.
I wish I could say I'd remember a time when pain felt this strongly. I couldn't even remember the last time I cried like this. If I ever did.
"That's the problem, RuStYy," the demon mocked with a smile, getting closer with every second, "You're WEAK!" She laughed, grabbing De' by the hair, showing his bloodied face to me.
I felt something different come over me. An anger I had never felt before. I could feel myself blackout, I had no control, yet somehow I still knew who I wanted to kill.
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خيال (فانتازيا)Ronnie Cortez knew he was different all of his life, being the son of an Angel and all. But when he meets a boy that challenges his ideals, he is struck when he finds out most of what he knows, couldn't be further from the truth. Originally Publishe...
