RUSTY. | BxB

Chapter Twelve : The Dark

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 lights into an electrical frenzy.

Tears welled up, and 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 was building within me with each bead of water rolling off 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 intensified 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 th, at dwells deep within your soul."

"I'm only going to tell you once, shut up."

A chuckle dared escape the demon's 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 face.

What once was an entire school, is now split in half by the giant bolt. The rain from outside poured in, dousing 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 blacking out, I had no control, yet somehow I still knew who I wanted to kill.

My body rose above the ground, the demon eyeing me still with a sadistic grin.

Hellish red fires ignited me and my surroundings, then spread out into a deep blue flame, destroying everything they touched.