The Secrets Behind Them

«♤{Christmas Eve}★»

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"How does it feel?" I step closer to the floating being in front of me. Blood has spilled from his lips and it is now staining his sweater. I've waited too long for this, having that it has been two weeks worth of time at the scyra city. For this pathetic being, it's been only a week or so. I throw his back into the wall behind him, making the room shake as his body hits the surface. He grunts, another tear meets his chin. I'm going to put Arthur through agony before I end his life.

"LET HIM GO!" Aaron screeches from the sofa, unable to move thanks to Xavier. I sneak an eye in his direction while I reveal a pocket knife in my hand. My eyes return to the empath, who is just radiating fear. "Tahain-" Aaron whimpers, but Xavier shapes a piece of metal around his mouth to shut him up.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you yet," I reassure, "I just need to take out some of my frustration on you first." I glide the dull edge of the blade along Arthur's cheek. He turns his head away from me as an attempt to escape, this only irritates me more. I take the freshly sharpened edge and cut into his skin. Burgundy beads of blood escape his warm flesh, his breath shivers out of his mouth. I can't help but to be satisfied. 

"What are you doing..?"  A nearby feminine voice catches my attention. I spot Sonya standing in the hallway next to me, she can't move. I grin, slicing into Arthur's face again, but just a little deeper than before. Right as I do so, Sonya is thrown back by a gust of wind performed by Joule. Good. I would rather not deal with anyone else at the moment.

The wind flows throughout the room, flying past Arthur and I. One of his ombre braids flop in the way of my knife when I attempt to cut into his jawline. I groan, turning Arthur around and shoving his face and front side into the wall. He yelps, twisting his ankle. I forgot, he sprained it not too long ago. I kick that foot, twisting it the wrong way and making Arthur cry out. I pull one of his braids, then using the blade to cut strands of white, pink, and red hair.  He squirms, unable to move away.

"Nonononono, Tahain, please don't-" The empath cries, trying to push me away with his shoulders. I saw into his hair, picking up speed before getting through the last few strands. I grab the other braid, beginning to proceed what I was doing before. Arthur pouts, giving up once he finds the rest of the French braid falling into his face. I finish off the second braid, turning him around again to find red puffy eyes and blood seeping from the broken skin of his face. I also find bare skin of his neck.

I cut the collar to his turtleneck, exposing his entire neck and some of his chest. I feel around his skin, finding where he would be the most sensitive. I carve into his collarbone, bringing the edge up his neck and to the end of his chin. Arthur lets out a groan when I take the knife to his chest, carving various small cuts into his skin. I feel his heartbeat with my palm and dig my knife into the left-center of his chest. Arthur is now hyperventilating, he can't breathe and all he can do is cry. I can feel everyone's eyes on me and Arthur. Good. They need to know the consequences of pissing me off.

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"Remember me, mindreader?"  One of Tahain's scyras throws me to the end of hall using the air around us. The blonde woman appears familiar with her soul-peircing blue eyes and torn off sleeves. I scoot back, hitting the wall behind me as she stands above. I push myself off the ground using the wall, attempting to come up with my defense against her.

"You managed to escape my facility and sent one of my guards to the health room." She complains. My memory comes back to me, she tried to prevent my escape from the Prison of Potential. I wasn't aware that she owned that miserable hell. If anything, she deserves to get a taste of her own medicine.