Violently Icy

Demonic Anarchist

Daemon kinda enjoyed Halloween time. He got to dress up like his favorite bands around this time of year and he made it look impressive. Wynrie pretty much did the same with mostly female fronted bands. She did dress as a few guys before though. Only few times.

"Rahven, your needed by Shirley. Immediately," said one of the kids under Shirley's terror called control. Shirley and I tried not to have to deal with one another that often because we couldn't stand being in the same room as each other without killing the other. Literally. We'd get incredibly and dangerously violent in detention together and just flip shit. Freak the fuck out. Randomly. I walked into the place we'd always meet, the detention room.

"Ah, Rahven, I'm glad you made the right choice. You came to visit me. You remember Cornell."

"Unfortunately," I shot back at her. Shirley looked as if she disapproved of my comeback. Like always. Prissy bitch. Shirley got up and was heading towards me. "Rahvy, I need your demon thing to control the girl. It's the only way. I can't have him elseway. I'm afraid you have almost no choice. Practically no choice. You owe me and right now, I own you, " Shirley said, smirking. There was truth in those words.

I did owe her for many times when she nearly killed bullies to help me when we were younger. She was always wierd around me. We had that relationship from the start. Never knew where to tread, how to know to trust the other. Pray it wasn't a trap. That it wasn't time that death approached, creeping along, taking his sweet time. Letting us suffer and get used to it for even after death.

I got up and was in her face when I shot back, " If it weren't for me you'd still be that fucked up kid with the mommy issues. Fuck the daddy issues you always had a thing for hating you mom and wanting to punish your dad. I helped you through that time. Remember what I did for you without question. Many of times. Don't pull that shit with me, Shirles." She didn't get upset at my words or the bluntness in which they were spoken.

"I know I had lots of issues when we first met and everything, for quite awhile after that as well, but I assure you I want nothing more than to get her out of the way so someone else can have a chance. I have reasons for not wanting her around him. It's dangerous and I don't want another stupid, attractive girl winding up dead because she didn't know when to back off and not prowl near. Like, has she no brains? I am to be the only one to calm him. It's prophesied. A gypsy told it to me when we did my fortune and palm reading. She also felt the sensation thing too. Vibration! I need to make sure it happens my way. I need my strongest asset.

I won't hurt you if you try to refuse. I'll do more damage to others is all. If you refuse that will be your punishment, to hear the millions of screams and cries from those of the innocent who will die. Watch them beg for you to save them," she fired back. I could tell she would do it if I tried it too. I wasn't about to let millions of innocent people die because of one crazy cunt. "Fuck this, fuck it.... Fine, " I answered, angrily.

I walked out of the detention room and when I entered the hallway, I saw Wynrie coming out of janitors closet. "Hey Wynnie, whatchya doing in the Janitors closet," I asked. "Nothin just putting some cleaning supplies back. I spilled something and I needed to clean it up," her sweet, innocent voice softly said.

Leaves flew around the air and fell toothed ground, making a brushing sound. We could always hear that even without having to be outside. It was... Unique. People never understood us kids. We just ended up in this high school from lack of teaching assistance for us. We were never understanding the work we were being assigned because it was always random, out there, stupid, non-school shit. It had its advantages and disadvantages like most everything in the world.

Shirley went outside to do her usual habit, smoking cigarettes.