Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 5

    Fun fact...

I thought jujitsu was in EGYPT

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Rut row rut row rut row.

His red eyes bled, the entirety of his dark orbs flashed into a gory, putrid, red, and I felt myself freeze up. My skin went cold, my eyes widened at the rage that crossed his face.

But it was gone in seconds, the bloodiness of his eyes dimmed back into speckled red, his face went back into its relaxed, chiseled frame.

"You're probably one of those mean girls at school, huh? Spilling your lunches on poor helpless guys like myself, calling me a dweeb. Gosh, my heart hurts now." He fazed innocence, the slight tips of his teeth grinning into a full on smile.

I felt my heart slowing down, "Hardly."

Devil shrugged, "Let's go, sparky. You and I have matters to discuss."

The second this creep lets me go, I'm gonna run.

Fallon sighed, "She's not going to go anywhere without trying to run."

He had a fantastic point.

The Devil shrugged, "then carry her. I don't have time to be debating over a simpleton."

Fallon muttered something about me being filthy before throwing me over his shoulder, I kept myself from grimacing at the pain. Instead I closed my eyes, trying my hardest to conjure up some sort of spark. I usually didn't have too much trouble calling to my lightning. But I had never felt as weak as I did now. Every step Fallon took with me over his shoulder was like a knife into my burnt leg.

We walked into a dark room before Fallon threw me off his shoulder, and I slammed into cold, hard, concrete. I felt the breath escape me as I gasped for oxygen. My leg was now searing with pain.

I heard the Devil telling Fallon he was free to go but I was concentrating too hard at the pain my body was experiencing. I felt my temper rise, and the familiar hum of sparks began to filter out of my fingers. I was mad. I was pissed. My breathing tightened as I stood up, ignoring the pain in my leg as I stared at him. The Devil and I were alone.

He cocked his head to the side, "You're not going to try and fight me, right? I think we can both agree that this little plan of action you have, won't end well."

I felt my face heat up with rage and pure adrenaline as I sprinted towards him, sparks firing out of my fingers as I charged. The pain in my leg was fierce, but I wouldn't let it stop me from trying to kill him.

I ran right through him, almost as if he were a freaking ghost. I slammed into the floor as I passed through his body, my body collapsing into a big heap.

"That was so cute." He chuckled, shoving his tattooed hands into his pockets and yawning from apparent boredom. His blood red eyes lowering to the ground as he analyzed his shoes, almost as if his freakin dad shoes were more interesting than me.

I felt my rage intensify as I raised my hand,  summoned a small bolt of lightning, and fired it at him.

He raised his hand the instant that I fired the bolt, capturing the wild, purple streaks in his palm. He looked thoughtfully at the ball of lightning in his palm, before shooting it right back at me.

I had no time to react as the bolt crashed into my skin, and I felt myself begin to have seizures of electrifying jolts, my body convulsing as I whimpered. My body felt like it was on fire. The pain lasted a few moments before it subsided, and I was back up on my feet. Trying to summon another bolt of lightning, I squeezed my eyes shut tight, trying to call on the spark that seemed to be embedded deep in my soul.