Apocalypse

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My eyes were coated in it. Electric Blue. My favourite colour.

The eyeshadow was very vibrant. It really brought out my eyes.

It's the first day of school. I suppose I should look somewhat decent, for once.

You always look decent. Better than decent, actually.

I felt my eyes roll.

"Why can't you go away?!" I asked for the millionth time.

It doesn't work like that, Princess.

"Stop calling me that!" I hissed, dropping the eyeshadow brush, letting it roll off my vanity and onto the carpeted floor.

My, my, is it that time of month?

I stood up and strolled over to my closet, ignoring him for the time being. I picked out a mini leopard-print dress, and a Blue leather jacket, along with some studded belts. I quickly pulled the clothes on, and started looking for some shoes.

By the way, Happy Birthday.

His smooth voice rang through my head once more, sending a shiver up my spine.

"Thanks?" I frowned, pulling on the black converse I picked out.

That was the last time I heard from him, until two o-clock AM the next day.

School had been rough. I was teamed up on in gym again. Got shoved into a locker once or twice. The usual.

But what wasn't usual, was the dream I had.

He was handsome. Long, silky Black hair, plump, but not overly plump lips, perfect for kissing, with a black little hoop stuck through them. His skin? Pale, and his eyes, a beautiful and vivid Blue.

Do you know who I am? —He had chuckled.

"The one who never leaves my mind alone?" I took a guess.

How rude. All I am doing is keeping you company. —He smiled. It was a sight for sore eyes.

My name is Richard, but you may call me Ricky. I am here because you are my assigned.

"Assigned what?!" I growled out, glaring as he stepped closer.

You are my apprentice, of sorts. You're blood runs thick with darkness, my master sees great potential.

He had circled me, running his fingertips up my left arm to my elbow before dropping to the small of my back.

"For what?" My voice came out a little shaky, making me clear my throat anxiously.

What you were meant to do. Bring chaos upon the living, my future queen, for we shall bring forth the apocalypse.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 07, 2019 ⏰

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