It's Saturday and I feel all better from yesterday. I had a strange dream, that I met a man with glowing green eyes and bright blue hair, he had cool glowing horns and told me one day I will learn my potential and go to a place I belong. He called me a Princess. I didn't know what a princess was till I asked Demo and she said it's a royal person that rules over people when they become a Queen. I like being called that and keep it on mind all day.
Today was slow, I played my game and got a little mad but no one yelled at me. I have been having trouble in my game and look up to try and calm down. I hear a little bit of the conversation outside and set down my DS, floating to a wall of the orb. I tap it and the hologram clears. I see Doctor Green yelling at the man with blue hair and I hit the glass with my hand hard enough I see it crack a little.
I look at it and both men now stare at me. I huff and hit it again, it felt good. I keep hitting and it feels like it was starting to give when Demo gently pulls me away suddenly.
"Hey! I was enjoying that!" I whine, kicking and flailing in her hold.
"Then let's turn on the gravity and let you hit something that won't shatter around you and let you get hurt." She says, lowering me to the ground and raising the gravity, suspending the beanbag and my DS and snacks, lowering a tough looking bag with a target on it. I wobble a little but soon get my balance as the gravity turns on all the way. My body hurts a little, not used to gravity. I almost fall but Demo catches me and something in me stops whatever pain that might be felt. I feel light and almost like I'm flying as I rock from foot to foot.
"Here hit this instead, hit it as hard as you want and get out all those feelings, I can guarantee it will feel better." She says and I make a motion for her to mute my mic so only she would hear me. I hear a beep and say a curse word to test out and no one yelled at me.
"Alright I want to add a photo of Doctor Green right here, I wanna have something worth hitting and I'm, really mad at him today for some reason." I say, pointing to where a head would be if this were a person. She takes a moment before having a hand come down and securely tapes a photo of Green with a grumpy face on it. I smile and punch it right in the nose, sending a few more punches and seeing my hands get blackish and assume it's just bits of the bag and paper. I ignore it and keep going.
"Mic back on please?" I ask as I hit again. Another beep and it should be on along with the outside speaker.
"Christian is this necessary, you are going to hurt your hands?" Green asks.
"Let em bleed! I need this so buck off!" I shout, punching harder and not caring that my hands hurt a little. I sent the bag flying back and just keep kicking and punching and elbowing and kneeing the bag, using my wings to fly up even though they feel kinda heavy.
Soon I stop and I see exactly what I thought I would. On my busted knuckles, and dripping down my scraped up knees and elbows, leaking out slowly, was blood. But... it was Black blood?! I walk up to the glass and wipe my hands on it, smearing the blood on it.
"Doctor Green... what the HELL is this?! You said I was an angel, a good person but I bleed the same as a demon!! Tell me what is going on right now!" I demand, punching the glass, the euphoria was filling my mind, the power being sucked stopped bothering me. I punch and punch and the glass starts to crack and break and the door opens just a little.
Suddenly I'm stopped. I watch my body collapse and the gravity is off again, something bright blue was going down the tube and into me. The arms come down and set me back on my 'bed' and I drift outside the dome while my body rests. I see the monitor, it's flashing and saying I hit a spike of something called Wrath. I recall that's one of the seven most deadly sins.
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The Tower
General FictionIn a world stuck in the 1940s, ruled by a picky God. A girl is born of demon and angel blood, in a world where God's rule is absolute. She is a being of incredible power, placed right into the hands of ones bent on using her for selfish gain. She is...