If You Could See it Through My Eyes (Tom Riddle Fanfiction)

Why Oh Why Does He Have to Make me Feel Guilty?

Makena POV*

Anyone who saw her quickly got out of her way. They hadn't seen anything quite so intimidating before: her set jaw, clenched fists, mouth set into a thin, white line. But her eyes were the most terrifying. They burned with anger; a blazing, burning inferno that seemed to incinerate any other emotion that dared get too close.

Yes, Makena Iodine was angry, but there was something more than that, something hidden behind the blazing in her eyes that few could decipher. She was devastated.

It was her fault, she was sure of it. And she was furious with herself- how could she not have seen it sooner? She should have been paying more attention, actually noticing what was going on. She probably could have snuffed it out of him before anything turned drastic. And now it was too late- he was planning murder.

Makena hugged herself as she made her way back into the library. How could she let this happen? Roan had warned her, of course, but she had no idea how terrible it really was. A bully, she could see; Tom had always been cold, but she had never realized it could go this far.

Another wave of emotion hit Makena, and she nearly stumbled to a stop. This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. She rested her forehead on the cool stones of the wall, and exhaled slowly, trying to dispel the muddled up mess inside her brain so she could think clearly.

She closed her eyes, but the image kept coming back to her- Tom Riddle, one of the first people in her life she had ever trusted, and the darkness that rolled off of him, the evil that shrouded him like a mist. Granted, these past four years, her trust in him had slipped, but Makena had never dished out trust easily.

Trust is for fools. Fear is the only reliable way.

That's what Instructor MR had said, and that's what Makena believed- if only reluctantly. In her entire life, there were exactly four people that she had ever fully put her trust in, and she doubted that that number would ever change.

If you have a roadblock in your decisions, ask yourself if it is because you care. Caring is weakness.

The Instructor's words rang through Makena's head, drowning out everything else. Most of the time, when small memories such as these popped up, she would stifle them: to care about a person is not a weakness, though it could seem like it at times. Makena knew, for a fact, that it was actually a great strength. But... maybe it wasn't this time. And as soon as she had thought of it from that angle, an idea popped into her head.

Makena realized, suddenly, that when she had been worrying about Riddle, it had clouded her logic. Getting rid of that unnecessary variable had given her a sense of clarity that was welcoming; and she had almost laughed out loud when the idea came to her.

Riddle was a fool. He had given Makena the greatest plan ever. No, not only that; he had unintentionally given her a gift. He had given her freedom, and he didn't even know it. He had also accidentally given her complete control over both his plans and his group of insipid followers.

He really ought to be more careful, leaving his authority lying around where anyone could steal it.

Makena smirked, opening her eyes to stare at the stone wall, cold to the touch and unyielding. Under her breath, in the quietest whisper, she muttered something that no one heard: "Thank you for opening my eyes, Riddle. Your victory will be the foundation of your downfall."

Then Makena straightened again, and where the blazing anger once resided was empty- only a ghost of a smirk and the cold, unyielding determination in her eyes.

As she walked, Makena's mind flitted back to a time when it was harder to simply turn off her emotions, or to change her entire views and perspective. But training for years at Gaet Haced had left her like that; and while she wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing, it was certainly helpful. She just hoped she would lose the ability too soon.