Creatures of Eviood High - The School of Good and Evil (#1)

23. Observing

Person-you-don't-know POV

I watch the fight, not wanting to join in. My hand is slightly shaking and I can't stop it.
I see the students, fighting.
Human/animals, attacking.
Part of me wants to help, but I can't. I would endanger the lives of everyone there if I did. I could help. Hell, I could lift a finger and the human/animals will be dead.
I could, but I won't.
I remember the few things my mother told me about myself and what I am.
"You're a kind soul, but you're a dangerous one" she had said. "Doing little things can have big impacts. You don't want to hurt anyone my little princess, but you will. No matter how many times you don't want to, you will. It's apart of life."
I remember all the good I did for people, the little things I had done to help. It seems as if the world is against me now.
"Darling, you have a gift" my mother had said. "But it's a terrible one. You will have to stay away from people, maybe even starve yourself. Do anything you can. Do not feed from their souls. Do not be the soul feeder you are."
I shiver and I rub my stump where my left arm used to be. I sigh as I feel the teeth marks, the scars that are married to me. A Vex took my arm from me. Vexes are dark and powerful. Summoned by necromancers. I remember the necro's face as she summoned the Vexes. A pale, wicked smile with rows of long, slender teeth. Her face framed with slick, straight, black hair.
"Come on little girl" she had said. "I have a gift for you."
I shiver. I have nightmares about that rainy day, every single night. It haunts me, every second of the day. She had no reason. She saw me as a threat, and she had one option.
Eliminate.
I hear a defiant roar and I look up and see a dead wolf, on top, a very happy looking sandy lioness. I feel an urge to kill that cat.
But I can't. I just...can't.
I hear another scream and I look up to see a white wolf being mauled by large, ginger lioness.
I have to help.
Looking away, I lift a shaky finger and the lioness shrivels a little and falls to the ground lifeless.
But, I am filled with energy and I have meat on my bones again. Don't think of me as anorexic, I starve myself for the greater good. Every souls I kill, I...eat and the energy feeds me, it gives me meat, I look normal. When I starve myself, I'm so skinny, you see my bones underneath the skin that is tightly wrapped around them. But when I have a soul, my body changes and I look like a normal sixteen year old girl.
Well, sort of.
The white wolf looks up, confused but joins the fight again.
They are so lucky. I bet they have friends, family. When their fight is over, they can sit down and rest and forget about all the things they have done and what had happened.
But I can't.
No one ever told me hearts were precious. They never told me how easy they could be broken.
But they never did, and a Heart Snatcher got to me.
And he broke me and he changed me. Before I could control my powers. I looked human. No slit eyes and no patchy skin, but he changed me.
That's what a Heart Snatcher does.
I hear another scream and I look up and see a black wolf with red eyes being clawed at by a brown lion. I want to help, but I'm already satisfied. But what if she died. I will feel guilty. But then I can't help everyone.
Sighing, with a flick of my finger the brown lioness is dead and I quickly rush away into the woods.
I am filled with energy and I feel strength coming to me. I feel like I could lift a train from it's tracks, a car from the road.
I stop and peer back at the fight just to see if the black wolf is alright.
She is.
I quickly turn back and I slam into someone.
I quickly jump back and a girl is looking back at me. She has grey skin, her veins showing, and red eyes. Also, brown hair like mine. She wears a tattered hospital gown and jeans. She reminds me of myself. Zombie looking and such.
We stand there, staring at each other for what feels like ages.
Why is she looking at me like that?
I quickly dodge past her and run into the woods, my legs pounding the ground with strength I wish I never had. My arm swaying on it's own. Somehow it feels natural to run with one arm.
I quickly look back and the zombie girl is looking back at me.
"I never saw you" she says and winks.
Even though she was far away.