Aspen sat in class, mindlessly scribbling in his notebook, defining ways to defend himself from Nolan and Devin should he lose access to his ability in a sparring match. A few minutes passed, the room silent aside from the occasional turn of a page and the clicking of pens, pencils scratching against paper ever so gently.
Sighing lightly, he turned his eyes downcast to stare at what he had written, and bit his lip in an effort to stop the corners of his lips from turning upwards in a sadistic smile.
Break their hands and/or wrists.
My, he thought blandly. Now that was a new one.
a crime to wait for
Nolan screamed as the bones in his wrists crack and crush at Aspen's hands, who seemed to do so nonchalantly, a bored expression painted on his face. He saw Mr. Angeline whip around to see what had happened in his peripheral vision, but Aspen decidedly didn't react. "Doesn't that feel good?" The little voice said, walking around the outskirts of his skull and dragging his long nails against the walls, a creaking sound echoing through Aspen's head with every step.
"Doesn't what feel good?" Aspen responded as he let go of Nolan's hands, watching as the taller male dropped to the floor as Mr. Angeline rushed over, yelling something at Aspen that was muffled and inaudible to him.
Aspen watched as the little voice smiled, standing stock still over Nolan with a blank, bored mask on.
"To be in control."
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the monster beneath your bed
HorrorPeople may make jokes about their sleep paralysis demons, but what if those demons were locked in your head, knocking on the walls of your skull and whispering in your ear? In which everyone has two shadows under one light. - Inspired by Irene & Seu...
