Coven| The New Generation

Chapter One: The Hunter

When the bell rang, a wave of feeling swept over me. I felt like something was terribly wrong. And I didn't know what it was. I couldn't put my finger on it. It was a mix feeling of dread, fear, and confusion. I walked out of class and made my way down the stairs to leave. As I reached the final steps, I received a harsh shove. I lost my balance and fell down the steps. My phone leapt out of my hand. A burst of laughter sounded behind me as I picked myself up and my phone. My phone's screen was smashed down the side.

"Fuck," I whispered.

"Watch where you're going next time," Trevor said. His group laughed.

"When are you going to give it up, Trevor?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"You've been messing with me for nearly five years now. And I still don't give a shit. We're eighteen. We're adults. And you're acting like a fucking fourteen year old," I said.

He got up in my face. "It's been five years and you're still a fucking weirdo," he said.

"Do you seriously think I give a shit about what you think of me? I'm so over it," I said with a laugh.

"Fuck off, lunatic," he said and walked away.

He was greeted by his girlfriend Lea. The only person I hate more than Trevor.

"Would you stop talking to my boyfriend, Delilah? You fucking nutcase," She said.

"Tell your boyfriend to stop pushing me down the stairs and maybe I won't talk to him," I said and kept walking.

"God, you'd think after all the times I've fucked you up you'd know when to stop," She said.

That was true. I should know when to stop. But I don't. And all those times she's "fucked me up" were when she had four people (her friends) on one (me). I just kept walking.

"What? You scared?" She called out.

"Leave me alone, Lea," I said.

She shoved me harder than her boyfriend did. I almost lost my balance, but stayed up. I kept walking. We were outside now and her friends were following behind. They were pretty far back. She was trying to start shit (like she always does) and I didn't feel like handling it today. I wanted to get home.

"Maybe this is why you don't have any friends. Because you're a pussy," she yelled.

She was wrong. I did have one friend. And her name was Jessie Shanahan.

"Go away," I yelled, starting to get annoyed. She was following me down the street. She wanted to get a rise out of me so badly.

"C'mon, Delilah! Show me what you've got!" She yelled.

"God! Why are you so obsessed with me?" I asked.

She scoffed. "Maybe Jessie killed herself because she was tired of having to stick with a fucking freak like you," She said.

Even she knew that she went too far. When I turned around, she had a look of remorse on her face. But I didn't care. It still came out of her mouth. I walked towards her.

I grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She tried pushing me away, but my feet stayed on the ground. My fingernails dug into her shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I started singing. After a few seconds, her body started to shake. I let go of her shoulders and kept singing. She choked and looked like she couldn't breathe. I honestly wanted to do it until she was dead, but I couldn't do that. I kept going until her friends caught up to us.

When I stopped, Lea gasped out for air and looked at me.

"YOU FUCKING FREAK!" Lea screamed.

"I know when to stop," I said and smirked.