Castor Academy

Bonus: I'm Killing You Dres!!!!!

Exactly as the title of this chapter says.

I'M GONNA HUNT YOU DOWN FOR WRITING A WHOLE CHAPTER'S WORTH OF Zs, PUBLISHING THE SECOND ONE BEFORE I FINISHED, AND THEN TARNISHING MY GOOD REPUTATION AS THE BEST WRITER IN THE WORLD!!!!!!! YA GOT THAT?! YOU ARE DEAD!!!!! DEAD, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!!!

I sighed in relief and continued to type on the computer.

Okay, now that I vented out all my anger, I think I'll just-

"Nikki!"

I automatically flinched at the sound of my mother's voice. My elbow banged against the keyboard and new words appeared on the screen. I winced at the noise and imagined that if computers had the power of speech, then this one would be screaming in pain by now. I warily gulped and read what it said.

Mnjhyg

I sighed irritably and scratched my head. "Yes?" I hollered back.

"Dres is here to see you!" She shouted. "Isn't that great?!"

I twitched. "Dres, hm?" I muttered. My mouth set itself into a grim line and I slouched back into my seat.

I turned back to the door and replied, "I'll be down in a second!" I grabbed the triangular ruler that sat on the desk next to my sketch pad, mechanical pencil, and eraser pen. Shoving it into the pocket of my jacket, I went downstairs and stopped at the door.

My eyebrow twitched at the sight of seeing him coming into my house. With him being the person of whom I currently detested the most at the moment. As in that guy who had the nerve to write one single letter that filled up the space of an entire chapter. It was him, yes him, the one person who was about to have his fate sealed by me the moment my mom closed the door.

"Hey Nikki!" Dres happily greeted, still blissfully unaware of the doom that was about to come. "How've you been?"

"Good, good. How about you?" I said through gritted teeth.

My mother apparently sensed my angry mood because she shakily smiled and clapped her hands. "Um, hey! I think I'll go to the kitchen and fetch you two a snack! See you in a bit!"

She hurriedly rushed to the kitchen. A second later, I heard the sound of the fridge being closed and the blender being turned on.

Probably to drown out the sound of Dres yelling for help.

"So, Dres," I calmly said.

He immediately looked worried and took a step back. "What's going on? You're acting really . . . Uh, I don't know. Maybe different? . . . then I remember."

"Nothing, nothing my dear friend!" I smoothly waved off. "I just have a simple question though."

A sadistic smile crept slowly up my face. I took the ruler out of my pocket and held it like a dagger in my hand.

"Uh, what do you plan on doing with that ruler? . . ." Dres took another step back.

I walked calmly forward, idly playing with the instrument of death I now held in my hand. "Ah, you worry too much!"

Dres froze when he felt the wall behind him. He looked at me, terrified and wild-eyed.

My smirk grew wider at his reaction. "Don't fret. It's not like I'm going to hurt you or anything."

"Then why are you holding that ruler like its a weapon? And why are you acting so calm and creepy?!" He said, maybe slightly hysteric. He breathed hard, his chest rising and falling like a stone.