Wait, hold up.
Aren't I supposed to be, like… mad?
Dang. I have a serious problem.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Desan spoke, his tone low but dripping with disdain. "I never really liked you either. I only put up with you 'cause I was dating that. Now that I've made things clear, let me help you complete your existence."
And with that..
CRACK!!
Then silence.
Atarah fell sideways, her eyes still open—blank, lifeless, staring.
She looked horrifying.
"Ahhhhhhh! Desan, are you crazy?! Atarah! ATARAH! NO! NO! This can't be!"
My voice broke, tears stinging my eyes.
"And also, I'm not a 'that', you twat! I'm your girlfriend! Remember that, dummy!"
I struggled against the invisible force binding me.
"Release me or I'll use my abilities against you! Release me, I say!"
"Go ahead," he said, tilting his head slightly. "I dare you."
His eyes were blank. His aura, darkening by the second until it was pure black. Sheesh, talk about coated. He wanna be a mafia?
He looked terrifying. Monstrous.
A shiver crawled down my spine.
Was this really my Desannie baby?
I tried using my Heat Breath, but instead, I was met with pain. Not just any pain, a searing, stabbing pain exploded in my head. I screamed.
Are you kidding me right now?!
And then, he cackled.
Yes, you heard that right. Cackled.
I thought only witches or, generally, women cackled.
Boys smirk! They're the smirkers of society!
…Wait. Am I being gender discriminative right now?
He cackled louder, cruelly, and said,
"Mind control is truly a blessing. For your information, since I can see that confused look on your face, I've upgraded to the stage called Mind Control: Body Bending, Full Capacity. Not even normal capacity. Full."
He threw his arms open wide, power radiating off him.
"I am now the strongest and most powerful creature in the universe. There's no denying that anymore!"
Then he looked straight into my eyes, mockery, emptiness, pride all mixed together.
To be honest, I couldn't tell. Wanna know why? His eyes were black! Who can see in pitch black? You a cat? Or just have night vision. Should I be scared of you?
Anyway, he said "Sorry for taking your position, Senanli."
He called me Senanli.
Not sweetie, or cupcake, or love bug, or petal.
Just Senanli.
He truly hates me?
No… no, there's got to be another reason. There has to be.
But still..
I can't help but feel crushed.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, my voice trembling but low. My head facing the ground, eyes looking away from him.
All this was NOT in defeat, okay? Let's get that straight.
I am a Chanclin.
And we do not give up.