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So, I'm working on another story idea after I had a dream about picking up a girl and dropping her from a big height. The girl in the story is 16 and she can fly and has telekinesis. Here's what I've done so far, it's quite long, but yeah, here it is:
EDIT: I'm currently working on another book about 4 teens named Cyrus, Tanner, Bailey and CJ who are homeless and on the run. They discover something in Los Angeles' sewer system and gain amazing abilities. CJ goes insane with power and they have to stop him. (Not the full blurb.) I'm working on them both at the same time. So, yeah.
PART OF THE 1st OR 2nd CHAPTER OR SOMETHING. (Idk.)
I finally had enough of Dakota and her friends bullying me. The normally quiet and calm persona that I had had finally snapped. This time, she was the one getting hurt.
I slowly walked up to her, fists clenching and un-clenching.
"So, Dakota, you like to see me in pain, huh? You like to see me in torture from your hurtful words hmm? How about you become the one that gets hurt, would you like that?" I said, with a look of anger on my face. I clenched my jaw and stared at her eye-to-eye.
Before she could react, I quickly grasped her blouse collar with my right hand and rocketed from the ground at 50 kilometers per hour. The ground shook as I took off, and Dakota screamed and gasped until I suddenly stopped in mid-air and hovered above the ground at around 3 stories high.
Still only holding her up with one hand, I ignored her and the group of students down below that were screaming and and staring in horror.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't drop you from this height and break your bones," I snarled, tightly gripping the collar of Dakota's blouse, making her cough and choke in-between shrieks.
"I-I I'm sorry. . . I won't b-be mean to you anymore. We'll all leave you alone. . ." Dakota choked, with a look of true terror on her face.
I watched her dangling and struggling in mid-air and I nearly smirked.
I glanced down below and saw that massive group of teachers and students had formed, screaming and yelling at me to let Dakota go. Almost the whole school was there. They were all shocked, but I wasn't surprised. Nobody at school knew I could fly until now. Nobody knew about my powers. And at that point I didn't give a crap if they knew.
"Please. . . . I beg you. . ." Dakota gasped. "P-please just put me down."
I silently hovered above the ground, looking off into the distance, thinking about my next move and listening to the screams of students and teachers down below.
I turned and stared at Dakota, my angry, glowing, purple eyes connecting with hers. Fury, anger and pain detonated inside me.
"You and your group of stupid friends have been bullying me for TWO WHOLE FREAKING YEARS. And it's only at this point when you've said you're sorry. I've had enough. What goes around comes around, bitch."
And I dropped her.
I watched her fall, screaming the whole way down and I saw the shocked and terrified faces down below as they watched her drop out of the sky like a stone.
It seemed to happen in slow-motion, and as I watched her fall pleasure filled my body from head to toe.
There was a loud thud and a sickening crunch, and the screaming stopped.
I glanced down and saw her broken body; I saw that she had crushed her legs, thighs, knees, feet, tail bone and right arm, and she lay there like a life-less dead body.
Her nose severely bled and she had multiple bruises covering her disfigured body. Some of her broken bones nearly burst through her skin, and all the colour had drained out of her face. I felt no sympathy for her.
Teachers and students surrounded Dakota while Principal Fitzpatrick dialed the ambulance, and I watched emotionlessly as the ambulance quickly arrived.
As I watched the emergency services lift Dakota carefully into the ambulance on a stretcher, and the people down below crying and staring at me in horror, it finally hit me like a bullet to the head.
Anguish and terror suddenly filled my heart. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to curl up into a crumpled ball and cry my eyes out. What had I done? What was wrong with me? Had I actually killed her?
So yeah, I hope you like what I've done so far. I'm just in the beginning stages so far.
AND IN OTHER NEWS:
LOOK WHAT I FUCKING BOUGHT. MY CHILDHOOD HAS RETURNED. I'LL BE WATCHING A MARATHON OF POKEMON EPISODES TOMORROW MORNING, FUCK YES! I KNOW YOU'RE ALL JEALOUS RIGHT NOW.