by Keya Jay
Chapter fourteen: Skylar Royce
Skylar couldn’t believe he left her, she fumed.
It’s your fault he was actually trying to be nice to you, trying to get to know you and you pushed him away. You knew just what to say to tick him off. Don’t act surprised you knew he’d do something drastic after that comment I’m just surprised it didn’t involve his fist.
Skylar hates the monster in her she hates it with every fiber of her being.
This enhanced eye sight of hers teases her, she could already see her house from here yet she was about 4 blocks away. The more she thought about it the angrier she got.
By the time she reached her neighbor Mr. Wallace’s house she stopped to pet the pit-bull.
“Hey get away from my gate!” Mr. Wallace said as he stepped outside in the frigid air in nothing but a robe for coverage.
Skylar didn’t look at the old man as she continued to pet his dog.
This dog was always out here she never seen him inside the house and its cold out here, she bet he’d love more than anything to be inside.
“Hey girl! Did you hear me? I said get away from my gate,” he said daring to take a step forward.
“You don’t deserve an owner like him, you deserve more. He doesn’t care about you,” Skylar whispered to the dog.
“And no one else will either until the day I die,” the old man grumbled.
“You hear that?” she asked the dog. “He’s willing to sacrifice his life for your care!” she said as she scratched the dog beyond the ear.
“That’s not what I said little girl now get away from my gate now! Get away from my gate or I’ll get my dog on you,” he warned.
“Here let me give you better access,” she said as she rip Mr. Wallace’s gate from the place it was being held in the ground.
The energy revving through her was a sudden relief. She needed this, she knew she did and now she couldn’t possibly stop it, not if she wanted to.
“Hey you put my gate down! What the heck are you?”
The sound of the fear in his voice does something to her, it makes her feel…wrong. Like something not of this world…but she’s not, of this world she means. But when people talk to her with so much fear like Mr. Wallace is doing now it truly makes her feel like a monster but the power’s too much she can’t stop it!
“It’s the only way,” she surprised not only him but herself by the sudden tears that jumped to her eyes.
“It started with you; you know?” she said in a broken whisper as she backed the man into the porch table.
The more she talked the angrier she got at the realization.
“It started with you,” she repeated.
“I remember it like it was yesterday, you are the reason I’m a monster. You probably don’t remember but I do. It started with you and now it’ll end with you,” she promised sinisterly.
“Devil get her!” the old man said.
“That’s no name for a dog,” she scolded.
Skylar wrapped her fingers tightly around his neck and squeezed until her fingertips touched. She could literally feel the blue around her iris’s swirl as she soon became consumed in power.
Her body glowed, her finger’s tingled, her body wanted to possess his but she wouldn’t let it.
“It started with you,” she repeated as she watched life drain from his eyes as he became nothing but limp in her hold.
Skylar dropped his body and starred down at it.
Her fingertips itched with need, they glowed a fire-y blue. There was nothing stopping her from setting his body ablaze but yet at the same time everything was stopping her.
She looked over at the dog and he seemed to be encouraging her to finish what she started and it made her stop and think about what that dog had been put through.
Skylar touched the pointer of her finger to the dog’s owners’ body and it withered as it was slowly encased in the blue flames.
“Come here,” Skylar called to the dog.
“You’re a free dog now,” she said as she unhooked his collar and threw it into the pile of ashes that was once his owner.
Skylar rubbed the dog’s head and couldn’t help but feel as though she saved him, she set him free.
Skylar put out the fire and cleaned up the front yard before placing the gate back in place.
“I’ll leave this gate unlocked so that you can come and go as you please, just promise you won’t go around chasing people down streets,” she said to the dog.
“I’ll see you around Angelo.”
She thought it only fair to change the dog’s name before turning and jogging the rest of the distance between her house and Mr. Wallace’s. She needed to burn off all of this pint up energy.
When Skylar arrived home she said good night to her mother, went upstairs to take a shower and got ready for bed.
Before she could fully make it to bed she heard a clawing noise at her front door.
Skylar went down stairs and opened her front door to the little pit-bull sitting there.
“Hey buddy,” she said as he padded into her living room.
“Hey now you listen to me you can’t just trolley on in here,” she said as she closed and locked her front door.
“Now you can stay the night if you want but tomorrow you’re going to have to go back.”
The look he gave her was priceless it spoke volumes.
“Ok so maybe you won’t but you’re going to have to go somewhere I can’t have people thinking I dognapped Mr. Wallace’s dog, besides they’ll never come around once they see you’re here, you scare them you know,” she reminded him.
