Elsa's Pov
The crowd made way for Blake and I. Some dared to cheer," Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Violence is never the answer, I recalled my parents words as they gave their children this lesson nine years ago.
Violence is never the answer.
"Hey! She's new here she doesn't know anything! Stop! Please!" I heard Michael at the back exclaiming.
Blake walked towards me. I saw his eyes, eyes anger with fury. Red in the face, face the color of an over-ripe tomato, red as a brick, eyes squinting meanly, developed a tic. Eyes looked like they might pop out, fists clenched, hard staring eyes, torrent of rage, tiny bubbles of froth forming at the corners of the mouth, face contorted with the venomous outburst, brewing anger like tea in a pot or like a storm out at sea, anger boiling up inside.
My hands trembled with fear as I dropped my camera into the ground.
"Please, don't." I begged.
I felt a cold chill ran through me. I held out my covered hand in shock. Pulsing from my fingertips is a strange, bright light. I clench my fist, my nails digging into my palms. It was happening again.
My mouth is filled with the coppery tang of blood, and it feels like fire is rushing through my veins. I moan as my vision shifts and the world erupts with colors. At first, it hurts, but then I'm suddenly filled with confidence and power.
This is my magic.
This is my life.
Out of control.
Emotions. Out of control.
Fear. Pain. Anger.
Blake was about to strike me down with his fist when I could no longer control it anymore.
"Stop!" I screamed at the top of my lunges and watched the painful familiarity of the flickering blue lights bursting out of me.
Everything went normal. Everyone froze in fear as they watched Blake. His fist hung in the air. His face froze with his expression of violence. He was motionless. I didn't know what to say, what to do. Never had I experience more embarrassing moments like this. For a moment, my mind blanked completely. I knew these kind of things would happen again. I just knew it. I once again looked at my hands. They've worked, just like every other times.
"Put your hands down!" I comanded.
Blake obeyed my words like a dog. He shifted his arms frantically to his sides, but his expression was not what everyone expects him to react. He, and so was everyone else in the crowd, was clueless on what was happening. Only I knew what came to Blake's senses.
"Now, go and help Michael up." I continued.
He walked over to the victim and obeyed the second time. I could tell that Blake was using his muscles to disobey my commands but the crowd did not notice a thing.
"Thank you very much." Michael replied to Blake in a rude tone. He quickly wiped the cake frosting off his shirt and face.
I sighed in a relief, losing the control of Blake stop obeying. Everyone was quiet for a minute.
"What just happened?" Blake recovered and asked in confusion.
When he noticed me, he suddenly tremored, "Come on, guys. Let's get outta here." With his minions, he ran away. Fast!
"There's nothing to see here, everyone. Go." I heard Peter from among the crowd assured.
I could still hear mumbling from them. My mind was lost. I felt like crying. I felt like going to Blake and punch his already rotten face. Yet all I could do was to stand there as my eyes stared into space, reflecting on what I have done.
"E?" Liv whispered from behind.
I realised that my friends were watching me with their worried eyes. I don't know what came across me, maybe it was a thing that I always did when I wanted to hide my fear, but I ran to the classroom corridor, eyes a little watery.
"E, wait!" I heard Liv call.
Someone was running after me but that only made me ran faster.