Skye
At lunch Lily, Dylan and I went to our usual spot. Felt a lot better with Dylan not in the hospital unconscious. Not saying I missed him being here or anything.. Anyways.
"You look so much happier now that Dylan's back at school with us." Lily commented. You just had to didn't you? Suppose that's her job as my best friend though.
"Pf. Just missed glaring at him being a zounderkite." I stated glaring at both of them. They both gave me a look that said they didn't believe me and Dylan "Mmmhmm'ed" me.
I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Kay fine. You're my boyfriend who was in the hospital for like a week what do you bloody expect." They smiled at me and Dylan reached over to stroke my hand while Lily looked triumphant with herself. I rolled my eyes again and said, "Anyways. Since I can teleport myself and others, why do we just sit here and not go to someone's house to have actual good, filling food?"
Dylan and Lily shrugged and Dylan answered amused, "Probably cause its pretty well tradition to come sit under this tree at lunch."
I sighed and flopped backward to lay in the grass and replied, "Fiiiiiiiinnneeee.. we'll stay here then. Was gonna get you guys milkshakes or somethin but I'll just save my money for myself then."
"I want a milkshake!" Dylan childishly exclaimed.
"Well too late three year old, the bell just rang for us to get back to class." I teasingly scoffed. My friends sighed and we all got up and went to class.
Once school was over I started Kelsey's training. She's doing really well, little slower than me but everyone has different learning paces and she's doing great anyways so whatever.
"Well, it's about time I go kill an asshole, I'd tell you why but it's up to Dylan the major eavesdropper over there." I stated after a few hours of her training. Kelsey looked confused and turned around to see Dylan open the door he lock picked open with a guilty look on his face. I rolled my eyes and shook my head and teasingly thought, 'smart ass three year old'.
I heard him chuckle in my head so I rolled my eyes again as Kelsey asked and looked back at me, "The fuck.? How could you even hear us from all the way over there?"
I shook my head again while Dylan replied, "You'd be surprised at how much voices can carry."
She thought for a moment then said, "Okay, I'll let you guys get to your murdering of a human male and go home to practice some more. See you later."
"Way to make it sound like a terrible thing, but see you later." I responded, slight amusement in my voice. I teleported her back to her bedroom then walked over to Dylan, shaking my head.
"What?" He asked.
I crossed my arms and answered, "You realize we would still know you're here after you opened the locked door. And that the door was locked for a reason. Like it was back at Luke's castle." I raised a brow as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. I chuckled and grabbed his arm to pull him out of the gym and towards the prison cells. He held my hand and stared at me with a big smile on his face. "Are you not the slightest bit scared, nervous or pissed about who you're about to see?" I teased, giving him a side glance.
"No."
"Why?" I asked and stopped walking to fully look at him.
His smile somehow grew as he simply answered, "Because I have you with me." I felt my cheeks get warm as I looked at our feet. Dylan lifted my face with his finger and gently kissed me. He pulled away and said, "Come on, let's go." I huffed and held his hand again as we finished our walk to his dad's cell.
"Wait here for a sec." I told him and continued by myself. His dad was sleeping so I grabbed two hammers out of my bag and slammed them against the bars repeatedly and endlessly yelled. He flailed around then fell onto the floor and groaned. "Sup asshole. How was your not peaceful nap?" I sarcastically asked, giving an innocent smile as I teleported my hammers to my bag and stuck my arms through the bars to have a slacked stance.
"What do you want psychotic bitch?" He growled at me as he slowly got up and sat on his bed.
I pretended to be offended and said like a pouty four year old, "Why such an angry tone? I thought you wanted me to scare the shit out of you and make you hurt your nonexistent penis even more." He glared daggers at me, causing me to end up smiling evilly. "Here I thought you'd like me so much more now that I've brought your son. Is the whole reason your stupid ass is here after all." I added in the same voice, making an innocent face.
He stood and demanded, "What are YOU here for then! Get my son you stupid bitch!"
"Ah ah ah," I stopped him, standing upright with my arms crossed, "first you have to pinky promise that you won't use any abusive words towards him. Which includes not bringing up any past things that'd be hurtful towards him." I kept up my innocent little girl attitude only to piss him off since I knew it was driving him nuts. He scoffed and refused so I stated, "Fine. No promise, no son. See you later when I come to slit your throat."
I took a step or two away and he stopped me by yelling, "Fine you fucking psycho. I promise I won't verbally hurt my son." I slid back to in front of his cell and pretended to think, hand to my chin.
"Okay." I said after a minute. Dylan then walked over and stood beside me, glaring at his dad.
"So I'm here. What the hell do you want asshole." He growled, FINALLY being pissed. Waited ages for this to happen, god damn.
"I've been looking everywhere for your mother. Where the hell did you three go?" He demanded, clearly not knowing about Violet.
Dylan obnoxiously laughed and spat, "As if I'd ever fucking tell you."
His dad slammed a fist on the cell bars and yelled, "Fucking tell me you stupid worthless child!" Within a two second time span I grabbed his arms, slammed his face into the bars and broke one of his arms.
"Don't fucking talk to him like that you stupid, pathetic, fucking waste of a human being." I growled over his screaming pain. "Now. He's going to ask you again. And this time you're going to give the right answer." I stated in my innocent little girl voice again.
"Why, are you fucking here." Dylan demanded again.
"Wanted to remind your mother what she's missing from not having me around." His father spat back, quite literally. What is with these people and always having to spit at us? Jesus. We both dodged and this time before I was able to violently react Dylan unlocked the cell and immediately punched the asshole in the face. Why was that so satisfying to see? His dad fell to the ground holding his face.
"So. You think you can turn the tables on me huh? Too bad I'm the one with lots more practice." He growled then attempted to make Dylan fall to the ground, obviously he ultimately failed and Dylan swiftly dodged and kicked his dad in the face, then in the crotch, which must have caused a hell of a lot more pain since as one may recall, I shot his dick off a few days ago.
"More like I'm the one with more practice, dumbass. How many years was I free from you? Around thirteen right? Been here ever since learning how to beat someone to a pulp without getting a single scratch. Taught how to snap someone's neck with ease. Shown how to be a fucking assassin. You can't fucking beat me OR mom anymore asshole. Now it's your fucking turn." Dylan spat, pissed as hell. I just kind of stood off to the side pretty much, silently, evilly laughing like heh heh heh heh heh heh... best entertainment I've had all month. Dylan then started kicking the shit out of his father but paused to look back at me and ask, "You wanna help? You've seen what he did." I walked over and helped kick the piece of shit curled on the floor in pain. Glad I wore my steel toes, as in I mentally switched my shoes. After a minute or two we stopped and Dylan grabbed a handful of his dad's hair then slammed his head into a wall.
"Haha well shit, I didn't know you were even able to be so violent. Have to say, would not be upset with seeing this side more often." I said, I should probably be in an asylum.... oh well. Dylan snorted with a small smirk on his face as he looked down at his almost dead father. "Hey." I quietly said to get him to look over at me. When he did I slipped a knife out of my sleeve and smiled. I handed it to him and after flipping his dad over he stabbed him in the stomach.
"No one's going to miss you or your bullshit." Dylan growled then pretty well chopped his dad's head off.
We stood staring at his body in silence until I commented, "Well damn. Where has THAT been this whole time?"
He chuckled at me and handed my knife back as he answered, "Pent up to be saved for this shit head." I gave a small smile and shook my head.
"Come on. Oh but first." I said then went and ripped the guys head fully off his body and threw it at the wall as hard as humanly possible. "Bitch." I stated then walked out of the cell. "Clean up on isle four again, now the guys just blown the fuck up." I called out to anyone able to hear. Dylan chuckled again and held my hand as we walked to a place where no one would see us teleport out of here, then went to my house to get cleaned up.