"Fuck, I hate you, I really do. Seeing you pleading just wants me to clam up and shut my mouth forever." I smirked at her.
"You really are a monster?!" Lauren asked me with disbelief.
"Yeah, I am. It is SO MUCH EASIER THAN TO SHALLOW YOUR BULLSHIT!" I yelled at her, before slapping the glass as well.
"I HAVE WARNED HER, I CRIED LIKE A BITCH FOR HER TO STAY, AND YOU TELL ME IT WAS MY FAULT? HAVE YOU LOST IT? YOU IGNORE ME AND DON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME FOR YEARS, YOU DUMB BITCH?" I slammed the table and saw her flinch, her movable chair on the other side slid a bit away.
"GET YOURSELF A NEW IDENTITY WITH ALL YOUR FUCKED-UP MONEY?! EVEN A THREE-THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD MUMMY IS ON MY SIDE, BUT YOU COME HERE TO FUCK UP MY DAY?!"
Again slamming the table, I also punched the glass.
"FUCK THIS SHIT, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE, DID YOU ALL GO CRAZY?! YOU THINK I KILLED A RANDOM GIRL, WHEN A FUCKING MONSTER ATE HER? YOU TELL ME IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I DID IT?" Punching against the bulletproof glass repeatedly, I saw Lauren stand up, crying, and take a few steps back. She held her hands before her mouth, looking at me as if I really were some kind of monster.
"THE FUCKING WORLD CAN GO TO HELL! GO ALL DIE, WHAT DO I CARE ABOUT YOU FUCKERS?" My fists did nothing to the bulletproof glass, but I didn't stop. I knew any moment guards would come and slam me on the table again, but even after my fit continued, there were no one stopping me. My fists were bloody when I finally got a grip again and looked around. The room on my side was empty, besides guards having drawn their weapons pointing at me.
On the other side of the glass stood Lauren, looking at me in sheer terror, the room on her side empty as well.
What is this?
Looking up, I saw the cameras, which naturally were in each visiting-room in prison.
Is this a fucking set-up to provoke me into using my ability? The room cleared, weapons on me and my sister, who tries to get me angry?
"Hahahaha. You know what?! Fuck this." I sat down again, trying to suppress the fear and fury inside me.
"Yeah. Fuck this." I laid my head on the table in my arms, feeling empty and devastated.
They want to pressure me. The sleazy guy, the white room with an outlook of emptiness and boredom, my fucking sister who hadn't talked to me in forever.
Ah, I feel so chocked up, I just wanna bawl my eyes out. I have not that strong of a psychological state to withstand their shit.
Straightening up, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, waiting. I will now officially wait for the world to end, I don't give a fuck anymore. When I am a chief and free man, they can all go and fuck themselves.
"Can I go back to my cell?" I turned around and asked the guys with their weapons drawn. Useless. Who even thought about these dumb plans? Give me a normal deal, or at least hear me out. You believe I am able to do magical things, but you don't believe in a parallel world.
Bullshit, I call that.
I ignored Lauren's state like she had ignored me all these years and raised my bloody hands, waiting to get cuffed.
When they finally came to me and did their jobs, I directly told them that there was no need for the hospital ward, and that I wanted back now. However, it was lunchtime, so it was time to ask Teddy to fuck off as well.
Being brought in with visibly bloody hands, got me more looks than usually. Teddy was sitting at 'our' table, as nobody took them after I sat there.
I got my food and sat down by his side, my cellmate already waiting in his seat. These two...nobody would have thought they would sit one day together.
I stuffed my mouth with food and conjured my knife up.
"I know you haven't wanted to have this thing." I motioned to his forehead with my fork, using the left hand to eat.
"However, I got the inkling you want me to free you from your old club. You are getting my mate and me in danger. Stop it, go away."
Teddy chuckled, not stopping to eat,
"I think you will have no choice, they are already pissed, and not only at me. Look, I don't mean harm, but I need—"
Before he finished the sentence, I rammed my knife in his tight, simultaneously conjuring up a needle, under the table. When I gripped it, I threw it on the floor, conjuring another one up. I felt my head going dizzy, but finally, I managed to get three things out of the window at once. Simultaneously, the gigantic man had blanched at the shock, then grabbed at the spot where the knife should be, finding nothing. The blood that had poured out, was again gone as well, together with my two needles and knife. The more I conjured up, the shorter their time to last in the present.
I grabbed Teddy's collar and pulled him down to me, he was frozen in shock,
"Stop this shit, or lose your dick."
I pushed him back, but he was unmoving. He was sweating from the pain and, probably not liking knives after he went through, but I also don't like to get used after what I went through. So fuck you.
Now, with a scar and a hole in his pants, but without any visible signs of a stab wound, besides a scar that was covered by his pants, he stood up and instinctively limped (though unnecessary) back to his gang.
My mate looked at me in worry.
I nodded at him,
"I know. Let them come, I got it."