I grinned down at the paper in my hands. "This will be so fun!" I squeal happily.
'It will be tough.' noted one of the voices.
'Doubtless.' agreed another.
'But it will be fun!' giggled a third.
'Can we watch him bleed?' gasped a fourth sadistically.
'Listen to his screams of pain?' sighed a voice dreamily.
'Taste his terror?'
'Smell his horror?'
'Feel his ... um... fear?' tried one voice.
The others sighed inside my head, disappointed at the one. 'Try, Eight. Try.' grumbled one.
"Oh, be quiet!" I snickered. "We can do all of that!"
Cheers erupted in my head. I smiled and slid a knife out of my pocket. I threw it at a portrait on the wall of a teen, with chestnut hair and striking blue eyes.
I am coming for you, Oliver Atkinson.
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So, this was a fun chapter to make! A new, twisted character has been introduced! What beef do they have against Oliver? Who is this new person?
All new questions to be answered later in the story!
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Oleander {Being Rewritten, Please Have Patience}
FantasyThe Atkinson family is one of many families with flairs, a thing that is different about them. Some flairs are simple things, like baking cakes that makes one recall a certain memory, or hearing background music. Others are less simple, and are more...
