Secrets and Things (MxM)

Chapter 14 - Why do I tire of counting sheep? (Please take me away from here)

"You are dishonouring the name of Doflamingo. I just want you to know that."

Chase clearly had zero clue what I was on about but she got that it was an insult, hence the sudden outburst of screaming in her annoyingly American-accented, high pitched voice (it literally hurts my ear drums).

"YOU SAID YOU HAD AN ODDITY. WHY AREN'T YOU USING IT? ARE YOU SCARED? DID YOU LIE?"

I, on the other hand, responded quite calmly, especially considering the handicap. "I do possess one yes. Never said I planned on using it though. It would be a waste of time and energy in all honesty."

"YOU'RE LOOKING DOWN ON ME! HOW- WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? LOOKING DOWN ON ME. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT, FOUR EYES. TRASH LIKE YOU DESERVE TO BURN."

"With all due respect, I think I already answered who I am."

That, apparently, was the wrong answer 'cause she wrapped a shit ton of string around the pole I was standing on and pulled. Hard. This caused the pole to creak and bend forward whilst simultaneously helping me lose balance, which as a consequence caused me to come back down and land behind her (I leaped in time). She's been staring at the stupid pole coming down and I took the chance to note that I was standing on her shadow's head. Shadow? Where the fuck is a shadow coming from under the night sky? The moon isn't bright enough to create even a vague one. I looked around for the cause and found that the fairy light's bulbs were a lot brighter than most. Found the cause... wait shadow... there's a shadow! I can use this as a fake and disguise to secretly attack her from the inside.

How the question is, does she have a shit ton of hatred and dark thoughts that I can mess with...? PFFFFTTT who am I kidding. I can bet on my life that the amount of hatred she has is as big as my dignity and pride combined. Which means I can actually fight back. I guess I lied to her when I said she wasn't worth the energy. Because a shit ton is about to be eaten up.

With that thought finished, Beatrice coincidentally turned to face me, ready to attack me with her one of her very few moves. With a quick look down, in order to ensure I was standing on the head of her shadow, and send a quick thank you to god (A/N Nero seems religious at this point. He is not religious. He is very much an atheist. Which is kind of ironic ngl, considering Nero's power, which hasn't been properly explained...) for giving her shitty reflexes, I shouted out while pointing at her forehead. I also made sure I shuffle my feet at the same time to make it look like it was doing something. It wasn't by the way. I look like a shuffling idiot. I feel like a fucking idiot. How did I get here again?

"το μίσος στο σκοτάδι, καταναλώνεις το μυαλό σου" (to mísos sto skotádi, katanalóneis to myaló sou)

Chase froze in her stance for a solid ten seconds before she clutched at her pink dyed hair and screamed a scream of agony. She dropped to her knee and the strings that were once floating around her dissipated into the air.

"ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT DID YOU DO? IT HURTS. MAKE IT STOP. MAKE IT STOP. WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH?"

Legs shuffling and finger out, I answered her pained query. "well. I have the power to manipulate shadows and such. So I just connected you to your shadow so everything your shadow feels, you feel. As you can see, I'm intensely shuffling my feat against your head so that might explain the pain." That entire explanation was a lie and I'm honestly surprised came up with it in 30 seconds. Just to feel better about myself since I'm lying like Pinocchio, I'll explain what is actually happening... in my head. I simply gathered all the internal hatred you have and turned them all into pure darkness and evil. I then got said evil to consume and overtake your mind. Sounds pretty look, except it takes a shit ton of my energy and control so I don't actually kill you. Anyway, the spell should be giving you a sensation of a migraine but amplified 10x and intense throbbing. Actually, the more hatred present, the more intense the "treatment" is. It's so bad, everything turns black and makes yourself feel like you're stuck in a small cupboard. Therefore, if you think about it, the shuffling is absolute bullshit. But you currently can't think straight so I don't blame you. Speaking of shuffling, if I weren't tryna fake anything, I wouldn't need to move in my spot and only needed my finger to get this shit over with. Now I look like buffoon who's lowkey dancing while someone is in pain. This ain't no Party Rock Anthem MV and I look sadistic. I refuse to have any similarities with Matthew.

"MAKE IT STOP! I DEMAND YOU TO MAKE IT STOP. I'LL LET YOU GO SO SUCH STOP GRINDING ON MY BRAIN."

Not satisfied with the plea, I didn't make a move of removing the spell and looked at her with discontent plus boredom. I felt my eyes begin to droop from the day's exhaustion and my power being sapped out.
My mouth was kept as a neutral line. "That's not the right answer."

Beatrice hesitated a bit before screaming out in pain again. She tried alleviating it by clawing at the grass and biting her lips so hard that blood began to leak out from the cuts. Her breathing was frantic, short but heavy and tears were dribbling out of her eyes. I randomly heard creaking from behind me and before I could check it out, my attention was drawn back to her pleads.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I'LL GIVE YOU MONEY. A LOT OF IT. ANYTHING YOU WANT"

"Wrong. Try again"

"... I'M SORRY. SO SORRY. I'LL DO BETTER. I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE AND EVERYONE ELSE AROUND YOU. JUST MAKE IT STOP AND LEAVE ME ALONE... please..."

"ding ding ding. Apologising was the correct answer! το κακό εξαφανίζεται." (to kakó exafanízetai) Beatrice stopped screaming and freezes momentarily. She looked up to meet my eyes to gauge my emotions, only to find coldness and a sense of uncaring. She gulped and hoarsely states, "you... are... psychotic..." before her eyes rolled back and she slumped on to the plastic grass. I approached her body and checked for her pulse on her neck. Still there. Still got it.

I stood back up and stretched out my arms and shook out my legs, causing some of my bones to crack. I launch into a muttered monologue for only myself to hear.

"Thank fuck that's over. I really didn't want to use that on her. It's more a torture method than a method of physically stopping someone... although it did the job regardless. But in my defense, I legit had no other options. Everything was either too flashy or not flashy but risky to use. So with that in mind, I apologise Chase. You did not deserve that much pain. You deserved pain yes but not that much. Now comes the next issue... how the shit do I cover this up? I have a shit ton of witnesses and my boss got involved. Moreover, I did this without Aiden's consent. Oh my god, Aiden is going to- wait a minute. Boss sir... I need to deal with them."