You turn towards Nora and snatch the red crab underwear from her hands. You wonder why people are even allowed to put things as tacky as this on the rack. "Yeah?"
"I-I think we're being stalked."
You stop browsing. "What."
"I, feel as though someone has been watching me. I felt it yesterday and-"
"Yesterday? And you didn't tell me?" You demanded.
Nora shrank into herself and and you immediately felt like shit. "I-I didn't want to bother you and..."
You pull her into a hug and rub her back as she starts to cry. Your eyes scan over her shoulder and immediately spot some guy standing over by the shirt racks. It was Patch, that fucker. The asshole has been stalking your friends for the past few weeks. Repeated calls to the principal, the coach, and even to the police did no good. No one was willing to take Nora into account; everyone seemed to be pushing her and Patch together. If this were one of those teen novels that you read on occasion, you would say that it was as though the universe itself wanted the two to be together. But this wasn't a teen novel, this was real life. And Patch was a creepy ass motherfucker. Worse, a creepy ass inhuman motherfucker.
Yeah, you knew he wasn't human. The asshole didn't even attempt to hide it, and if it wasn't for the possible back-lash that might have come from it, you would have shouted the truth to the rooftops. You weren't sure what he was or what he was capable of; for all you knew there could be a whole community of things like him who would not take kindly to a teen girl spouting their intimate secrets. You suspected that he was capable of mind control, even mind reading. It would explain why everyone was acting so strange, and why nothing seemed to work in Nora's favor lately.
You weren't sure what the hell he was, but you knew he had weaknesses. Holy symbols for one, which indicated that he was demonic in nature. He seemed to get a headache whenever he came near a cross, and didn't seem to be able to work his mind mojo on people who were wearing them. You often wore a cross underneath your shirt; it was a gift from your grandmother before she died, and you haven't taken it off since then. You were never more grateful for your grandmother when that fucker tried to fuck with your mind a few days ago.
The fucker probably though he was getting a headache from Molly, a Catholic who was dozing off beside them at the time. You weren't as sure of his mind control at the time, and you went up to him to tell him to back off from your friend. He started yelling at you, screaming for the whole class to hear when... something happened, and everyone just suddenly turned and walked away. Then he grabbed you by the head, looked into your eyes and said something in a weird language. You were so shocked that you just stood there and blinked. He apparently thought his attempt at mind rape worked because he just walked away after that.
Holy water was another weakness he had. The shit was like acid to him, something she found out when she "accidentally" spilled some water on him at lunch. There was the smell of burning skin, and everyone turned to him as he jumped up and started cursing. Patch had turned to you, so full of rage that you honestly felt like you wanted to run. You managed to keep the facade up though, and rattled off the excuse you had prepared in advance. Molly had given you some holy water and you accidentally got it mixed up with real water. Patch had seemed satisfied, before wiping everyone's memories again.
You made sure to never conduct such risky experiments again though. Patch had his eye on you for months after that. It was only when you started turning the "ditzy bimbo" charm up a few notches that he went back to what he was doing.
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Spitefic: Bitch Please (Part 1)
Date: 2015-05-19 12:05 am (UTC)You turn towards Nora and snatch the red crab underwear from her hands. You wonder why people are even allowed to put things as tacky as this on the rack. "Yeah?"
"I-I think we're being stalked."
You stop browsing. "What."
"I, feel as though someone has been watching me. I felt it yesterday and-"
"Yesterday? And you didn't tell me?" You demanded.
Nora shrank into herself and and you immediately felt like shit. "I-I didn't want to bother you and..."
You pull her into a hug and rub her back as she starts to cry. Your eyes scan over her shoulder and immediately spot some guy standing over by the shirt racks. It was Patch, that fucker. The asshole has been stalking your friends for the past few weeks. Repeated calls to the principal, the coach, and even to the police did no good. No one was willing to take Nora into account; everyone seemed to be pushing her and Patch together. If this were one of those teen novels that you read on occasion, you would say that it was as though the universe itself wanted the two to be together. But this wasn't a teen novel, this was real life. And Patch was a creepy ass motherfucker. Worse, a creepy ass inhuman motherfucker.
Yeah, you knew he wasn't human. The asshole didn't even attempt to hide it, and if it wasn't for the possible back-lash that might have come from it, you would have shouted the truth to the rooftops. You weren't sure what he was or what he was capable of; for all you knew there could be a whole community of things like him who would not take kindly to a teen girl spouting their intimate secrets. You suspected that he was capable of mind control, even mind reading. It would explain why everyone was acting so strange, and why nothing seemed to work in Nora's favor lately.
You weren't sure what the hell he was, but you knew he had weaknesses. Holy symbols for one, which indicated that he was demonic in nature. He seemed to get a headache whenever he came near a cross, and didn't seem to be able to work his mind mojo on people who were wearing them. You often wore a cross underneath your shirt; it was a gift from your grandmother before she died, and you haven't taken it off since then. You were never more grateful for your grandmother when that fucker tried to fuck with your mind a few days ago.
The fucker probably though he was getting a headache from Molly, a Catholic who was dozing off beside them at the time. You weren't as sure of his mind control at the time, and you went up to him to tell him to back off from your friend. He started yelling at you, screaming for the whole class to hear when... something happened, and everyone just suddenly turned and walked away. Then he grabbed you by the head, looked into your eyes and said something in a weird language. You were so shocked that you just stood there and blinked. He apparently thought his attempt at mind rape worked because he just walked away after that.
Holy water was another weakness he had. The shit was like acid to him, something she found out when she "accidentally" spilled some water on him at lunch. There was the smell of burning skin, and everyone turned to him as he jumped up and started cursing. Patch had turned to you, so full of rage that you honestly felt like you wanted to run. You managed to keep the facade up though, and rattled off the excuse you had prepared in advance. Molly had given you some holy water and you accidentally got it mixed up with real water. Patch had seemed satisfied, before wiping everyone's memories again.
You made sure to never conduct such risky experiments again though. Patch had his eye on you for months after that. It was only when you started turning the "ditzy bimbo" charm up a few notches that he went back to what he was doing.