A/N: Just to clarify something in case there's any confusion: I'm changing the rating of this story to M because there's a lot more swearing than usual (duh, we're in Sorceress's P.O.V. and she swears in almost every sentence).
The bell rings and I shove everything into my school bag before darting out of the classroom as quickly as possible. Recess is different to the mornings. The other idiots in this school still try to stay as far as possible from me, but I'm pretty much in the middle of a stampede. As soon as I make it outside I head straight for my favourite place in the whole school. The far wall of the performing arts building with the large flat rock that forms a seat, trees blocking the space from view except for the spot where one of the trees were knocked over during a bad storm. Just as I make it to the performing arts building, I'm pushed into the wall by something and I grit my teeth against the pain and the blood I can taste on my bottom lip.
"Fuck!" I exclaim. Looking up, Josh and Bill's grinning faces stare down at me. I can't help but glare and the two snigger as they look down at me.
"Oh, Witch isn't in a good mood!" Josh says and Bill laughs. I feel like strangling the both of them. They're laying the bullying on thick today, seriously, they did this all through class until the bell.
"Yeah," Bill remarks, "Hope she doesn't put a curse on us!" I feel my fists clench at my sides as I shakily get to my feet.
No. The voice from earlier warns calmly. Don't. You've been in two fights this week. Suddenly Josh cuts off his laughter, a cruel frown on his face, and Bill cuts off his laughter as well.
"Seriously." Josh continues, voice low, "Why d'ya even show ya face 'round here? Ev'ryone hates you." I look down at the ground. I don't want to hear this.
"Freak." Bill adds in the same tone before shoving me into the wall again. The world spins and grows fuzzy for a moment as I collapse onto the cement. Josh and Bill both share a chuckle as they see the blood.
"Leave me alone!" I shout, but Josh and Bill just laugh.
"You're always gonna be alone!" Bill declares, "No one'll ever give a shit about the witch!" My fists clench again. The voice is silent. But this time, I feel a faint tingling in my hands. Pins and needles? How the hell am I getting pins and needles? Edging up the wall, I give Josh and Bill another glare, but this time, they don't laugh. They don't even smile. My eyes grow wide. They only ever not smile during my torment when…
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Please no.
Bill disappears for a moment and comes back holding two sticks. Not the kind you'd usually find lying on the ground, these are wooden poles you'd get from the hardware store. He gives one to Josh and I shrink back as they raise the sticks. The last time they did this I had to go to hospital with a broken leg and head trauma. Josh steps forward and hits me right in the ribs before Bill steps forward and swings the stick at the same leg he broke last time. I scream as I fall to the ground and Josh and Bill cackle like demons. I barely manage to drag myself back up the wall, one hand on my probably bruised ribs, trying to hide the tears starting down my face.
Why? Why are they doing this to me? I've never done anything to them! I've never done anything to anyone in this entire fucking school!
I feel a surge of anger. The tingling turns into a wave of warmth and my hands suddenly burst into flame. Josh, Bill and me all let out a cry and jump back.
What the hell is going on? Everything seems to take on an orangey hue, like I'm looking through orange cellophane. But that's not the freakiest part.
I look down at my hands and the fire, marvelling it.
The fire isn't hurting me. I think I…I think I made it.
Looking up, I finally notice how terrified Josh and Bill are. I feel a wicked grin inch its way onto my face, a grin that feels natural and unforced, as natural and unforced as breathing.
This could be fun.
"Brings new meaning to calling yourself hot doesn't it?" I ask and the two slowly start to back away.
"She is a witch!" Bill yells. I grin that same grin again and the fire seems to glow brighter.
A witch? Who, me?
Josh and Bill's eyes are as wide as dinner plates. I take a quick step forward and they jump back, tumbling over their own feet and falling flat on their arses. I laugh as wickedly as the grin on my face before I realise something. I have new power, I now have the power, snatched from the two that have caused me the most strife since I came to this stupid city.
"Imagine what would happen if you pissed me off again." I purr and Josh shakes his head quickly, the two of them looking like scared rabbits or mice.
"No it won't happen again!" Josh replies.
Burn them anyway. Teach them a lesson. A voice in my head speaks up, but this isn't the one that usually speaks. The usual voice is always giving instructions, helping me through the day. This one is just…evil. Like the old one is my shoulder angel, while this new one is my shoulder devil.
"Good." I growl instead before narrowing my orange tinted eyes, "I'll give you a five-second head start." Josh and Bill both nod before scrambling up and running away, almost treading on each other trying to get away.
A/N: WHA HA HA HA HA! Evil little super-witch! Okay, now that I've calmed down a bit, I'd just like to give a little fun fact: Because Josh and Bill shattered her left leg when she was younger, Sorceress sometimes loses all feeling in her left leg. Just a little FYI.