The Chosen One.
A Life is StrangeTM Fanfiction.
By Roisin Wallace.
"I held up my end of the bargain." I begin, my voice sinister and threatening, and I can actually see beads of sweat forming around Nathan's forehead. "So, now, it's time for you to hold up your end. What the fuck happened today? What was so important that you had to risk everything for, risk everything we've worked for?" The anger is boiling up inside of me, a raging fire that I no longer know if I can control and it terrifies me to my core. For just a second, perhaps even less, something passed over his eyes; fear and anxiety mixed into one perfect concoction that sent shivers of satisfaction down my spine. I slam the palms of my hands down on the principle's desk and he jumps, practically out of his seat. "Talk." This time it wasn't a question. It was a demand and it left him with no choice but to submit to me, answer my questions. More and more beads of sweat were forming and he opens his mouth a fraction, hesitantly, as though he feared my reaction. Well good, he ought to. I struggle to contain a chuckle, instead disguising it as a cough, a threatening one that said 'Hurry up. I'm waiting.'
"She was blackmailing me, okay!?" It was almost adorable to hear the fear in his voice as it rose up several octaves. "She-She knew it was me who drugged her that night." Well that was something I didn't expect at all. That, most certainly, was not a part of our plan. She was not chosen. I am suddenly furious.
"What were you thinking!? What was so important about that stupid slut punk that you had to throw away everything, everything we've worked for?!" I snarl, barely struggling to contain my voice to a reasonable level of volume. And then I can no longer contain it and I erupt, my emotions spilling over and my voice raising loud enough to waken the dead from their graves.
"Well?! Tell me. What was so important?!" By this point there was practically tears running down his cheeks but he hid his fear well, anyone who didn't know what we had been discussing wouldn't have been able to tell from his body language that this was a hostile and threatening situation. But I couldn't help my natural curiosity, this was something I had most definitely not expected. I just couldn't wrap my head around this whatsoever. Suddenly it's like Nathan is angry, and I'm intrigued as to why.
"I just wanted to be like you. I wanted to be able to take photographs like you, to be as good as you!" He roars, visibly shaking with the anger. My subconscious struggles to contain his laughter at this sudden outburst, but especially at the fact that he had the nerve, the audacity, to think that he could be anywhere near as good a photographer as me, a professional with masterpieces published countless times. He stands up suddenly, so quickly that he knocks his chair back behind him, sending it crashing back into the wall. His fists are clenched, his teeth gripped tightly together. "You don't understand! You're like a father to me! I just wanted to impress you." He pauses for breath, his cheeks red and eyes glaring. "No. That's not completely true. I needed to impress you. You had to see that I was worthy. That I was good enough to help with our plans." At this, I chuckles softly, unable to contain it any longer. Tsk tsk. How he didn't see how badly he fucked up this time was beyond me. I turn around slowly, so I am standing with my back to him, and fold my arms across my chest.
"Well you should have thought about that, shouldn't you?" My voice is soft and gentle, like honey. Definitely too gentle, it gives off a sinister vibe. "You should have at least picked a girl who had The Gift. Not some rebel teenager who has the highest chance of blabbing out of all the young women we've posed." I turn around, my eyes ablaze with anger and sigh deeply. "Also." My voice turns cold, and callous. "Never make the mistake again of thinking I am anything which resembles a father figure to you. You mean nothing to me. You're nothing more than a pathetic joke in my eyes, and your photography skills are even worse. You're a liability. A problem I'll eventually get around to disposing of." I smirk cruelly. "Just like I disposed of Rachel after you let me down yet again." The silence was deafening, you could probably hear a pin drop and for a split second I saw a flicker of pain, and betrayal in his once tough and hardened eyes. The silence lasted for at least another minute, the tension building up to an unbearable point, before Nathan attempted to walk around me, and out of the principal's office. On his way, I grab his arm, and spin him to face me, bringing his face so close that he could feel my breath on his cheek. "Don't forget." I threaten. "I'll be watching you." I release his arm, and watch him walk out of the room, and stand up from where I was perched on the edge of Principal Wells' desk. Damn right I'll be watching him. I can't afford for him to fuck up with my precious Max the same way he fucked up with Rachel… Poor Rachel. She never even saw him coming. But neither will Max if I have my way…
