AN: sorry about the late update, but i've got several chapters waiting, that i'll update with intervals, quite short ones.
Also, this is important, my beta is completely MIA, so i've edited the chapter myself, and i'm not that good at it, though i hope that you will like it anyway.
And, for those that read the bitchy witch..., i will be replacing that story with a harry potter one, So Different, So Alike.
A week later, in gym.
The substitute teacher was a fuckin' joke.
First, she says that we're playing dodge ball, girls versus boys. Then she says, to be fair, that us boys would have to shoot in order.
Though that hadn't mattered, in the beginning, until the girls stopped throwing (they're good at ducking, and that really shows of their breasts) and we only had one fuckin' ball left, and John was gonna throw.
"You better hit, ass!" some sixth-grader yelled. Yeah, we have gym together with the sixth-graders. And they're all stupid.
You could see John's forehead shine with sweat from all the 'peer-pressure'. A big fuckin' lie if you ask me. Peer-pressure doesn't exist, you can do what the fuck you want, no peers pressing you.
Well, John threw the ball, and missed. The substitute teacher whistled.
"Girls win! You and you," she said, pointing at me and a sixthgrader named Aaron Jones. "Stay behind!" What the fuck?
Numerous complaints were voiced, the best was Simon's:
"What sort of fuckin' racist are you, bitch?"
She didn't react, at all. No detention, nothing.
Then, as the rest of the students left, I looked more closely at the substitute's face.
A monster, no demon, ripped the head from coach Smith.
"Coach Smith's dead?" I asked.
"Duck!" Aaron Jones called, and pushed me to the gound as an energyball whizzed past our heads. I looked up just in time to see the demon who had killed Coach Smith shimmer in.
The demon's tongue shot out of his mouth like a frog's would. I shimmered away to behind the substitue teacher and tried to hit her with an fireball, but she ducked.
She hit me on the nose, and fuckin' fuck ow! I hit back, but she dodged again. I shot a blue line of fire at her, and she went up in flames.
The boy shot a line of blue fire at me. It felt as if I was melting.
I'm never gonna do that ever the fuck again.
All the while, Aaron and the other demon were fighting, i.e. Aaron shimmered all over the place and the demon followed.
The demon's tongue strangled Aaron.
I had to fuckin' do something.
"Here!" I yelled, and while Aaron shimmered away from me, the demon shimmered to me. When his tongue flew out of his mouth I ducked, put my hands on his stomach and directed my 'emotions' into them, causing him to burst into flames.
Aaron shimmerd in front of me.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I really am. Are you a witch?" he asked.
"I'm fine, what about you?" I asked.
"I'm fine, too."
"Amazing," I said and we walk to the lookers.
Aaron tried to make a conversation, but I just brushed him off.
Fuck.
"What did she want?" Simon asked when Aaron and I stepped into the dressing room.
"Nothing much, just wanted to kill us. This school should start doing their fuckin' job," I said.
"It wasn't that bad, was it? Aaron?"
"The school do need to start doing their job," he murmured. I took of my pants and shirt.
"What's that?" John asked, pointing at my stomach where the fireballmark still was. It wasn't as bad as it first was, but fuck.
How could I have forgotten it?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Well, you know me John," I said, pulling of my shoes and socks, taking a towel and went to take a shower.
"It looks sort of bad," Aaron say as he joins me in the shower.
"Sort of? It looks like you dropped a pan or something on your fuckin stomach!" Simon exclaims.
"Maybe I did Simon."
"You did?"
"You were the one who asked."
"Stop fighting, will you?" John said. "Have you gotten anyone to look at it Ben?"
"What do you think?" I ask as I step out of the shower and start to dry myself with my towel.
"I was just asking, you have acted strange lately."
"Yeah, and that's the exact fuckin' reason to not care about myself lately, isn't it?"
"You could buy pain-killers at the drugstore today. Gina's going to dye her hair," John informed me.
"But if you're gonna bail on us again, Ben, that's not fuckin' okay," Simon said.
I nodded.
When I was finished, we all met up outside school.
"We're going to the drucgstore," Gina announce.
"I know."
"You do?" Gina asks. I nodded.
And off we went, the little merry band.
"What are you gonna buy?" Simon ask Gina.
"I'm gonna buy some dye for my hair, anyone else need anything?"
"Pain killers," I say.
"Because you dropped a pan on your stomach?" Simon asks.
"What the fuck?" Gina asks.
"I never said I fuckin' did that! No, it's for my stupid migraines. Little motherfuckers they are."
"Ah, those hurt," Gina says.
"Have you ever gotten one?" I ask.
"Eh, no."
"I used to get headaches all the time before I got glasses. Are you having a hard time seeing?" John, the geeky nerd, asked.
"No, John. 's no big deal."
"Stop talking to him and talk to me instead. Do you think that I should really get pink, or should I go with green instead?" gina asks.
"Maybe you shouldn't dye your hair?" John suggested.
"Eh, no. I'll dye my hair, I want to shock people, okay? Ooh, maybe orange?"
"Like fire?" I asked.
"That'd be cool," Simon said.
"Really? You think?"
"No, you should maybe get blue instead," I told her.
"Blue would look really good on you, Ben, but not on me." Gina shook her head.
"I know! Purple," John said, as if he'd gotten the best idea of the century.
"That's a good idea, John. Now we'll just have to see what the drugstore has to offer."
The drugstore only made Gina's decision harder, especially when Simon decided to go with pink.
"What? But you can't fuckin' do that!"Gina stomped her foot.
"But take black, isn't that what Bill Kaulitz have?" I wanted to gag. Tokio hotel= shit, crap, cunt-stuff. Dead Kennedys, Bad Religion, Teenage Bottlerocket etc= amazing, it will rock your fuckin' world.
"Not that again," Gina complained. "You know what? I'll go with green."
"Finally." John breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then we're going to Simon's so that I can dye my hair," Gina said, and John looked crushed.
"Am I the only one with a curfew?"
"Nope, but the only one who cares," Gina answered.
John rolled his eyes.
We walked to Simon's, 'cause Gina's was out of the question after the first disastrous visit we had had there.
John's wasn't really a place to go to if you were gonna dye hair, and my place was overrun by people in various stages of crazy.
After having some hours of fun, Simon and Gina dying their hair, I went home.
Walking.
Shimmer...
I stop. What the fuck? Hello? Jerk? Asshole? Some fuckin' voice in my head?
Belthazor never said...
Hey, I don't know any Belthazor, so fuck off.
Flame home... Faster...
True, I guess. Who the fuck are you?
No answer.
Oh fuck, I'm going crazy. Insane. More insane than mom.
Cole. I have to talk to Cole.
I shimmer into his penthouse, and what a surprise, he's sitting at his laptop.
"Who the fuck is Belthazor?" I ask. Yes, I lack tact.
He start. "Belthazor? Why, he tried to kill you?"
"No, but I got a voice in my head who mentioned him."
You don't know... He's him...
"You're Belthazor?" I laugh. What a silly name.
"The Source, I assume?" Cole asks. What the fuck?
Always was smart... He's killed, Ben... Did you know?
A splitting pain goes through my skull.
I pull out some tylenol from the bag, hurries into the kitchen and swallow some pills with water.
"Ben, don't listen to him," Cole tells me, having followed me to the kitchen.
"Well, why the fuck not? He's not keeping secrets."
"Ben, don't let him in. He'll take over your life, you, everything. We have to get him out of you."
He wants me back... The power that comes... Have demons worship him...
"You've had him too, haven't you?"
"Ben, he ruined my life. You don't want him to get a hold of you."
"Like he got a hold of you?"
I didn't really get a hold of him...
"Magic's fuckin' up my life," I tell Cole.
AN: did you like? I know that it's an abrupt ending, but at the time i thought that that was a good place to end the chapter, and i still think so, sorta.