Ok, this one is super short :P But I made the ending before the start. So enjoy and I'll get the next one up faster. Also this story is tied to my other, I Will Control It. So please comment! (don't own the X-men)
Violet Yami 3
"Don't move filth," I hear a female voice say, I don't listen and I turn around to see the speaker.
She doesn't do anything, "Don't think I didn't hear you, I could hear you all the way from the basement. And smell you, you humans all reek the same odor."
I make a mental note to take a shower; I raise my gun, "So what's going to stop me from putting a bullet in you?"
"Because I bet I'm a better shot than you," she states raising her gun she had hidden behind her back. "All of my senses are heightened; my eyes can see every one of your movements in HD."
Keep my silenced gun up, was I willing to go head to with this girl? I answered with a shot aimed at her knees. She heard the grating of my trigger before the bullet fired, she fired a bullet at my head as she sidestepped left. I threw a pillow up as I let my knees collapse on me. The bullet hit the pillow, slightly slowing it down as it flew above my head. I spun around on the floor as I fired 4 bullets at the other girl, all aimed at her waist. She somersaulted away behind a bed.
"Well you have no bullets left in that gun. What are you going to do now? I can hear every one of your movement."
I closed my eyes thinking, and I suddenly got a brilliant idea. I started to scream at the top of my lungs, it even hurt my ears. I see the girl fall to the ground her hands clutching her ears. She has a look of pain on her face. I stand up and put two bullets in her knees, I hear her scream in pain and I wince at the pain I've caused.
"You're not supposed to have bullets left!"she cries in pain.
I kneel next to her, and pull out a new magazine, "I'm just special." As I flaunt the 8 bullets in the magazine and shove it into the gun.
"Someone's here!" a voice downstairs yells, and I hear the stomping of footsteps come upstairs.
The girl laughs, "See, now you're going to die."
"Fuck," I mutter and smash my gun into her head, knocking her out. I whip out my other gun and fling myself under the bed, not the greatest hiding spot, I know. In my hiding spot I peer through the crack at the door. What am I going to do? Oh this is going to turn out well, 1 human against like 5 mutants.
Two of them walk into my room and notice the two unconscious bodies of their comrades. Before I let them do anything, I fire my silenced gun into their kneecaps and before they even have time to think, they're out cold.
Quietly I slip downstairs, heading towards my parents, their safety the only thing on my mind.
"Well girl, I'm the only one left." The soft voices speaks.
I spin towards the voices, bother of my guns trained on the voices. It's a young boy, my age, with white hair and pinkish eyes.
"Sweetie! Run!" My father yells at me spitting up blood.
"Silent scum, we aren't pleased with your noise," the boy speaks with the voice of what seems like a 20 people, male and female. His pink eyes are slightly aglow and a wicked grin on his face.
"GO!" My father screams.
The boy takes no hesitation slapping my father with a crack of his hand. I wince and whimper, but my gun doesn't fall from my attacker. "You and your parents will join me. I shall take your souls like I took the others. Your knowledge becoming mine," the boy's eerie voices speaking slowly.
"Leave them alone," I try to speak quietly, my hands shaking. I look over at my unconscious mother.
"You are afraid. I'm not surprised. Do you know how I extract people's souls? I eat their brain," a crazy smile spreads across the insane boys face. With no warning the boy smashed his fist into my face and I fall back in pain. I feel blood drip off my chin; I don't bother to wipe at off as I easily dodge the boy jumping at me. I swiftly twist and slide my foot under the boy and he falls to the ground. Without hesitation I smash the backend of my gun into his ear, hard. He yelps in pain and grabs at my hair. I ignore the pain and hit him again with my gun. He doesn't flinch this time, he screams at me with an inhuman sound. He keeps a hold on my hair.
"Scum, you are not worthy of my time," the boy hisses, his eyes glowing, and glaring at me. I pull my head away and push his face away. His nails dig into my face and I can feels more blood dripping from wounds. I push myself up, smashing my gun into the boy's skull as I stand. "This world is for mutants now, die human scum!" the boy hisses, now standing up.
I fire a warning shot by his head and he stops walking towards me. "Why do you deserve to live? Why do you think you're better? Why are you doing this to us? YOU'RE A MONSTER!" I scream and I shove the gun in his face. I lose my fear for a minute, and the fury in my eyes must have scared him, for he stumbled and fell to the ground.
He quickly stands and regains his composure, "I am stronger than you human scum. I was born better. I'm doing to you because I can just take your house and money. You're weak and I can do whatever I want to you," the boy spoke in his voice of voices.
I was beyond scared now; I pressed the gun to his forehead. "You don't deserve to live. You mutants are truly monsters. I used to think you were just human," I say angrily, pushing the gun harder to his head.
"The boy smiles at me, "I am beyond human. And you are worthless and don't have the guts to actually kill me. I can see it in your eyes, you're weak."
My anger flares dangerously, "No, I'm just human." And then I pull the trigger.
