Chapter 4
The alarm clock buzzed out that same annoying buzzing sound it did every morning. Celestia groggily reached over and slammed down on the button to shut it up. Realizing that today she had to go to school again, she flung back the covers and went to get ready.
Soft moans came from the bedroom across the hall. Celestia groaned to herself and went downstairs. The soft moaning, she knew, was coming from her father's slut. They had arrived after the police had called them and told them Madeline was dead and Celestia was in need of a guardian. Since her father, Brain Noble, was out of work and had no home, he jumped at the chance to come back to his ex-wife's home, especially since Madeline could no longer nag at him.
And of course, he had to bring his slut.
Celestia made a face at the memory of her father's girlfriend's arrival. Her name was Mykaila Landry, or as Celestia christianed her, Miss America Skank. When she arrived, she was wearing a tube top that hardly covered her 38D cup breasts and a short skirt, which was very revealing, especially when she bent over.
Celestia suspected she bent over a lot.
Mykaila was smiling so much, it made her want to bitchslap the woman across the face. She cooed at the teenager, made it look like she was a toddler that was learning how to walk. Celestia quickly gave her a glare and Mykaila backed off.
And for four straight hours last night, it was nothing but moaning, banging and screaming. An obvious audio for what went on behind Madeline's old bedroom door.
"Disgusting."
Celestia sighed and made herself some breakfast. The smell of waffles soon flooded the kitchen and it wasn't long before they were consumed. She was just about to head back upstairs but Mykaila stood in her way.
"What'cha doin' up so early?"
"Getting ready for school. Duh," Celestia snapped.
Mykaila tilted her head. "School? What for? I never went to school."
"Why, did you fail?"
"Why you little-!" Mykaila started to threaten Celestia, but the steel eyed teenager silenced her with a frown. The twenty three year old woman just turned around and went back to her room.
Satisfied with intimidating her father's whore, Celestia quickly pulled on some clothes and stuffed her bag. She combed her hair and added her mood stone necklace, for obvious reasons. Grabbing ten dollars and stuffing it in her pocket, she fled the house.
"Bye, I'm off to school!" she shouted, making sure to slam the door on her way out.
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Mornings usually followed a typical routine. Celestia would walk up the path to the doors with the jocks jeering at her. Then she would go to her locker and peel off some hate-note and throw it away. Then she would store her books away and take what she needed and head to the library. There, the same group of nerds would talk down to her while she reads her favourite books. When the bell would ring, she'd go to her first class with the preps whispering about her.
Today was different. The jocks left her alone, the nerds didn't approach her table and the preps were actually quiet. There wasn't even a hate-note left on her locker. Celestia smiled as she got her stuff together and went to the library.
"If this is what I get for having one asshole killed, what will the effect be if I had ANOTHER one killed?"
She couldn't imagine the possibilities.
The first class went by uneventfully. She finished her homework and smiled when the bell rang. As she gathered her things up, a shadow crawled across her desk.
"Hey, Celestia?"
Celestia turned to the person behind her. It was Brandon, the leader of the jock gang.
"What do you want, jock?" she asked, her tone icy cold.
"Uh...well, I heard about your mother being murdered. And my mom wants to invite you over for dinner..." Brandon said, somewhat flustered.
"I don't accept charity from assholes," Celestia snapped, picking her bag up and swinging it on her shoulder.
Brandon grew angry. His best friend had died and so had her mother. Why wasn't she at least acting upset?
"What's your problem, bitch? You got it out for the world or something?"
Celestia spun on him, her grey eyes flashing with anger. "In case you've forgotten, you stupid bastard, the world seemed to have it out for me when I first came to this school. You jocks mocked me, the pretty girls had spread gossip about me and the nerds downtalked me. And what did I do? Nothing. Nothing at all. Get that through your stupid head that I did NOTHING to get that treatment. You should know that, especially. And I'm glad your friend is dead!" Fuming, Celestia turned and stomped away.
"My hunger grows restless."
"I know, my master. Study hall is next. That's the time all the jocks go out for a smoke. You can get another one right away."
Brandon stared after Steel Girl in anger. He had always been told "Don't hit girls" but this was too much.
The next chance he got, he was going to show her just not to provoke a jock. No matter your gender.
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Sitting in the library, Celestia hummed quietly as she pretended to read a book. Her eyes kept jumping from the letters on the page to the group of boys sitting five tables away. They seemed to be whispering something.
"Damnit all, go out for your fucking smokes already," she muttered.
Finally, Steven stood up. Slapping high fives with his buddies, he went out the door before anyone could stop him. Brandon and his three other friends stood up as well and walked out. The librarian was so busy, she didn't even bother looking up.
Grinning that evil grin again, Celestia put her book away and ran after them, hiding around every corner. They ended up in a deserted alley, next to the school.
"Wouldn't it be just awful if one of them just died in front of the others?"
"I can see what you're thinking. It sounds delightful."
Smiling from her hiding place, Celestia rubbed her mood stone necklace and called the Tails Doll into existence. He was holding a seven inch hunting knife. He hovered over to the jocks' backs and plunged the knife into the back of Steven. He screamed in pain as blood began gushing out of his mouth.
"You pathetic humans are all the same. Scream, I do enjoy it."
Celestia sneered at her master's remark. It was true, humans were all the same. This was getting to be fun.
Brandon, Mike, Colin and Jeremy staggered backwards in pure terror. Their eyes bugged out as Tails Doll advanced on Steven's barely breathing body, the jewel glowing dangerously.
"Schluuuuuuuuuuuumpy."
Steven fell to the ground, dead. His terrified friends backed away, ready to run.
"Tails Doll...but you're suppose to be dead!" Brandon sputtered.
"Do I LOOK dead to you?" Tails Doll snapped. "Dirty, maybe...but I'm not truly alive, so I can never die. I get my power from each soul I consume, and yours will do nicely..."
"No!"
"Oh hell YES!" Celestia cheered, coming out from her hiding place.
Colin almost lost his lunch. "You?"
"Me."
"You killed Taylor!" Jeremy shouted.
"And I'd do it again!" Celestia yelled. "I fucking hate you guys!"
Tails Doll bobbled beside his servant. "You see, it was her who brought me back to the world. Ah, what a wonderful promise she gave me, and here I am, receiving it. Souls...souls..."
Suddenly, Jeremy began choking on something. His face turned bluish as he struggled for air. As his buddies turned from the demonic doll to help him out, Celestia laughed at their pain. Tails Doll began bobbling, laughing with her and swinging his arms in a victory dance.
"You...bitch!" Brandon said, looking up as Jeremy finally died from lack of oxygen. Colin and Mike looked up as well, ready to beat the living hell out of Steel Girl.
Celestia smiled sweetly. "Aw, did I do something to make the big bad jocks cry?" she taunted. "Did I bruise their egos? Deflate their balls? Or is it because one of their widdle fwiends are gone and won't ever come back?" she sang in a baby voice.
"I...am...going...to...KILL YOU!" Brandon jumped up, and aimed a punch at Celestia's small face. She step sided and did a backflip.
"Amateurs."
"Fucking bitch!" Mike got up and grabbed Celestia from the back. She screamed as the boys surrounded her, cracking their knuckles. Colin threw a punch down at her nose, breaking it. The blood splattered on her shirt and on the ground. Brandon aimed a kick at her jaw, dislocating it.
"You're only making it worse for yourselves..." an eerie voice said, reminding them all that Tails Doll was still around.
Brandon turned around slowly, weary of the doll's evil. As soon as he faced the floating doll, he was prepared to fight his way out of death.
Nothing prepared him for this.
The Tails Doll transformed himself into an orange mist and traveled into Brandon's body. The boy shut his eyes and began screaming, clutching his head and pulling his hair out. Colin and Mike, shaken by what they were seeing, dropped Celestia and tried bringing Brandon back to his senses. They tried slapping him, shaking him and yelling at him. Nothing was working.
Finally, Brandon stopped screaming and pulling his hair out. His eyes opened and revealed blank, black yes that had a very creepy resemblance...
"Dude, you look totally out of it. Come on, let's get you a cigarette," Colin urged him.
Brandon only continued to stare. The blank darkness of his eyes was beginning to make Colin's skin crawl.
"Brandon? Come on, man, snap outta it!" Mike urged.
"GIVE ME YOUR SOULS!" Brandon shouted. He grabbed Colin by the shoulders and spun his neck around in a 180 degree turn.
Mike backed away. It was obvious to him now: Tails Doll possessed his friend. Colin was now dead, his neck snapped horribly. And Mike was next.
Celestia had to get out of the situation, before she was seen. She now knew her master's plans. And she wouldn't spoil them now.
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Sorry for the wait, people! School's going to be getting in my way a lot now. .-. But I'll try my hardest to keep this story alive...unlike the jocks. xP