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Freak!
Freak!
The word echoes mockingly in my head even after the dial tone signaled the end of the call. The clawing feeling in my chest is almost unbearable now. A low ringing noise invades my head, and my vision starts to blur. The voices in my head start to gain momentum, pushing me further into myself until I grow almost inconsequential.
…Like a beast. A beast!
Freak!
Diable!
Freak!
I fling the phone as far away from me as possible. It crashes against the wall above the large fireplace and falls to the ground in pieces.
Diable!
Freak!
“Arrrrgg!” I bellow, shocking the people around me. I place my hands over my ears to block out the noise, but the gesture is as useless as the effort. I double over with the intensity of my rage.
I grab the wine bottle closest to me and smash it on the ground. I flip the table over with a growl, and Seer jumps out of the way in time to avoid being hit.
Seer quickly comes to stand in front of me with a concerned frown. “What is going on, Prez?”
His worried expression rapidly morphs into mockery and condescension, much like the disapproving faces in my head. I look around, and everyone seems to be looking at me the same way.
Freak!
Demon!
Go Away! Be gone!
“Get away from me!” I snarl, shoving him hard on the shoulder. Before he has any time to react, my fist connects with his jaw, sending him flying across the room. Seer hits the ground with a loud thud.
“What the fuck…?” he groans, cradling his bloody jaw with his right hand as he gapes up at me in shock.
I stomp toward the bar and pick up one of the wooden stools. I raise the heavy wood and heave it at the bar’s meticulously arranged bottles of booze. The shattering sounds of breaking glass mingling with my bestial growl echoing loudly in the shocked silence of the main room. I keep throwing the wooden stools, uncaring of the damage I’m causing
“Get him!” I hear someone shout behind me.
A few men try to grab me, but I easily shake them off, throwing my fists around blindly. I must get them good from the muted grunt and heavy thudding sounds. I look up to see Buffy’s eyes wide in shock. His horror inciting me, driving me on.
I’m a devil, after all… Petit Diable.
I pull my lips in a slow smirk, and his eyes grow wider.
Fucking coward!
I’m better! I have abilities, at least.
What makes him better than me?
Why do I have to go when he’s the useless one?
I brace my palm on the countertop and climb swiftly over it.
Buffy puts out a hand, his eyes pleading for me to stop. But I’m way too gone in my head to acknowledge the plea in his eyes. I’m no longer human.
