365 DAYS WITH LUCIFER

ELIAS

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"Is it that you're getting old, or have forgotten the damn incident that you literally chose to bring a new scapegoat into my room"

I said...No, I yelled it out all at once immediately I stomped up to the damn housemaster with my voice pissed and ill mannered, but he didn't seem to care about the way I spoke to him. Instead, he sipped his damn coffee some more, that I wish I could just throw away, before finally looking at me

"We, or should I say, I know you didn't kill anyone"

He said with a cheerful smile on his shitty face, and placed his coffee on the table, even though I wasn't smiling one bit, because I was keen on making this old man get it into his damn skull that I was nothing but poison

"I would do it..."

I yelled out and looked straight into his eyes

"I would make that green eyes life hellfire"

I spat out at him, but he?, he only shrugged my words off as if it was nothing, and it fucking made my blood boil ten times more hotter than before, so I slammed my hand hard on his table, without caring of the fact that it would definitely make my palms red

"Don't you understand am dangerous?"

I spat out louder to his face, and squeezed my lips even more

"Am not suppose to be fucking here, but in jail, and..."

"With the way you speak, it seems like you haven't visited the therapist I recommended yet"

He cut my words off!, that damn mad man cut my words off, and sipped his coffee again, and made my teeth gritted as I finally slapped the cup away from his damn hands. The glass shattered on the floor into a million pieces, but I don't care in the slightest, so I shifted my attention back to him, and his displeased fed up look he had on his face, but like I said, I didn't fucking care

"Did your damn head fucking think that I would literally go to that shit, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow up, and asked him, but he didn't reply, so I scoffed out, and turned around to leave, only to stop myself when I had walked a few steps away

"If you don't want anymore drama, he must pack his shitty trash and leave before dusk"

I whispered out a dead lifeless tone to him without looking back at his face, and finally walked away

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LUCAS

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Am lost in my thoughts, so confused even, but still, I arranged my bags at the bed that was vacated, cause to think again, why on earth should I listen to that insolent dickhead

"He ain't the boss of me!"

I yelled out to myself, but immediately I do, the door flicked open, and the devil himself dressed in an all dark colors that could win a depressing pageant walks in, and scares the shit out of me, but I don't want him to see my fear, but...but at the same time, I was still so very uncomfortable around him, so I backed away, and rested my back on the cold wall, as his cold eyes examined my clothes that I had brought out of my luggage, before glaring at me with his dull blue eyes

"Tell me, are you deaf!"

He said as he took a step closer to me, and it made my heart race, cause I had already foolishly trapped myself by resting my back against the wall, so there was nowhere to run, Damnit!

Or is it that you like been a complete fucking idiot nuisance?"

He said again in a mocking mirthless tone, as he took another step closer, and made me swallow hard, but this dickhead didn't stop, NO!, instead he took yet again another step closer that I could clearly see his face now, his...eyes, his...red...perfect...lips..

But...but I freaking thought you wanted to get away from me, so what the heck was happening right now!!!

The thought raced really fast in my head, as I tried to find a way to escape, and not lock eyes with him, but...but the devil who already sensed I was uncomfortable, and found pleasure in it, didn't back away, he didn't let me go...

Instead, he rested his left hand on the wall to block my way of escaping, and flicked two of his fingers on my forehead, and damn, it hurts so much, but I dare not scream out in pain, cause I was tired of him seeing me as a British baby that was like a feather

"Well tell me green eyes, and kinky hair, what part of "You can't fucking stay here" you don't understand, hmm?"

He flicks my forehead again, and called me green eyes, and kinky hair, and it makes me really angry, cause that wasn't my name or nickname either, and I hated being called what I don't like, so I gathered the courage I was obviously suppose to have, cause I was a dude, and not some fragile female, and finally looked at him right in the eyes that seemed to drown me...break me

"What...what if I don't believe you?, that you actually killed someone?, cause if you really did, you obviously wouldn't still be here?"

"WHAT!!"

I dropped the banger, and he replied sharply to me, and let his guard down, because he was shocked, and it made me figured out it might be the first time anyone had ever spoke out and challenged him this way, but I don't let that thought dwell in my head for too long, so I used the opportunity to slide under his hand, and free myself from the wall, and immediately I did, I watch as all the demons he had took over him, and made his blood boil as he immediately looked at me, but I don't care, I don't WANT to fucking care, cause I want to give this cold guy a taste of his own medicine, and show him who exactly was the dickhead here

"Do you really think that am stupid, huh?"

I look at him in the eyes and spoke out, and to be honest, I enjoyed every bit of it, and of the way his angry expression twisted into confusion, but he didn't interrupt me...I bet he was too speechless to do that, so I kept on speaking

"I know you might wanna scare me, cause a person like you don't really look like an ideal murderer"

I parted my lips, scoffed out and actually said it to his face, without stammering this time, even though deep down I wasn't brave like I sounded, cause deep down when he stormed out of the room minutes ago, I had used the opportunity, and my laptop to search if there was any available apartment I could stay in, but found none, so in the end, I decided I just have to deal with him, and this ill luck

"I might look like a weak feminine guy, but let me tell you, your cheap words can't scare me"

I spat out again with a grin on my face, cause it felt so good to also murder him with my words, but I thought wrong, so fucking wrong, cause immediately he heard me, he chuckled out a heartless sound, and made the grin on my face disappear, and immediately he saw that too, he laughed louder, and took a step closer to me

Damnit, DAAAAAMMMNIT!!!, this dickhead was literally enjoying this

I screamed inwardly to myself as a frustrated frown appeared on the side of my lips, and again, it was everything he always wanted

"You can say any shit you want, but am the one that should be reminding you, that am the kind of person that can help kill and hide a dead body"

He looks at me in the eyes, and smiled as he saw fearful tears swell up in my shaking ones, but...but he doesn't fucking stop talking, yes he was that wicked

"And if you keep pissing me off, just remember I know how to hide a dead body"

He finishes his fucking sentence, and pats my cheek with his cold hands, and it made my breath shakes, but...but I don't let him win, and I don't freaking want to give him satisfaction, pleasure, and make him smile wider, so I parted my already champ lips, and said the roght thing that popped into my head

"Tell me, is being a fucking psychopath something you like, or something you do?"

I asked him with a mixture of fear, anger and frustration in my voice, hoping it would make the damn smile disappear, but damnit, he only chuckled out as if to tell me that I was a fool, before touching my left cheek again

"Both is wrong"

He brings himself closer to me, and whispered into my right ear, and it caused shivers down my spine, I swear I couldn't help it, and it caused shivers down my spine, and made my legs wobbly, but..but I don't dare to fall, or else it would give him more damn satisfaction, so I tried to push him away from myself, but my hands fails me, I pushed him though, but I end up falling down along with him (How "Wonderful" indeed)

He, that damn heartless guy was on the floor, while my shaking body was on top of him, what the....so immediately my eyes met his, I tried to stand up immediately, but he doesn't let me, he doesn't freaking let me, rather his cold left hand that felt like he had refrigerated it held unto my waist tightly, while his right hand shifted the strands of red hair that was on my right eye to the side, so that I could see him properly, and honestly, I couldn't literally make no single sense of what exactly was happening

Why was he this close?, why was he doing this?, didn't...didn't he wanted me to leave, didn't he hated me and suppose to push me away and slap my helpless face?, then...then why was he always so close to me any fucking chance he got!!!

I tried to think to myself, to find any answer, any meaning to this, but...but my head is blank, so blank, and my brain like a low computer is dead, so...so all I could do was stare into those dark blue eyes of his, that drowns me every single shitty time, but he finally parted his grinning lips and spoke out

"Being a psychpath is something I am, darling"

He finally replies to my question, but I don't even remember what I had asked him clearly, cause all I wanted was to get the fuck away from him, so I did, it was so difficult, but I did, I summoned the courage, and forced myself away from him, and immediately stood up on my feet

"I...I..."

I looked into his eyes and tried to speak, no...I wanted to yell out to never ever touch me again in his fucking life, but my damn voice fails me, and it made him laugh out mockingly at me as he gets up to his feet, and walked closer to me

"What's wrong, pretty boy, hmm?"

He insults me and pats my hair, but I immediately shifted away from him, and parted my lips angrily, cause if he can be damn good at making people mad, I can be too...

"I do not fancy a psychopath, but I like psychopathic things like staying here!"

I blurted out angrily and stormed away from him, and laid on my bed with my face faced to the wall, cause I didn't want to continue this fucking shitty conversation anymore, but he?, that blue eyes imbecile laughed at my words out again, before I heard him speak with his voice dripping with cold hatred

"Fine suit your damn self, you can stay here, cause you are a nobody, and do not exist"

He spat out, and I heard his footsteps, he stormed out of the room and barged the door hard. Immediately he did, tears flew out of my eyes, cause it hurts, it fucking hurts so much, having to spend the next 365 days or more with a fucking Satan!