The way Mr. Proctor invited me to his office gave me the creeps including the slight smile he gave. It was so bad that the second he turned around to lead me to his office I had unconsciously set my barrier to maximum reflection. We walked down the hall and up some stairs to the top floor, we were in an area that had a desk right before a large door. The desk was most likely for the vice superintendent, though she was not here right now.

I definitely don't like where this is heading, he then opened doors. It was a large room with bookshelves lining the walls that were mostly filled with books and trinkets. Between two of the bookshelves was a painting of Mr. Proctor. His desk and the two chairs for guests are centered at the opposite end of the room. Behind the desk was the large stained glass window with the school logo that was visible from the school's entrance.

Proctor snapped his fingers and the door closed behind me, he was now standing beside his desk facing the window.

“Now little miss Lyla Fullsky, I have received a report from Dr. Norwood informing me that you are allergic to magic. It's such a shame to see a little girl as pretty as you being unable to use magic, it's such a dangerous world out there and it's truly unfortunate that you are unable to defend yourself… But don't worry, I will be here for you... You know you’re not the only one who I have taken a fancy to over the years, but you’re most certainly one of the prettiest.”

Hearing those words I came to truly understand the situation I was in, as well as the situation that a few students before me had probably been in. The thought of what this fucking creep had probably done to other students caused a rush of anger to swell up inside of me. This anger was bringing up the side of me I have tried so hard to suppress.

Unable to maintain my sanity I begin to let out a giggle that slowly devolves into a deranged laugh. Proctor who is now confused by my sudden outburst turns to face me. A look of horror wipes across his face, while a look of sadistic pleasure appears on mine as I think of all the ways I can make him suffer.

Unable to contain it any longer, my power starts leaking and the floor starts to crack while the air begins to swirl around me. My laughter subsides slightly while I relish the sheer ecstasy of letting my power out, it's like I have been holding my breath for six years, and now I finally get to exhale.

Proctor begins hurriedly backing up and trips on his desk. Getting up he grabs a letter opener off the desk and in an act of pure desperation he throws it at me. He wouldn't even get the chance to realize his mistake before the letter opener would be embedded in his shoulder. Now in shock, he glanced between me and the blade in his shoulder.

Now it's my turn. I begin to crouch like a sprinter waiting for the starting signal, all while tightening all my muscles in preparation for the force I was about to endure. I exhale and like a coiled up viper I spring forward, and at that moment I accelerate my entire body to a ridiculous speed. Within a blink of an eye, my fist collides with his sternum as I force him into the bookshelf behind him.

The force of the collision broke the bookshelf and a few of his ribs. Proctor began to cough up blood like I was going to give him a moment to recover. I flick the but of the blade forcing it all the way through his shoulder and causing it to imbed itself through a book and into the wood behind. As I did this Proctor let out an agonized grunt with the little air he still had in his lungs.

“How does it feel to be such a worthless piece of shit! What horrible things have you done to students at this school!”

Having already lost my current self I let out another depraved chuckle.

“You know what, you invited me up here so… Let's have some fun!”

I then focus on the bio-electricity in his body and start to tweak it randomly causing him intense pain. I waited till I could see the look of helplessness in his eyes, I wanted him to understand what it would be like.

“Oh, are you not having fun?”

Having pushed him to the brink of passing out I stopped using my power. Proctor was just now starting to come back to his senses. Looking him straight in the eye I say.

“Good, you're not dead… Yet. But I think it's about time I changed that. Do you know what would happen if all the blood in the human body is forced to its extremities? I don't…”

After I chuckled for a second, “Let’s find out.”

I proceed to put a finger into the wound in his shoulder, and a look of absolute terror wiped across his face. Seeing this I felt a rush of excitement, but it was cut short.

Time felt as if it had ground to a halt, I could feel the one they call Lyla clawing her way back into control. It was at that moment a wave of realization came over me. ‘Am I really going to begin killing again? I finally have a chance to be happy. Here I am, moments away from giving that up… Even if it's to kill a monster like Proctor, all I would be doing is unleashing an even worse monster.’

I pull my hand back and jump back to the ground, I look back over at him.

“How pathetic, what type of grown adult wets themselves. Now you know what it feels like to be powerless.”

‘Now what do I do? I can’t just let him go, but I also can’t kill him… Maybe I can try intimidating him? I hope this works.’

“Now you listen to me closely! Once I leave, you will go to the city guard and turn yourself in. You will tell them everything you have done. If you don’t… let’s just say no one would find your body, because there would be nothing left. Also, if you ever mention what happened here to anyone I will hunt you down and end you. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!”

Awoken from his daze Proctor begins to nod fiercely. With that, I walk out of the room and use my power to slam the doors behind me as one final show of force.