Adelram finally left with Abigail, and now I'm here in the dead of night, alone. My body uncontrollably shivering despite the humid air that surrounded me.

Adelram's gone and now I'm left to kill Slyder alone.

My heart is racing actively, my hands shaking worse than ever. I'm trying to stay strong and stoic, but I can't help the fear trickling down every part of my body. Anxiety overwhelming my mind. He'll be here any minute.

I can do this, I know I can. I've been training and strengthening my powers, if I just let go of my fears, I know that I can do this. I told myself, trying to be strong, trying to believe the words I told Adelram, the words he had told me.

I sit down on the grass and close my eyes, resting my head in my hands, I can feel the humidity rising from the ground beneath me. I take a deep shaky breath and force my mind to go over everything Slyder has done to me.

Slyder shifted into Brandon.

Tricked me into dating him.

He made me fear ever going to the library again.

Slyder made me fear my own bedroom. My room used to be my sanctuary and he took that from me. He put fear in my mind and every night I was scared and nervous of being in my room alone, being anywhere alone.

Slyder threatened to murder my mother in front of my eyes.

He kidnapped my best friend. Then convinced me to hurt her.

Slyder made me cry more in just the past month or so than I've cried in my whole lifetime.

And he made me hate life.

Slyder put so much fear in me that I couldn't even be anywhere without doing a safety check around the room.

Slyder caused the guy I love to convince me he was Slyder so that I would spend days hating him.

Slyder shape shifted into Abigail and flirted with Adelram and pretended to be my friend.

Slyder tortured and beat my best friend.

He shifted into Adelram and made me hallucinate Abigail and convinced me that he was my real friends.

Slyder destroyed my life, and for what reason? Because he's scared of me. Because I am potentially powerful. Because one day I could kill him.

By now my blood is boiling. All the fear that I had been feeling had completely flowed from my body, and the only thing left was pure anger and hatred. It fumed within me just waiting to come out.

Slyder made my life a living hell, and it's about time I take it back and get my revenge.

As if on cue, I hear the sound of rocks crunching in front of me. I pop open my eyes and pull my hands away, looking up to see the red masked guy walking towards me. His movement slow and calm, as if he's in no hurry at all, but instead confident and almost mocking. A movement that I once feared but now makes me livid.

I slowly stand up, clinching my fists at my sides. "Why hide behind the mask? Are you ever going to show me the real you?" I question, taking a step towards him, mentally planning my moves.

Slyder says nothing, he simply steps towards me with slow, composed steps.

"You know what I think Slyder?" I inquire. When he doesn't reply, I continue. "I think you're afraid. I think you know you're never going to win this fight" I declare confidentially. I'm not exactly sure where this new found confidence was coming from, but it was definitely useful.

At this, Slyder stops walking. And slowly, oh so slowly, he tilts his head to the right. I take this chance of defenselessness and use my telekinesis to lift the junky hotel sign from the ground, flinging it at full force towards Slyder. Unfortunately, he saw this coming and fell to the ground as fast as lightning, doing a swift, clean roll forward, dodging my attack.

The fight has begun and there's no turning back now. Crippling fear no longer an option. It was time to face him, finish him, end the torture. I probably should have delayed the fight as much as possible giving Adelram a chance to get back but my anger took over. I wanted him dead and I was prepared to fight.

Slyder shoots a long stream of red-orange illumination at me. I dodge out of the way quickly blocking it with my own. The power seeping out my fingers. It was an intense feeling, as the hot light shined with such vibrancy that it lit the night.

We stay like this, blocking each other's brilliance with our own for a moment longer before it was broken by Slyder's swerve to the right, shutting his light abruptly.

Before I even have time to stop my illumination, something taps my shoulder and I look behind me to see Slyder. I whip my head back to the other Slyder and see there are now fourteen of them.

They seemed to multiply and soon I see an entire parking lot full of Slyder's.

I seriously hate his hallucination power.

I open the palm of my hands and pour out my turquoise brilliance, spinning in a slow circle all the way around. Every single one of the Slyder's shoot a orangish red light at me, but none of them hurt. Except one.

I instantly knew which one was Slyder and I blocked its light with my own. My arm ached with the new third degree left on the top of my arm.

As I'm blocking his light with one hand, I use my other to pick -thanks to my heating light- a fallen tree and smash it down on Slyder, this time giving him no chance to block.

I take this moment of surprise and fling the tree off of him, and shoot my personal illumination at him.

Satisfied to hear the cracking of his skin. The sickening but somehow satisfying smell of burning flesh reaching my nose.

But the moment doesn't last long and soon he's right back up, shooting his light back at me.

Something strange happens, like a glitch. He's standing there, then he disappears for just a nanosecond, and then he's back again. As if he literally glitched. I almost thought I had imagined it.

It isn't until after I get kicked with a powerful force in the back that I realize the Slyder I had been shooting at was just a hallucination. He made me hallucinate the pain.

I hear my back crack and let out a loud yelp of pain. Dang he's frickin strong.

Recovering quickly I spin around hurling fallen tree after fallen tree at him. I continuously throw every tree I can at him until he finally slips and doesn't dodge it, earning a tree slammed down on top of him.

The tree pinning him against the ground by its weight, I run up and kick him as hard as I can in the rib. Flinching when I hear and feel a rib crack inward, giving way to the force of my foot.

I fling the tree off of him once again and pour out every ounce of illumination in me. He's jerking spastically but I don't allow myself to think of him as human.

I tell myself over and over again that he can't feel pain. Though I'm not exactly sure that's true.

Suddenly his body goes limp and motionless. I hesitantly close my fist. Watching closely to his unmoving body.

I watch intently at his stomach, checking for any hint of breathing, but not a single part of him moves.

Is this it? Did I kill him? Is Slyder dead?

I quietly and oh so slowly crouch down to inspect him farther, preparing for him to jump up and start attacking but he never does.

Curiosity finally gets the better of me and suddenly all I can think about is pulling off that mask. What does Slyder really look like?

I slowly lean forward and reach my hands out to grab his mask.

My attention is now focused on only one thing, his eyes. I'm finally close enough to see his closed eyelids through the holes in his mask. The mask that has haunted my life for a month, the one that haunts my dreams, threatening every bit of sanity left inside of me.

My hands reach forward to pull off the mask I've come to recognize as Slyder.

Just as my hands touch the cool red surface, his eyes pop open revealing dark orange almost red eyes as his hand grabs my wrists.

I let out a piercing shriek and jump back as fear once again pulsed through my veins.

Well I try to jump back, but he has a death grip on my wrist so I end up yanking my arm so hard that I hear a crack.

An intense stream of pain runs through my entire arm.

Before I even get the chance to fight back, Slyder's fist smashes into my nose, producing a bone cracking noise, and a spray of blood.

I'm still focused on my nose when Slyder suddenly twists my arm forcefully to the right.

I can't even scream. The pain so unbearable that instead my mouth is wide open, and my eyes are squeezed shut. I can't even produce anything more than a small almost nonexistent sound, air seemed to be taken from my lungs shriveling up leaving nothing in its tracks.

He doesn't stop though, he just keeps twisting and twisting.

The pain crippling, everything else is forgotten, I can't think, I can't move and each breath becoming a battle to take. I feel frozen in pain. Suddenly a steel like fist punches me in the ear creating a loud, piercing ring that continues long after his fist has left.

The punches keep coming. It's like they're never ending. I am forced to stand, his hand yanking me up by a fistful of hair. His punches turn to kicks he kicks me in the stomach then slams my head on his knee.

I feel as if I've given up, my body and mind wanting nothing more than to slip into numbness. There's no point in fighting when he's clearly won. I have no strength left in me, and it's not long until I decide that it's best if I just give in, maybe he won't beat me as hard.

But then an image of my mom flashes in my head. It's of her beaming at me that day that I won a trophy in elementary for being the "brightest crayon in the box" if I die right now, I'll never see her again. I left her angry, I was upset and ran off. If I die now, I'll never get the chance to tell her I'm not mad, that I understand why she did what she did. If I die she'll blame herself forever. Slyder has hurt enough people on my account and I can't just let him turn her life into a living hell.

My previous anger coming back and just like that I use every ounce of strength I have left to share my abilities with the moon as I grab some from it.

I can feel my strength growing, the moon empowering me even as Slyder continues to punch me and yank me around. My pain now masked by determination and anger.

Once I've gain enough strength and power, I pop my eyes open and use every bit of my regained strength to kick Slyder right in the crotch (my favorite move) as he bends over in surprise, I use my telekinesis to fling a large boulder at his head. He definitely has super strength. Any normal human would have died but he simply gets a dent in his head and falls over, still alive.

I kick him in the stomach once, twice, three times, my anger propelling my foot each time. I shoot my illumination at him.

Watching as he writhes in pain.

Good, he deserves it.

The moon is giving me so much strength and ability, it feels phenomenal. It's as if the moon knows I need this extra amount of strength because it's pouring everything into me.

I feel invincible. I stream illumination on him continually, never hesitating or stopping.

Every now and then I throw a tree at him, or kick him as hard as I can.

I can see him losing strength. He's slowly losing reaction. His movements less dramatic and jerky and more stilled and slow.

He's dying.

I'm so close I can feel it.

I'm already beginning to smile. He's almost dead. I'm so close to killing Slyder. The Slyder. The very same thing that has made it its life mission to destroy my life and the life of the people around me.

But then of course, it's never that easy is it? Just as I'm sure he's about to die, suddenly Slyder's not Slyder anymore, in its place is my mother burning under my light.

I quickly close my fist, but almost as soon as I do it, I know it's a mistake. Slyder tricked me, shapeshifting into the one person he knew I wouldn't harm, couldn't harm no matter if it was really her or just an illusion.

Before I can finish this monster off, my 'mom' gives me a wicked smirk and swerves her legs around, tripping me and forcing me to fall on my side. Of course the very same side where Slyder had pulled my arm out of the socket. I have to clench my teeth to stop the cry from escaping me, I didn't need to show him anymore of my weakness.

Slyder shifts into Adelram "awe is Princess okay?" He mocks, twisting his head to the side in mocking worry.

Suddenly he slams his booted foot into my chest, sending a thousand bolts of pain into me while flinging me to lay on my back. "You won't get-" before I can finish my pathetic and cliché threat, 'Adelram's' boot slams down onto my already bruised and cut face.

That's the last thing I remember before everything around me goes black.

➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖

😁

😂

😘😘