Oh My! I am soo sorry I didn't update sooner, Oh People of the Internet!
I hope you guys like this.
I know someone will kill me for this, but this is how the story has to go, darlings.
I will, myself, get sent to a mental institute for this, but this was a fun chapter to write!
I can't believe vampirefireflies threatened to throw the new deranged Bella on me!!! That, my good people, is scary!
Please listen to the song Bodies by Drowning Pool
It fits this perfectly.
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Bella's POV last Chapter
As I was just sitting there smiling at the imaginary Cullens, I heard Mr. Newton's chair softly scrape the floor. I sharply turned towards him as he walked away, back facing me. Big Mistake….
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Bella's POV
As soon as he was turned around, I lunged at him.
I caught him off guard; I latched myself on his back and the force of my weight sent him hurdling towards the ultra white tile floor.
I caught sight of a small metal object hooked on to his belt, so I swiftly yanked it off and threw it with new incredible strength, courtesy
of adrenaline and many workouts, and chucked it at the security camera. I could feel my eyes flash with pure ecstasy as the lens
shattered and fell like heavy rain onto the floor.
A struggling groan beneath me snapped me from my happy thoughts.
Dammit, I have to be more focused! I thought, I am going to fail the Cullens if I don't make it!
I was on top of Mr. Newton, my knees resting on the tile next to each side of his waist.
I angrily flipped him over. How dare he even think of trying to hide his face! I must see my victim's pain as they die!!!
"Now Mr. Newton, you have been very, very mean to me lately. That is not very nice," I scolded as if I was lecturing a kindergartener on
not hitting other little children. I spotted a pocket knife in his pocket and slipped it out. "Do you know what the punishment," I flicked the
blade out, "for mean people is?"
I pressed the tip of the silver blade against the skin under the chin, forcing his head back. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"Mhmm," was his response. Tears were now flowing in rivers down his cheeks and his chin was trembling, trying in vain to control himself from
breaking down. I held no sympathy. I was screwed up to the point where I took satisfaction from the lifelessness of others.
"Hmm?" I cooed as a pressed the blade farther into his skin. Blood now started to trickle from the puncture I had created.
His chin trembled some more and he clenched his teeth and ground them together as more tears spilled. I had just put a little more pressure on
the weapon, when he suddenly screamed, "MONSTER!!!!"
I pulled the knife away and I could feel my eyebrows push together. My whole body was now trembling with red-hot rage. NO one called me names!!
His mouth was still hanging open from his outburst, which was another big mistake. Did people ever learn?
I took my left hand, which was not furiously clutching the deadly object, and stuffed it in his mouth.
He gasped as I clasped his tongue. I yanked it out of his mouth and began sawing with the knife. I couldn't take another outburst!
He shrieked as his tongue was slowly being cut off. He tried to pull it back in, but I sunk my long nails into the flesh that covered the extremely long
muscle. He struggled viscously, but my legs kept his pinned.
As he tried to scream, he accidentally swallowed his own blood, but tried to gurgle/spit it out. His evil blood was now splattered over my perfect white
jumpsuit. (Anyone catch the irony there? Red is sin and white is pure. Mr. Newton is actually the innocent one and Bella is evil. Haha I am a genius!)
I finally dragged the knife through the last bit of skin that attached the tongue to his now hopeless body. He was now sobbing uncontrollably, and his
struggles were now getting weaker.
Time for the best part!
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3rd Person POV (Pointless and weird actually)
The Cullens and Dr. Newton watched eyes wide with horrification (I invented that word!) and mouths open with astonishment, as the once innocent little
girl lunged at the man.
Her lunge was better described as a giant, raged filled cat rather than human being. The force of her impact sent the small man to the ground and onlookers
could easily tell the outcome of the skirmish.
Without looking at the object, she launched it at the camera. It was actually a pair of handcuffs, and they had now destroyed the only eye the audience had
of the struggle. Though their hearts wouldn't allow the answer the mind had already told them. There would only be one survivor; you could tell who.
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Bella POV
Time for the best part!
Blood now mixed with tears were streaked across his face. Blood now dripped from the corners of his mouth. He was now silenced from the absence of his
tongue. I couldn't wait until I met up with the Cullens and shared with them the story of my brilliant victory!
I now lowered the knife so it hovered over where his beating heart, it would surely stop soon, was and gently pushed it into his skin and in between two of
his ribs. He made a horrible screeching sound, despite his missing tongue.
I quickly covered his mouth and hushed him gently, "Hush now, my child. You will be fine. Just feel the pain. C'mon now; Rejoice in it, Rejoice!"
He breathed heavily, for I could feel the steam on the hand that enclosed his lips, and whimpered softly as a gradually pushed the knife farther into his chest.
I saw much crimson as it stained his blue shirt, dying it a purple and black color.
His breathing now was ragged gasps. I took my hand back. He wouldn't scream anymore.
I saw that he was dying a little too fast for my liking. There was no way to prolong his death, and I still wanted to see his pain! I needed to act fast.
With a grunt, I gave one final shove and I heard a popping noise as the tip of the deadly blade pierced the vital organ that maintained the body's life; his heart!
I gazed at his face. And then-
YES!!!! My mission was a success!
Mr. Newton, the evil man that kept me looked up in the white room, was in PAIN!
All of his features were twister into a hideous mask. His bushy eyebrows pulled together; his large, roman nose scrunched; his eyes squinted and wrinkled; and
his mouth, Ohh his mouth was the best part!, was in this deranged scowl. One side of the top lip was pulled up towards his eye and the bottom lip was stretched
and scrunched together over his bottom teeth. It was amazing!
His face was frozen like that forever, because alas-! Mr. Newton was DEAD!
I however didn't have long to ponder over that fact because his wife would surely be here soon.
I had just stepped out of the room when a thought hit me: Dr. Newton would surely have her gun.
Damn!! What does one use to distract?
My gaze suddenly landed on the lifeless body on the floor.
AhHa!
I knew a prefect distraction; the perfect distraction indeed!
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Well, wasn't that just peachy?
I hope I didn't disappoint. I think the next chapter will be the last, sadly. I was having fun writing this!
Review and tell me what you think will happen.
If anyone can guess what her idea is, you will get a large preview of the next chapter.
I am always open to suggestions!