I slam my fist on the table in front of me, rage coursing through me.

“You’re telling me we are just gonna let them take all those people away?” I hiss, my voice dripping with malicious intent.

I planned to kill them all, all of them. Every single one who decided to capture half the population of a helpless village. It was infuriating and I would stand with the people. My slouched body language in the chair could hardly convey the anger and fury spreading like fire throughout my body.

“Lavena, slow down,” Iran had told me, clasping his hands with his eyes wide. As if he could stop me.

Nobody could.

I laugh exasperatedly. “Slow down..? Slow down!? Are you kidding me?” I exclaim, my voice rising higher and higher with every word.

Iran shakes his head, concealing his frustration with me.

                  *Iran’s P.O.V*

Lavena has not been the same since she realized truly how much power she had. She has killed so, so many people and it has only made her more and more distant from herself. And I hate to say it, but more distant from me. We’ve been “enemies” our whole lives and this has just made her hardly want to roll her eyes at me anymore.

It makes me sick at my stomach to say I miss it.

But I do, I miss our eye rolling. I miss our arguments. I miss all those moments where we acted more like lovers than enemies. Hell, I miss her. The REAL her. Not this… evil side of her.

I had to bring her back.

“Lavena, please..” I beg, my hands out as if I could reach out and touch her and she’d snap back into it.

“What, Iran? What could you possibly say that would possibly fix anything?” Lavena says, spitting out venom as she talks.

My eyes widen. She wasn’t herself. It makes me nauseous to know she never will be herself. I watched her demeanor change, her emerald green eyes didn’t glow as bright. Her blonde, shiny hair seemed to shine less and less everyday. It was odd to watch her always stalk around instead of walk gracefully like she always did. Her eyes were also always so wide, like she was on high alert for anyone who tried to piss her off.

God I hated this side of her.

       *Back to Lavena’s P.O.V.*

God I hated this side of me.

I just wish, somehow, I could erase the day I saw one of my friends’ guts splatter all over me. She had turned to the evil side, and tried to kill me. “You had to Lavena, it was what was right. It’s okay, shh..” Iran had told me.

I wish I could believe him.

Suddenly, my eyes widen and I look down at my hands.

“What am I?” I exclaim, my hands shaking with a million different emotions.

Iran’s looks at me like he’s never looked at me. A look that made my stomach do weird things.

Weird things I hated.

God I hate it, I hate it, I hate-

I lash out and plunge the dagger I had had clenched in my fist all this time into his heart. Seeing Iran’s blood splatter everywhere was the most satisfying thing ever. I smirk as his face gets stuck in a permanent look of shock forever.

My smirk widens as I look at the blood covering my hands, even more wiping on my hands as I wipe a hand down my face.

“I’m such a maniac..” I say, my voice satisfied.