Sister mine

POV: Malloria

I am content with not having any friends here in this mundane foul smelling place. True, there are a lot of odd people here- that's about how one sums up college for humans in this age. Even still, most of them give me strange looks, often lewd comments both behind my back and to my face. They ignore me afterwards without any attempts to talk to me.

Judgmental stares aren't so distracting tho, especially since I really don't care.

It happens quite a bit though, but in some deep corner of my mind that I'd never wish to tell anyone, there was something else that I secretly revealed in. I would follow my stupid classmates, playing along with each assignment and moving with the crowd. All the while, I would work to keep my mind constantly in motion, whether it was entertaining myself with each task or trying to read each mind I saw. I could never fully understand why the humans didn't try it too. Life tended to be a lot easier for those who did, such as that prick who stole my sister. The humans might have loved it when they were younger, but they forgot how to enjoy there imaginations amidst other distractions.

What I really loved was when it was time for "The Excitement." There really was no other way to describe it without making it sound like something else altogether, but my mind seemed to work much faster. It simply happened at random times, and it almost seemed as though I could understand everything. Everything moved quicker inside my head and I could just look around with everything fitting together and making sense and working faster and faster and faster- until it ended. But those little episodes were better kept to myself, for fear of possibly losing them. Especially not after getting so far. It's almost as If my powers are too large to contain and seep out at these moments.

Still, I could have been stronger; if it weren't for my limiting of my ability due to the fact that I am stuck in this hell hole. I do have a vague idea of how the students interact though and I tend to spend most of my time observing them: the reliance on cheap alcohol, the walks of shame, the sleep deprivation, and even still a few devoted scholars. To some disappointment, I'm not a student here. I'm too occupied with other matters to take on any type of course load. The only thing I can really stand is my slight position as a teaching assistant for the professor. Although he is a demon his loyalty still remains unwavering. Perhaps the fear of annihilation keeps him in line, or the so called good deeds he hopes to accomplish. Nethertheless I keep him on a short leash. Now a days my trust only goes so far.

As I walked through the hallways, bringing some papers he requested about an hour ago and awaiting the next Excitement, I saw her again. I remembered noticing her a few times out of the corner of my eye in various places. In fact, she does stand out a little bit during the Excitements. Perhaps it is her powers walking up. Maybe what I am allowing that foolishly love sick boy to do is working. There was also the other boy with her, the monster whose face looks like an angel. But eyes look as if he is stocking for pray. It suited him though, the piercing glare that hovered just slightly over every person who walks by. One look into Lydia's eyes and you could tell how uncomfortable this man made her. She was almost scared. She presses her books tighter to her chest as he drops his arm over her shoulder and locks eyes with me.

"Back off darling, this little angels mine. " The monster whispered in my head.

I nearly dropped the papers I clutched loosely in my hands and the heals I wore almost caused me to trip. His voice was startling and cold, cutting into my mind with deadly accuracy. I never understood why I allowed him to live in the first place. As the angel of victory and vengeance it was well within my right to take his head, for the things he had taken away from me. I ponder this as I regain my footing and watch them disappear around a corner. Out of reach again. That's the way she always seems and I despise it with every fiber of my being.

The walk to get back to the professor was more strenuous than expected and by the time I was prepared to turn the silver doorknob of his office my feet stung profoundly. As I entered the always dark office I was instantly aware of the sound of pianos and the smell of wilkie. The professor leaned back in his chair, swishing the glass in between sips. His irataton with existence was pungent and hovered in the air like a silent scream.

"Your papers." I allowed the papers I held to drop from my hands onto his desk and collapsed into the nearest chair. "Anything new today?" I asked Nietz as I staged deeper into the comfortable rocking chair.

"Not much. Have you finished monitoring?"

"Don't be so paranoid. It isn't my job to spy on any of them." I set my backpack down. "Besides, nothing special has happened."

"That's what you say, but you are unobservant."

"I'm hardly the one to call unobservant when you've spent most of your time in this room. Frankly, I'm the only one who actually ends up speaking to any of the students. It's rarely ever any of the actual professors in this place."

"I like having the breaks for privacy. You have no idea how paramount quiet is to my concentration on work-"

"Spare it, Nietz. Of course I do."

"Watch your tongue, girl." It normally didn't irritate me when anyone referred to me as simply a child, but Nietz had worked with me here for long enough. Surely he would have known by now.

"You have the paperwork for the upcoming event?" I asked him.

"Mm. Here, have a look at it," Nietz said, holding the folder out without looking up from the papers he was grading or noticing the sound of one brushing against the floor.

"..... You dropped one,"

"You're closest. Pick it up,"

"It would serve you well to not be so impertinent," I muttered to myself, crouching down to retrieve what ended up being the most important paper: the page with personal information. After finding the desk I preferred, I ran through the pages.

"Name: Lydia Gale. Age: 22. Lives blah blah blah... Letters of recommendation. This student was-" The letters were promptly tossed into the trash bin.

"Quite extensive aren't they?" he said with a smile.

"Quite"

"He is far past our ability to control if he can fabricate an entire identity for a person who previously didn't exist. And have everyone believe it."

"What does this prove? That he can make up stories?"

"That he can make up worlds more like." he said with a deep chuckle.

I grit my teeth as I stifled a scream "But why? Why Lydia? Why would he fucking choose my sister out of all the creatures in the universe?"

"Calm yourself, perhaps he wished to upset the balance. You have seen the wars that have erupted due to the absence of peace. The angel must be returned. Though I suspect you secretly revel in it."

"I would never reveal in the lose of my sister. No matter how I may benefit." I growled through my teeth as I rummaged through the trash to retrace the documents.

"She will remember who she is in time, perhaps even soon."

"Not soon enough."