Thread:KvngDragon/@comment-34745594-20180703043932/@comment-5264011-20180714180257

It was a dark night. The night owls were chiming their somber song as dusk full upon the land. A lone ranger roamed the streets as the leaves fell from atop the trees. The individual was piercing with rage, quickly rushing through the tranquil neighborhood as if they had a score to settle.

The person’s name was Erika, and they were adorned in all black attire, though their red, hot face made it seem as if they were not. With the rise of a single hand, an entire tree floated up in the distance. Erika quickly waved her hand over her, and the tree came crumbling down, splitting into various pieces around her.

Before the dusk, Erika attended her high school reunion. There she saw a plethora of familiar faces, old flames, and frequent rivals. Of the many enemies she laid eyes upon, the one who struck the most anger inside of her was the one and only Bertha. An ugly name for an even uglier personality.

Bertha was Erika’s biggest rival. The two had a heated rivalry ever since Bertha utilized her magical powers to humiliate Erika in front of the entire class of magic bearers after a prank gone wrong. Erika, who was still and continues to be hurt by said action, witnessed Bertha at the reunion and acted as civil as possible. She truly wanted nothing to do with Bertha, but saw that she needed to be civil in order to achieve the best happiness.

When she approached Bertha, Erika was shown a hand to the face, and not the gentle kind. Bertha knocked Erika down with a single punch, due to her not knowing what was going to unfold.

“That’s for all the years of torturing me,” Bertha addressed. Which was peculiar considering Bertha was the cause of all the anger and tension between the two girls.

Erika, who laid sprawled across their very own high gymnasium, sprang up and checked her nose. Sure enough, it was bleeding, and she checked her body to make sure that was the only thing broken. While doing so, her former classmates, many friends and acquaintances, laughed at her misfortune, making her upset that the events that just occurred, occurred.

“I never did anything to you!” Erika confessed.

Bertha smirked. “Remember this?” With a wave of a hand, Bertha envisioned a memory involving the two girls. The memory was hazy, but Bertha was still able to witness it.

The two girls were sitting in a room hanging out with a group of friends. (This was during their time of reconciliation that the two agreed upon during their long, heated rivalry.) Erika glanced over to look at one of her friends and the two snickered before facing the other girls in the room, including Bertha. Erika asked Bertha if she could go and fetch the girls some water. She agreed, and quickly vanished. While she was gone, the remaining girls in the room set up a contraption that was set to humiliate and prank Bertha in the funniest way possible. With a bucket of water falling on her head.

Though, the prank did not go as planned because instead of a pair of scissors cutting a rope, they instead flew into the eyes of Bertha herself, which was even peculiar considering Erika’s hands were moving during the “accident.”

After the memory faded, Bertha turned back to look at Erika, who was shocked by the events that she just remembered.

“You fucking bitch,” Bertha screamed. “You ruined my vision all for silly fun!”

Erika, who was confused, screamed. “I DIDNT MEAN TOO!”

“YOU LIAR!” Bertha screamed, pulling a knife from inside her pocket. “This is for you!”

She stabbed Erika in the stomach but was thrown off by the way of Erika’s hand.

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BERTHA!” Erika yelled. “I didn’t mean too!” Erika’s blood was filling with a mixture of anger and shock.

“You bitch!” Bertha charged at Erika, but Erika stopped her with a strong use of her magical abilities.

“I did mean it Bertha!” Erika angrily yelled. She had a sinister smile on her face. “You were the one who did all this shit to me! I hated your ass from he beginning! You humiliated me and I wanted to pleasure!” She threw Bertha into the ceiling with a flick of her wrist. Bertha came crashing down with a loud, sudden thud.

“I KNEW IT!” Bertha yelled, shocked by Erika’s revelation. “It’s what I knew ALL ALONG!”

“You did a numerous amount of shitty things to me!” Erika yelled, filling with rage as her temper grew. “I never go to enact my revenge for when you tried to kill me with your pranks!”

Erika charged at Bertha with a mystical fist. “YOU ARE MY HELL!”

Erika continues to charge at Bertha, but Bertha was slowly rising in the process. She began to float into the air as the Erika attempted to prance on her.

“Not so fast!” Bertha said with a smirk. She snapped and Erika stopped running, motionless.

Erika struggled to fight back the mystical force, trying to utilize her wrath and rage to break free. She tried to use her own powers to break free, but it was no use. Bertha was stronger, and always was.

“I get that you’re angry with me because I tried to kill you,” Bertha confessed, and smirked. “And today it might happen.”

Erika continued to fight back the force, growing more red due to her sheer anger. Though, she started to witness her feet crumbling beneath her.

“Erika, your wrath is nothing. Impaired to my strength as a magician,” Bertha confessed. “With all that anger coursing through your veins, it’s a shock that you are going to die at the hands of me, your arch nemesis.”

Erika continued to fight through, but was started to lose a tiny ouch of fuel as she continued to crumble from her lower half. Her organs started to slip away from their grips inside her body as a pool of blood filled the area around her. Her fellow classmates could only stand there and watch in shock and horror.

Bertha grinned as Erika continued to diminish. “Looks like your anger made you realize that I am the superior one.” She smiled as she watched the blood pour from Erika’s body as it faded to ash. “Good riddance.” She snapped her fingers again and Erika continued to charge at her. Though she didn’t make it far considering half of her body was missing and she was nothing more than a greasily, rotten upper half corpse that already attracted a multitude of flies. She crawled towards Bertha at the pace of a snail, but slowed down as her arms started to pull away from the hinges connecting them to her torso. She struggled to speak as the disentigration process sped up, but failed to produce nothing more than a gasp for air as she laid lifeless on the gymnasium floor. Erika Klash was dead, her red hot face was the only thing left of the demon that once was her.