what the hell am i doing.txt

The locks of the doors and windows hissed as they slid into place, barring any entry into the room. Wesselton breathed heavily, reclining in his seat. He tapped a button on his desk, the cheap fluorescent lights flickering into life.

 

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

 

The room was eerily silent, not a single soul nearby. But Wesselton knew that she was somewhere in here. He tried to slow his breathing, make himself less conspicuous. The footsteps were all he needed to know that wasn't happening. Maybe if he stacked his books up, hid his figure, he could buy some time. The guards could get here, subdue the girl.

 

And then the banging began. It wasn't powerful, or even loud, but each thump made his heart skip a beat. Each strike covered the door in more ice. Wesselton whimpered, ever so slightly, as cracks began to show in the ice. Then small holes, enough to see her eye. A glowing, neon blue, shining through the dark. With three more strikes, the door crumbled into crystal fragments, giving a dull glow in the lights of the room.

 

Each step of hers was slow and deliberate, a pool of icy shards forming around her feet. Her voice, monotone and cold, cut through the silence, the sheer bluntness of it piercing through any defenses Wesselton had prepared.

 

"You die today."