BRING THE PAIN,, deirdra

Needless to say, Altair went out looking for fights. It’s what she did best, other than show off and shag. She wouldn’t admit even to herself that it was because she felt nothing else, because she had no other talents in her mind. She wouldn’t even tell her sisters that she envied them sometimes, envied Rowena the talents she used to have before those spots appeared on her arms, how Syria always seemed to be the better of the three of them. Even though she didn’t know what went on behind the scenes for either of them. No matter how close they stayed with each other, they were still seperated by everything they didn’t know. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t kill for them, and she’d come close on a few occassions thanks to the bastards at this school.

And so when she noticed a girl down on her knees and with vegitation growing around her, Altair flicked her lighter up. By now she should have been learning how to manifest her own flames, but being placed in the tenth grade, she still needed a catalyst. Another setback was the fact that they’d just begun to learn combat. But this girl was very obviously Earth, and therefore she didn’t need to be exactly skilled in her element. Usually, she would have just kicked the girl over or something. But if she were to just do that, she could have chosen anyone else. No. She wanted to practice a little bit and she’d found a test dummy. Was she cruel? Who even gave a fuck. Altair just did what she wanted, and right now she was pissed and wanted to take it out on someone.

She didn’t recognize the girl, and why should she? Altair didn’t go making friends, or even acquaintences. She didn’t want to know people, she couldn’t care less about anyone else. It didn’t matter as the flame snaked from her lighter, and burned the plants growing around the girl. ”You must spend a lot of time on your knees, seeing as how good you’re at it,” she commented smoothly, eyes burning like her flames. ”Now are you going to at least get up and face me, or kneel there like a little whore?” The pot calling the kettle black, but the girl didn’t need to know that. This was simply catharsis for Altair.

If Altair wasn’t so ticked off at life in general, she would have laughed at Deirdra scurrying away from her. It was an amusing sight, really. She liked to watch people scramble away from her, after all. Better yet if they fought back. But it seemed this little Earth girl wasn’t about to do that. She just sat there pathetically, lowering her head. A dog, it seemed like. Altair shook her hair out as she rolled her eyes. A little pussy, of course. What more did she expect from an Earth girl? Oh well, she would use her for some fun.

Now even caring about how sadistic she was being, Altair snorted as their eyes met. ”Bully? How old are you, five?” she drawled out coolly, like venom from a snake. She wasn’t a bully. That was a word little kids used on a playground, and she wouldn’t let herself be referred to as that. No, she was a monster. She was your worst fucking nightmare. Altair would have it no other way. When set out against someone, she was determined to make their life miserable. It was her power, it gave her the release she needed, the one she didn’t always get from her drugs and from the booze and from the sex. From life in general. Nothing felt good for long, and so she settled for these short spurts of thrills.

This was great sport for Altair, having her anger taken out on someone else. She scoffed at the words, not giving a damn about what the girl had gone through. Everyone had dealt with shit in their life, it didn’t mean they deserved more or less than anyone else. Her sneered reply was, ”Let’s see about that.” She hit the ignition of the lighter again, and the flame snaked out to the other girl’s shirt, setting fire to the hem. Hopefully, a teacher wouldn’t come around too soon and end her fun. ”You might want to put that out,” she said, talking around the cigarette in her mouth. It was steadily growing as fires do, and she wondered what this listless little girl would do.

In any case, she stepped closer to the girl and yanked her by the hair so that she got a full view of Altair’s ice blue eyes. ”Am I coming close yet, or do I have to try harder?” she asked mockingly. This was just the very tip of the iceberg—there was much more to come that she didn’t even need her lighter for.

Altair smirked. Yeah, like she was just going to skip off into the sunset because some little bitch waved her off with disinterest. That was definitely not how this Fire bitch worked. ”Don’t feel like dealing with bullies? Does it look like I give a fuck?” She raised her eyebrows and addressed her with a sneer on her lips. She wasn’t about to turn away from what might be her only fun for a while. No. This was making her feel at least somewhat better, victimizing this innocent Earth student. It was not in the way that some people bullied others to make themselves feel better about them, but Altair knew she was perfect—she just needed a realease.

Her smirk widened into a full grin as the girl grabbed at some soil like the little Earth bitch she was. She gained even more enjoyment when she dropped the dirt as she was pulled up to look at Altair and the hate and fury and amusement in her eyes, a mixture of all the cruel things she felt. That no normal human being should feel toward another. But it was there, and it was Altair’s condition. Violence is what she lived on, it was her catharsis. It was one of the only things that made her feel good, and if it was at at expense of others, so be it. She didn’t care about others. All she cared about was her sisters, and as long as they were all right, then she was too.

This little cunt was just a blip on the radar, a toy for her enjoyment. Something to shake around like a rag doll. Cruel? Twisted? Altair didn’t give a damn. And not in the way of Rowena, in the way that human life was insignificant for someone like her who played around with it every day. Hers, and others. She did reckless stunts, partied and drank until she practically killed herself, overdosed on medication she didn’t need, and like she knew what her sisters were doing, she was tearing her life apart. What did it matter if she also did that to others? They didn’t matter, not one bit. This life was just one fucking blob of not mattering.

It seemed as if the girl was unfazed. What, this wasn’t enough? Fine, she would do more. ”Not capable of hurting you, huh? Well, that means I’m only going to have to try harder, then.” In her mind, Altair was coming up with ways to utterly destroy this girl. She wanted to take it slow, though, and not just torch the Earth elemental on sight. Since she didn’t want to do that, she simply kicked her in the stomach to knock her over, and let the flame dance close to the other girl’s face, the tendrils of fire licking at her eyelashes. You did not tell Altair that she couldn’t hurt you. ”Give me some time so I can think of a creative way to fuck you up,” she said smoothly, her face still in its sneer. It wasn’t fun to just go punching and kicking her, that was too easy. Too simple. And even though it would drain her, Altair wanted to test out her abilities more. The fire now gone from her shirt and the flames aimed over her face, she let them go to her hair, setting the strands alight. It would singe them, but she kept control so they did exactly what she wanted. Not too much, not too little. ”Just know that I won’t stop, and this is just the tip of what I can do to you.”

She was being merciful in her sick, demented way. She was just toying with her, trying to find a weakness, a way to get through. And she would take all the time she needed, until she was pulled away and forced into detention. And even then, she wouldn’t stop. Nothing stopped Altair.