Mini-Ficlets

1] We've got a Big Mess on Our Hands

The boy gripped his head as he looked in the scratched bathroom mirror. The dim lights wafted in from the hall as the walls around him seemed to spin and shrink and collapse and implode. He wanted to punch the face of the person staring at him- mocking him. This wasn't him. That smug-faced bastard watching him writhe in pain would never be him… Yet at the same time, it was. Hauling back, he brought his fist to the mirror with incredible speed, cracking the reflective glass and scratching up his hand. He stood up a little straighter, looking from his bleeding, scratched hand to the broken, scratched up mirror.

At least they matched now.

2] Only One

Not this time. He wasn't going to let this go this time. "I warned you before…" he growled ominously, his arms outstretched as if to shield the figure behind him. "Stop dragging her into your messes." The woman standing across from him had the most pathetic look on her face. "P-Please…" she pleaded, looking as if she was about to cry. The man only shook his head as he grabbed the hand of the teenage girl who stood staring wide-eyed at the unfolding scene. "Out of all the sides you had to pick, you chose his. HIS! You're spiraling down the wrong path, and I'm not letting you take her down with you." The man and the girl walked away, the girl looking back at the crying woman still in the street. He muttered to himself as he kept his eyes facing forward. "I won't let you get her hurt…"

3] Slipping

Everything was working. It was all going according to plan. The young girl smiled to herself as she walked among her followers. One stood out over the rest, though. It wasn't their height. It wasn't their short hair. It wasn't their glasses or masculine appearance. No, it was the twisted, maniacal grin that was slowly cracking across their face. The gleam of malicious intent that flashed through their eyes would have sent off warning signs to any normal human being. The girl simply showed a smile to the strange person before them, a longing look in her eyes. She loved this person, no matter how unstable they may be. They were perfect in her eyes.