The cold air froze upon my skin, like a polar- vortex had been just released to put out the heat emitting from me.

Jenson, along with the mystery guy, had pulled out the entanglement of my emotions, which had nowhere to go, but, seemingly out. I had to rush out of the dorm, or else.

Either, I was, going to exercise the college ritual of experimentation, or they both were going to end up being split and muscled fragments torn from their boiling blood, as I wanted nothing more than to adhere the need to feel fresh flesh writhing between my fingertips. That sensation alone – scared me senseless.

I fell to my knees - just after exalting myself from the halls, that became an extending labyrinth, persisting that I shall never reach the outward world – I exited the building.

I sniffled back tears, wanting so immensely to gain control. I was getting to be at the mercy of the simple primordial instincts. I wanted the two males in the dorm room; I desired Dannity.

At her very thought my mind raced back to earlier in the week. I couldn't take how he was; what he had did; and now he insisted to be with her – just for spite.

I could feel that in the hallway, she too had felt something; she was giving off this scent of desire; desire for me – I'm not sure; but I saw the complexed glances she speckled at Blayke.

The conversation her and her friend (who I'm sure gave all the impressions that one girl – let alone, two girls – should connive) had since that day; it wouldn't take long for everything to meet in a simultaneous combustion; a dangerous revelation to come to terms with.

That friend – petite with a stark attitude to be perceived from space, if you were to look closer at her, gave off some undeniable scents; her body stimulated the slightest perspiration; I believe she was nervous that particular day.

Why of all things to creep in my mind at this exact moment, I'm not sure, but who knows why anything – for that matter – electrifies our minds.

With that same thought, came a random question that suddenly came bombarding me. Why now? Why was this girl Nikki so interested in Blayke? Am I missing something of great importance here, or am I completely giving my imagination a gauntlet of a run tonight? Let's go with the later of the choices, and hope that that is all.

I hollowed my mind; taking in profound breaths; letting nature take its' calming path within vibrating veins.

I picked myself up, along with the sodden clothes that clung to me like an outer layer of skin.

The funny thing about it was, I wasn't in any form - cold. It's as if I were just in a summer storm, with the heavy rain cooling me off from the humidity of the sauna-like day. Bizarreties.

I came around from the apartment complex side door, just to catch a glimpse of Danni crossing the paved road that split us from the main campus. I whimpered a smile.

Why couldn't I know for sure if she felt the same for me as I'm unconditionally, and yet, also, harshly had been doing for her?

Well, there's the whole problem!

I'm not being honest to myself, or her, while withholding this insatiable attraction; we both appear to be sending out in heaves of matter from space. The resemblance of flirting was impenetrable from our first meeting of conversation – I'm sure it.

Then, as if a switch had been flicked on, that unforgettable; torturing a million souls smell; his smell scorched the air with a pungency you could throw up from – and I had to admit at that particular moment (or any moment rather) the thought of that prick - I'm not sugar-coating it – produced a feeling of a little regurgitation developing in the back of my throat.

He's near.

I. fucking. Hate. Him.

At that actual moment, my heart sunk at the nauseating, and escapable illusion of them together; the picture's playing ping-pong among my active imagination grew to new levels as I croaked out in pain.

I was getting worse, much worse, as I got older at maintaining emotions bottled up.

The burning on my face grew to a boil. My head began throbbing intensely. My fingers rushed to the aid of my head as I felt the flames engulf my skin. Hell; revenge; belonging to me; protection crossed my mind all at once, and suddenly, the ground violently cooed and shook open with a splitting echo as I tried to gain balance with my hands.

The glossy green sod steamed, as like a morning fog cooling off blistering temperatures fluctuating below the water surface; it ripped undefended with a crackling sound. Reverberations of screaming; moaning, came searing up. The rot; the heat singed like that of a seven-hundred-degree grill. Only a taste of what the engulfing entirety of flames could be swarmed upon ones' skin.

I could hear a deep raspy voice roar, 'Go.' I rocked back and rolled onto wet hands and butt, as I leered back in question of my sanity, or comprehension as this black shiver of a shadow came blaring towards the opening; and up to me.

I gulped in response to the dryness shaking my throat. The dark matter was instantaneously hovering over me as I now sat nose to snout with this smelly; ribbed bulged; bloody decaying dog. The thing about it was that – I wasn't particularly afraid of it; perhaps the voice, or the fact of where it came from, but, not of it.

It seemed to be at ease with me itself, as well. I believe strange has slowly crawled out the ungreased door and replaced itself with complete bizarreties.

Around this time, is when I could hear his laughter from within the wall of his boss's office, and the wood thumping to an unquestionable rhythm?

The dog rounded about upon my surging face, to gazed up toward the same framed window. A low gurgled growl trembled from its' half-exposed gut.

Silently, it stayed at an obedient demand, as if I had held it to expense that exact behavior before me, it blurred out of human sight, then within a few seconds it reappeared just under the dim light of the canopied walk-way just beyond the professor's office building. About the same time - to horrific acknowledgment - as Danni fell into those ridiculous brier bushes.

I could see her getting up, as the laughter continued from the office - I'm not convinced Danni knew that the source of her own humiliation was that of herself and of no one else – nether less, she threw accusation towards whomever it came to be amused at her. She may have a tiny bit less of amour-propre – who knows.

The dog and Danni met with a gaze. That action alone sent an icy chill sprinting up my vertebrae.

Yet, Danni tore towards the office building; with the questionable mammal obliging for the attack.

I wonder why the 'it' dog from literally – hell, was even going after her at all ... I stopped rapidly thinking of the reason – then I realized, I must have been angry at her too. Perhaps not in an instant, conscious confirmation, but, it was there; underneath all the baggage claim I'm carrying. Shit – it's going after her because of me.

But, as I stood, retaining the ability of mobility; pointing my feet for a stance to run, and kill the beast who was after the girl I wanted to date - the glass door shattered, ripping the creature into pieces of riddled blood and spliced guts.

The groan shivered through me, as I looked on with wonder; plus, confusion to add. It flared with a flash of electric blue, as it was swallowed up with what little it had left hanging on its body. It melted within seconds, then replaced with a ghoulish colored smoldering ash.

It couldn't have been the glass that killed the beast; it came from the depths of hell for devils' sake. Lemme think... I thought of saving her; ready to run to her defense; I wanted it dead. Realization struck me with a hard smack across the face. Me! I must have killed it, by the consciousness thought of doing it. Is that even possible?