Shaker

"Monster who realizes dreams" -Making Up Monsters https://www.tumblr.com/making-up-monsters/774642900081459200/monster-person-528

The people tied to my dining room chairs stared at me with assorted rage, fear, resignation, the cloth napkins stuffed in their mouths barely containing their pleading and shouts of defiance. I sighed. "I don't know why you all hate me so badly. I haven't done anything to anyone. You're in this situation by your own free will."

When they had arrived to kill me a few minutes before, I had simply stated what I knew to be true: they were going to gag each other, tie each other in ropes, sit down and then wait for me to finish tying all the loose ends. And they had. Now the two women and their companion were glaring at me as if I somehow bore some responsibility for this.

I chose the older-looking of the two to be the spokesperson for the group, and tugged her gag down. "So what were you trying to accomplish here today?" 

"I don't have anything to say to you, murderer!" 

What a headache. 

"God, you people just don't understand the power of positive thinking. Hey. Buddy. Hey, you." The man looked up at me, his gaze snapping frantically between myself and his friends. "I'm sorry you have to find out this way, but your heart is going to stop in five seconds." I didn't command it; I didn't wish it; I didn't demand it; I simply knew it, the same way I knew the sun will go down every night. And what I know to be true is always true. 

He jerked and shook a few heartbeats later- is that in poor taste?- a few moments later, before sagging in his chair and slumping forward. The women began to scream - the one who wasn't gagged, anyway. I almost told her that she would gag herself again, but I stopped short - the ambiguity of the phrasing allowed for some unpleasant possibilities and I didn't want to see anything gross that evening. I sighed again and just rode it out, letting them get it out of their system. 

I sat down on a fourth chair, straddling it backwards and resting my arms on the seatback youth pastor style, 90s Anti-Drug PSA style. "So. One more time. What were you hoping to accomplish here tonight?" 

"Fuck you!!!" she growled, and I groaned. "We are going to be here all NIGHT at this rate. Your body is no longer capable of absorbing oxygen." I replaced the gag and left her to figure out what that meant, and turned my attention to the last person - she shook her head violently as I reached to pull her gag down, but I shushed her. "Relax." 

"We were here to steal your powers and kill you! At least kill you! I'm sorry we were wrong we were wrong!" She babbled it rapid fire, laying out their plan, their motivation, their whole deal. The other woman was beginning to take deeper and deeper breaths, grunting with alarm as it didn't seem to "'work". 

I'm afraid I laughed. It was just so ridiculous. 

"You did all that when all you had to do is read the Secret?! God!"

She stared at me with confusion, which turned to horror as she saw her friend's complexion going purple, heading to blue. "You're killing her!" 

I sniffed. "I'm not doing a damn thing. Things just happen when you let negativity control you, that's why it's so important to keep a positive mindset."

"Someone's going to kill you, you bitch! You monster! Somebody!" the woman sobbed, and I smiled. 

"Nice try, but you only want that to be true." The older woman now sat slumped in her chair, dead, unconscious, whatever. I turned the younger woman's face to mine, my long nails pressing sharply into her cheeks, and leaned closer.

"It doesn't mean anything if you don't believe."