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"The cemetery?" The girl asked skeptically, stopping suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk, unable to suppress a shudder as the cold autumn breeze blew softly across her face. "Why would you want to go there of all places? On this night of all nights?"
"Because Faust." One of the girls began, turning her dark amber eyes down upon the shorter female. She was cadaverous in appearance. With long bony limbs and skin so pale it seemed to lack blood, to lack the very pigment, to lack any color but for the hollow shadows around her eyes. "It is all hallows' eve, the night when the dead are most awake."
Marilyn Faust, feeling uncomfortable beneath the unblinking gaze, tore her own eyes away and instead studied a crack within the pavement. The taller girl noticed this, and her thin lips twisted into a venomously vile smirk, then a sly smile as her eyebrows arced in cruel amusement. "Faust . . . tell me you're not afraid? If you are . . . you could always go home."
The other girls began to chatter amongst themselves at this, a few giggles and chuckles passed between them. Marilyn squirmed uneasily, fingering the black matter of her dress, and the soft white lace that hung beneath it. Truth be told the petite teen held no fear toward cemeteries, nor for Halloween and superstitions, but she had spent so much time making her costume . . . she hated to think of dirtying it so soon. Yet, glancing at the others girls all dressed in simple store-bought costumes with their masks in hand, she realized she was the only one who didn't want to go, and being left behind was a thought far more distasteful than the fate of her costume.
"No, Jezebel. I'm not afraid." The girl replied. Hating Jezebel with a passion only rivaled by her need to be accepted by the skeletal girl. Once again she was the puppet. "I would follow you to Hell and back, if I could."
A smile spread across Jezebels face, a cold Cheshire cat grin. The other girls seeing this smiled wide as well.
"Good. Tonight you will be tested. Now, lets fly!" With that the taller girl spun on her heels and started down the empty streets in the direction of the city necropolis. The other girls, ghastly ghouls with red tainted cheeks and eyes wide with the excitement of promised mischief, quickly followed suit. Only Marilyn hesitated, glancing around at a group of children as they scurried down the street in the opposite direction, then at the moon in which hung full and orange like a sinister eye amongst the black curtain of the sky.
"Something bad is going to happen . . . " She whispered to a presence she felt, but knew was not there. Jezebel's words still hung in the air, wrapping the girl in the fingers of paranoia as they sent ominous tremors dancing up her spine.
Do not expect an update anytime soon, this is nothing more then the prologue, and I am a procrastinator. The characters you all know and love may appear sometime next chapter. Till then, please review.