Title- Unnatural Nights
Author- CatLover2906 (Featuring… Victory For All)
Warning(s) - Vivid Imagery, Angst, Strong Language, Depression, Mystery, Secret Revealing, (possible Mafia), Blood, Robin!whump, Artemis!whump, OC!whump, dirty humor, and insane people (guilty as charged). From here on out it gets really confusing people.
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Emily POV
Wha-where am I? Where is everyone else? I look around me, seeming to be in a dingy cell room. What am I doing here? Is that…Amy…? What…is that…blood? Oh my god. No. No no no! She can't be dead! I try to run over to her, but my feet stumble on something hard… I look over. Bill? No not him too…I look around me, and they're everywhere. Amy. Bill, Dylan, Lexi, Cristen, Shayleigh,…no…Connor… I subtle around, feeling myself drown on the smell of the blood in the air. All dead…how? Why am I alive, and they're not? Then, I hear it… That familiar chuckle. The one that sent the devil on my trail. I turn around.
"I told you I would make you pay for your insolence."
A smile creeps to his face. Then I see who he has with him. Robin. No! Not him. He's innocent in all this… Suddenly, my throat clears. A searing pain fills me when I see the gun to Robin's head. The pain builds to agony, until I cry out, begging.
"No! Please no! I didn't mean to! Please! PLEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Then I became aware of a different kind of pain. The one that slowly eats away at your sanity. The one that slowly carves a cavern into your heart. The pain of being a survivor…when the one's you love are gone.
Amy's pov
Hello. My name is Amy. And I have changed. Life makes you that way sometimes. No, not life. Life doesn't make you watch as they disappear. Fate, destiny, whatever. All of it is bullshit anyway. I am no longer that 'lovable hyper girl'. No, I am the silent, mute, depressed girl now. I bury my head into my pillow to muffle my cries of anguish. Ever since that night I haven't spoken a word to anyone. Not even the rest of the survivors of that night. I shift myself up in my bed quickly wiping away my tears. I needed to get away from this room. I didn't want to confront her if she woke up. We both slept in the same room since that night. I quickly shuffle out of our room and down the hall to the training room. It was dead silent in the mountain. Not surprising considering it is 3:17 a.m. Upon reaching the training room I was not surprised by the shadowed figure hunched over the holographic computer typing furiously. I sigh… that's the only thing I've been doing lately. Noises but no words. I shuffle over to him, tears silently trekking down my face. My surviving friends are my rock, my stability. Without them I would probably… cease… to exist… or live. I gently place a hand on his shoulder. He tenses, but he doesn't push me away like all the other times. He turns around and I search his eyes for any kind of emotion or anything! All I got in return was an emotionless mask. He looked down and I was running towards our room before the ear-piercing scream even registered in my mind. This was the normal routine now. I never did see Dylan's emotionless mask fall from his face. Nor did I ever see the silent tears streaming down his face; his eyes full of pain and sorrow. I only heard my friend's screams of torture.