A/n: This is a first fanfiction in a while (like, a little over a year?) and I'm a bit rusty, but I re-read the Darkest Powers series and I just felt so inspired to come into fanfiction again. So, I wrote this story, with two other chapters already underway.
Small note: I don't see this story being a very romance centered one, even though it might have a little romance. Just a head's up for anyone looking for Chlerek fluff.
Disclaimer: Only the plot idea is mine, everything else belongs to Kelley Armstrong.
Enjoy, friends :D
SCENE ONE, ACT ONE: HEROIN sits in car. THE STUDENTS in front of the school slowly turn to UNDEAD CREATURES. HEROIN turns to grab the gun from her bag. UNDEAD doesn't detect her yet. HEROIN slides out of car, walks towards school yard. UNDEAD CREATURES notices – attacks. HEROIN shoots – kills few UNDEAD…
The script in Chloe's mind helped to pull her attention away from her sweaty hands and her quick beating heart. Still, the distraction was temporary as her eyes slid to the students that continued to crowd the school yard, greeting each other with loud and excited voices that could be heard from the closed windows of her cab.
It was a rare sight for Chloe to see – students her age walking around freely, never needing to look over their shoulders in fear that their actions were about to be held against them. They were talking with each other the same way – freely, without being afraid that they were two seconds from their death.
Had Lyle House really been that terrible? Maybe, but Chloe buried those memories. Buried them well enough that some were just a flicker of colors in her mind, or just flashes of white light against her closed eyes –
Chloe focused her attention back to the school yard, where the density of people started to thin out as 8:30 a.m. inched closer. Finally, when only a handful of students remained, Chloe took a deep breath to calm her still shaking hands.
"Thanks Milos," Chloe stepped out of the taxi and crossed the street, gripping the strap of her bag.
The cold air pricked Chloe through the navy sweater of her uniform; she pulled her larger jacket around herself. It had rained earlier that day, the smell of wet ground still lingering around her.
The school was shrouded in the aftermath of the rain, the first set of staircase cold under Chloe's shoe clad feet. She stepped up her eyes taking in the yard of the school, which looked larger in close proximity. The red and yellow leaves of fall scattered around over the grass and the concrete path – the path led to the large school building. There were a few seating arrangements of benches, also wet with rain and leaves.
There were a few more groups than Chloe had seen from the car, but none of the students bothered to look at her, to her relief. The only time someone acknowledged her presence was when a blonde girl stepped back and almost bumped into Chloe. The girl then proceeded to apologize three times.
"I-I-it's OK," Chloe muttered, slowly walking forward. She had an urge to turn back and look at the girl, but held herself back to the best of her power. There was no need to look back, anyways, since she felt the warmth coming from the girl, which should've been proof enough. Hallucinations never felt warm – always very, very cold.
But did she imagine it? Chloe couldn't help herself as she looked back, sighing in relief when she saw the blonde girl laughing along with the rest of group. She then said something to another person, which caused them to burst into laughter, again.
Chloe was satisfied with what she saw. She took a step away from the group, about to turn around, when she noticed a dark haired girl staring at her, her eyes boring into Chloe with enough intensity to make the hairs on the back of Chloe's neck stand at an end.
She gripped her bag strap tighter. The girl was one step behind the group, looking like more of an observer rather than an active participant. No one spoke to her, no one looked at; no one other than Chloe, anyways.
She didn't know what to do, she forgot how to move. Her frozen frame stood there and kept staring at the girl, hoping that her assumptions were wrong.
It was the dark haired girl that broke eye contact. She raised an eyebrow at Chloe, and slid into the group.
Chloe turned around and continued to walk, her cheeks burning. She had to ignore the urge to look back at the girl, to make sure that someone was talking to her.
The girl was real. Chloe knew she was real, just as the blonde girl was. It comforted the tension at the back of her neck, however, to look back and see the girl lightly hit another person on the shoulder. Both of them smiled and continued to talk to each other. Eventually, they joined the group in a larger conversation.
Chloe sighed again. Her shoulders fell. She continued to walk towards the staircase. Her breathing grew steadier as she put more space between herself and the girl.
The rest of the school yard was almost empty, most students already inside the building. Only a small group of students stood by the large staircase. As Chloe got closer towards them, she heard the loud laughter.
She didn't bother to look at them for too long. They were real. She kept telling herself that they were real, her medicine and the voices of Lyle House kept telling her that they were real. She didn't need to confront them to know that they were real.
Chloe looked down as she continued to walk, forcing her to avoid looking at the group. She sped up as well, reaching the first step of the stairs right beside the group in a matter of seconds. She kept her gaze down.
By the time she was on her second step, there was another laugh that forced Chloe to look up at them. She didn't get an opportunity to actually see them too well before someone came slamming into her. She was pushed to the ground, her head hitting the hard concrete of the stairs as everything at the back of her eyelids turned black.
SCENE TWO, ACT ONE: One UNDEAD attacks HEROIN. HEROIN is turning into UNDEAD.
Oh, hello there. You've made it to the end of the story. For that, you get a complimentary hug from me.
Thank you so much for reading the prologue! Even if you didn't like it, thank you for being with us on this good day :)
I have to ask for some feedback, though - would you guys prefer I italicize or bold the scripts part? I was very unsure about what to do about it...
Again, thank you very much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, feel free to review, favorite, follow, or not. Stay tuned to the next chapter, which should be up soon.
- DatingSite/ DS
