Falling to Pieces
Written By Starswim
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to M. Night Shyamalan, except my OC's and twist in plot
Rated: T (might change to M soon)
A/N: I never watched much of James McAvoy movies, until I watched Split. I gotta say I love the acting with the change of personalities. My most favorite personality is Hedwig and Dennis. Patricia scares the crap out of me. There are no Split fanfics I have seen on Fanfiction, much to my dismay, so I decided to write one anyway. This is not confirmed to be my official fanfic work. Only an idea to get off my chest. If you like me to continue with this story, just add this story to your list. When the website start making a Split category in the movies section, I will put it in that category. But anyway, hope you enjoy my Split fanfic.
Plot: What started off as a birthday hangout turns into a nightmare. Four girls have been abducted by an unknown man with multiple personalities. Who was the man? What did he want with four girls? What was so special about the freak in art class? Lily will find out, while attempting to survive the horror captivity.
Prologue
It started with the girl by the corner. No one forced her to be there, but she pushed herself away from the crowd anyway. It was almost as if she wanted to be there. Be the storm cloud to every sunshine. Why did she even come to this social event, if she wasn't going to enjoy herself?
She was basically the black sheep in every class at school. Not very friendly or sociable. She was known as the troublemaker, getting in detention for arguing with teachers, fighting with classmates, throwing buckets of paint everywhere in art class. Rumors spread how she had problems at home, always running away all the time. I was told she was the bad influence. A disease to stay away from. Who would want to be friends with a girl who causes trouble anyway?
If you think that girl in the corner was me, you're wrong.
The dark blonde hair and hazel eyed girl laughing, smiling, and hugging with her best friend (the birthday girl); while eating the delicious, chewy, chocolate chip, cookie dough cupcake? That was me.
I'm not like the dark girl in the corner. I always spread happiness and joy. I never cast a frown. I always wanted to be under the sun with people around me. I never got into trouble with school or at home. I have friends, a boyfriend, loving parents, and a beautiful appaloosa horse in my farmhouse. I was happy. I didn't understand how the girl in the corner could be not be happy with her life. Sure, she lost her parents at a young age, and her uncle John was to take care of her till she can go out on her own. But her parents wanted her to be free and happy, right?
I didn't understand the girl in the corner, never thought of her to be someone special in a positive kind of way. My friends cast her aside like a typical outcast. A loser. A nobody. A victim to high society. When my friends weren't looking, I tried to be nice to her. Said hello one time. She typically make a smart comment towards me and turn away, while I do the same and rejoin my peers.
This story wasn't about how the girl in the corner became popular. Or how the girl in the corner became friends with a preppy farm girl like me. This was the story how she became the luckiest girl in our grade, the most special. This was supposed to be her story. Not mine.
Why am I telling her story? Because this was how I got to know her in the unluckiest way possible. How my fate was sealed before I woke up at ten this Saturday morning. How I became the least special girl. The new-formed out cast. The impure. What does the word 'impure' mean?
Let's start at the beginning...
~000~000~000~
"Happy birthday to you..." Everyone sang.
The birthday girl closed her eyes, blowing off the candles from her pizza cake. Everyone cheered, digging into the pizza and the cookie dough cupcakes; while the Birthday Girl was opening presents.
"Open mine first, Claire," the dark haired and skinned girl announced, handing her best friend her large present. It turned out to be a Victoria Secret Bombshell perfume. Everyone oohed, and the birthday girl's father zoomed the camera on Claire as admired the bottle.
"Jesus, Marcie, isn't this supposed to be a little expensive?" Claire asked, opening the bottle, smelling sweet fragrance.
"Nonsense!" Marcia cried happily. "A girl needs a lure." She leaned in and whispered, "To lure Bobby Maxwell." Her eyes glanced at the baseball hunk who was folding his arms at the end of the table, smiling.
Claire scoffed, shoving her playfully, earning giggles from her girlfriends.
"Okay, next present," Mr. Benoit dismissed it, refusing to know what her daughter's friend whispered to her.
"Here ya are, Claire-Bell," the braided girl spoke. She wore black framed specs over her hazel eyes, dressed in a green cable knit sweater; boot-cut jeans, and cowgirl boots.
"Ooh, no boots this time, Lily-May?" Claire took the small rectangle
Lily shook her head, "No. Not this time. Couldn't fit in the box anyway. Maybe next year."
Claire giggled, ripping the box open. She gasped with widened eyes. "Oh my..." She held up a gift card for a free ninety minute massage at Massage Envy. She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence for everyone cheered at that most valuable gift. A massage. One of the best stress relievers. Claire immediately hugged Lily, thanking her.
"Happy Birthday, Claire," Lily whispered.
"Thank you," she whispered back.
Lily casted a glared at the girl in the corner. Throughout the party, the girl in the corner has yet to say a word. No 'Happy Birthday'. No best wishes. Nothing. Why was she here? Did her uncle force her to come? There was no telling. Nobody in the room wanted her to be here and act this way, little did they know that the girl in the hoodie was thinking the same thing.
~000~000~000~
"That's what happens when you do a 'mercy' invite," Claire grumbled to her father. The hooded girl was standing far away from them, by the window, talking to her uncle on the phone.
"I believed you wanted to invite everyone," Mr. Benoit assumed, couldn't believe his daughter was saying those things.
Claire scoffed, "Dad, I can't invite everyone in art class, except for one person without social network evidence inflicting more pain on that person than intended."
"She doesn't exactly feel pain," Marcia whispered. "I mean she did snap at our art teacher and threw a paint bucket, almost hitting Lily."
Mr. Benoit casted Lily with widened eyes, while the girl was trying to reach out for a ride. Her mother was too busy massaging people, and her father has yet to answer the phone. She assumed his hands were tied at the barn, forgetting that his only child needed to be picked up at exactly three o'clock.
"Well, Claire," Mr. Benoit cleared his throat. "I am proud of you... I think."
Lily sighed, "Well, my dad isn't answering my calls."
"What about your mom?" Mr. Benoit asked.
"At the spa. But I can try Ben."
"Ooh," Marcia cooed. "Benny, the college hunk-"
"Shut up," Lily grumbled, texting her boyfriend.
"College? How old is he?" Mr. Benoit asked.
"Dad, we are eighteen," Claire retorted to Lily's defense. "It's perfectly legal to date an older boy."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Mr. Benoit rolled his eyes.
"Benny is a sweetie," Marcia smiled, licking her lips. "A sexy cowboy with six pack."
"Okay! Cool it!" Lily laughed, giving her friend a shove.
Marcia whispered to her, "I'm sure he lets you ride him often, not his horse." The girls continued laughing, but soon died down when the storm cloud approached them.
"Um..." the hooded girl began awkwardly, "The car... broke down. Which means I can take the bus ride home."
"No, you are not," Mr. Benoit disagreed, earning shocked glares from the girls. "I'll take you home. Claire has almost saved her half of the money, she needs for a car. Isn't that right, pumpkin?"
Claire forced a smile, but didn't utter a word.
"This is probably one of the last few times I can drive you girls around."
The hooded girl shook her head about to decline the offer.
"You won't be able to hear my dad tell jokes that only he thinks are funny for an entire car ride home, unless you come."
Marcia and Lily glared at Claire in shock. Was this girl actually wanted the freak to come along? After what happened in art class?
Lily checked her phone, hoping to get a response from her boyfriend. Benny replied, but not what she was hoping for.
'Hands are tied with the Old Testament."
Lily texted back, "I'm sure the good Lord would want to give your girlfriend a helping hand for she is about to be stuck with the failed comedian and the Paint Bucket Killer."
"Not a Christian thing to say, Lily. Just ignore the troll. I will make it up to you with flowers and chocolates, tomorrow. Be sure to leave your phone on and let me know when you made it home."
Lily huffed, "Well, make the party into five for I have no one to take me home."
Mr. Benoit shrugged, "That's okay. I'll take you home."
"No. No," Claire disagreed. "How about you come over, and we can have a sleep over?"
Marcia nodded in agreement, "Yeah! Girl's night. One day away from the smelly pigs. It'll be fun."
"A little insulted about the pigs, Marcy." Lily smiled, "But I would love to... If that's okay with Claire's dad."
"It's fine," Mr. Benoit responded, taking a bag of presents. "Just text your parents, and let them know you're coming home with us."
Lily nodded, keeping her safe distance from the hooded girl. "Got it." She silently prayed that she didn't have to sit next to her in the car. The seats available were three in the back and a passenger side in the front.
~000~000~000~
Much to her relief, she didn't sit next to the paint killer. Lily sat next to Marcia and Claire in the back, while the hooded girl sat in the passenger front seat, quiet as she can be.
Marcia was showing Claire and Lily a YouTube star - Lucas who was famous for Fred.
"You think he is cute?" Clare asked in disbelief.
"Why not?" Marcia asked.
"He is gay, Marcy," Lily retorted.
"Gay?"
"Yeah. Don't you know it?"
"Just because he has his hair cut like that, and have tight shirts does not mean he is-"
"Marcy, he is gay," Claire stated. "He may be looking like that to be funny, but I heard that he has a boyfriend from another YouTuber."
"Who?"
"Kingsley. And guess what? He is also gay."
"Kingsley is gay?!"
Lily furrowed her brows at her naïve, boy crazy friend, "Yeah, he's gay. How can you not know this?"
Claire giggled, "To be honest, Lilly-May. Marcy is just boy blind."
"I am not!" Marcia argued.
"Are too," Lily argued, sticking her tongue out.
"Are not?!"
The girls argued, but laughed at the same time.
While they were having the time of their lives, laughing, the driver door slammed shut. The engine was turned on, automatically playing 'Outside' by Ellie Goulding with Calvin Harris.
"Oh! I love this song!" Lily declared.
"Me too," Marcia swayed her arms in the air as if she was partying.
Claire's eyes were finally off the phone and back at her father, "Hey, Dad, can you turn the radio..." She trailed off to get a good look at the driver.
He wasn't Mr. Benoit. Not even close. Mr. Benoit had full hair with a dark blue jacket and an ugly buttoned plaid shirt. This man was opposite. He's a stranger. Bald with framed glasses, a navy shirt all-buttoned up. He had a yellow rag, covering his thumb and forefinger, picking up bits of trash by the GPS. He seemed nervous about something. Was he embarrassed that he waltzed into their car?
"Uh, pardon me, sir?" Claire began. "I... I think you have the wrong car."
The man ignored her, but froze in mid-pick. Why wasn't he getting out? Why was he here?
He dropped the trash, and stuffed his ragged hand in his pocket. Before anyone could see what he was doing, there was a click. Claire was sprayed in the face, knocking her out instantly. Marcia and Lily screamed, jerking the door to open, but the man child-locked it. Marcia's screams were silenced for the man sprayed her.
Lily didn't pay attention for she used her elbow to break the window, calling for help while jerking the door to open. She yelped, feeling her braid yanked backwards, forcing her body to follow. She was dragged to the middle console, gazing up at the man with a white surgical mask over his nose and face. It took a split second to see what wasn't hiding underneath the mask.
No doubt he was in his late thirties, close to forties. The way his eyebrows were knitted together like he was deep in concentration. His eyes behind the specs were dark blue like sky outside. Although, they hold no sympathy whatsoever, especially when Lily brought up the waterworks.
"P-Please..."
Before she could hit him or even plead for mercy, the faint sweet concoction met her tongue. Her glasses fogged along with her vision. Her head was spinning widely. Her muscles and voice had gone numb. The last thing she could see was the hooded girl. She was sitting at the passenger side doing nothing but stare.
Why was she sitting there? Why wasn't she running? How could she not be screaming, right now? He was going to get her, too. No doubt. Who was he? Why was he doing this?
The questions that were running through Lily's head was silenced, same as her conscious. Her whole world turned black. She knew that the instant she wakes up, she will be welcomed in the Underworld.
