Welcome to ch.1 of......Field Trip Gone Wrong.
I, sadly, own nothing but the plot.
Alex's P.O.V:
"Need music." I moan. I was currently in a bus going to Washington, D.C. on a field trip. We were 1,352 miles away from the school and 3,682 miles away from our destination. The reason I was moaning was my most precious possession, my ipod, just ran out of batteries.
I am 17 and medium height, have waist long midnight black hair with natural silver highlights, and blue faked dyed highlights, light tanish skin bordering on pale, full, red lips, shocking blue eyes with black and grey specks, and am wearing a black T-shirt with a full moon and a wolf with sharp teeth howling at it, black converses that say 'Papa Roach' on one side and 'Three Days Grace' on the other, dark, almost black, blue jean shorts, a silver plain bracelet and black pony tail on my right wrist, a purple, black, and blue loose beaded choker, and a silver chain with a obsidian, amethyst, and onyx combined rose emblem about the size of a quarter.
"Your ipod already is dead, you need to lay off of that thing." my friend Moony, her real name was Amber, lectured from the seat in front of me. She was 17 and medium height, like me, had dirty blond, frizzy hair up in a pony-tail, chocolate brown eyes, medium tan skin, she was a little to slim, and she was wearing light blue jean shorts that came an inch above her knees, white converse and a black T-shirt that had a Hersey bar on it.
"You really are addicted to that thing." Rose [real name Melina], Moony's fraternal twin [they don't look alike], adds. She is 17 and short, had shoulder length black hair, dark brown eyes, and was wearing light pink shorts, dark blue converses, and a black T-shirt with a mouse on it.
"Oh shut up you two," I complain, "You guys know I love my ipod."
"If you love it so much, run away with it, go to Vegas, and get married to a drunken priest so he will marry you off to a machine." Moony exclaims sarcastically.
"Okay, you two can be the drunken bride's maids." I agree in a serious tone. They are shocked at my serious tone. After a tense minute I break out in laughter.
"Ha Ha, very funny." A voice sneers behind Moony and Rose [in front of me though].
"Shut up, will ya!" seethes Moony. She growls lowly in her throat.
"Freaks," Drake scowls, "You're all freaks."
"Thanks Dragon Boy." I tease.
"Quit calling me that," the prat hisses before sitting back down.
"Dragon Boy?" Rose asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Drake means dragon." Moony explains. Drake was a tall 17 year-old, he has bleach blond hair, grey eyes, and was wearing some expensive dark blue jeans, 100.00 dollar shoes, and a white shirt made of some expensive material. His dad was filthy rich.
"I love the saying 'stupid blonds', it always applies." I say with a smirk.
"Yeah....Hey!" Moony says before elbowing me and the laughing Rose. After we calm down we start talking again.
"Why do we have to go on a field trip, I would rather be cutting school and sleeping in." I complain. They nod their heads in agreement. Before we can continue our discussion, the bus speeds up with a jerk.
"What the..." I am cut off as the bus driver starts yelling.
"I've lost control of the bus." he yells in vain, the rest of the class's screams make him impossible to hear. Before we can scream like the rest of the class, the bus tips over!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........." we all yell. The bus hits the ground and skids on the blacktop. We skid off the road....right into a huge oak tree. The bus hits it with a crash. All screams stop on impact. I hear moaning but am too blinded by pain to care. I push a random person off of me. I look down at myself. I have a piece of glass in my leg, and arm. My clothes are covered in dirt and a little blood from others. I slowly wrap my hand around the shard in my leg and jerk it out with a strangled cry. I do the same with my arm. I slow stand up, using the bus for support and holding my arm. I walk over to a in pain Rose and unconscious.
"You gonna live?" I ask as Rose pulls a shard of glass out of her shoulder. She moans in pain in response. I sit down beside Moony and check her for injuries. All I had to do was pull a shard of glass out of her hand.
"Wake up........wake up......wake up...." I try and shake her. After a while she sits up, awake.
"What the.....what happened to you two!?" she asks us, worry evident in her voice.
"The bus crashed, I ended up with a shards of glass in my leg and arm. Rose got a piece in her shoulder." I explain briefly.
"Owwww..." she moans as she bends her wounded hand. I smirk at her.
"We can't stay here, in the night time, on a bus of wounded people. Grab your bags and prepare for a long walk." I instruct standing up. The nod and we get our bags. We walk to the road and start walking in a random direction.
[5 hour time lapse]
"Can't go on, any longer." Moony says dramatically. I chuckle in response.
"Try." Rose and me glare.
"But I didn't run track like you two, I'm not very used to running for a long time." she points out.
"So." I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Shut up you two. I see something, but I can't tell what it is." Rose says, pointing to something a half-mile walk away.
"It's a.....glass house." I explain, straining my eyes.
"Cool.....let's go!" we cheer, moving at a faster pace. After 14 minutes we reach the dark glass house. It's surround by the thick forest.
"Man,...this house is creepy," Moony whispers.
"Sweet," Rose and I cheer, high fiving each other.
"Let's go in already," Moony moans, "I'd rather be inside the freaky house than outside in the middle of the night." We shrug and walk towards the door.
"We need a key," Moony points out, "Well, let's go." Rose grabs her before she can run away.
"It's like a locket, it can only be opened by a key. See those gears in the walls, when the door opens, the house turns on." I explain.
"But we don't need a key," I smirk, limping to my bag, "I might be able to pick it, just like any other lock." I grab my survivor knife, taser [never know when you'll need it], and liquid, quick drying rubber.
"What...."
"The...."
"Heck," Moony and Rose say together.
"Shut up and let me work," I mumble kneeling in front of the key hole. I could tell this key was probably mechanical to open a machine ran house. I fill the key hole with the liquid rubber and stick my knife in it. After 10 minutes I think the liquid rubber has taken shape and hardened. I pull on the knife and struggle to get the rubber key out. Sense rubber bends, I pulled it out. I took the knife out of the rubber key and put and rubber key back in. I got the taser and shocked the rubber. After a minute, the visible part of the key disappeared into the keyhole and creaking was heard. After a second the house lit up with lights and the gears in the walls were moving, opening the doors. I throw everything back in my bag and limp into the house, Moony and Rose following in shock.
"How," Moony say, pointing towards the door.
"A couple years ago, I heard there was a brutal murdering here of Arthur, Kathy, Robert Kriticos, their nanny Maggie Bess and Dennis Rafkin, they were here after Cyrus Kriticos died and left the house to Arthur. Who or what killed them is unknown," I explain, "I studied up on the house and learned a lot about how it works. The only thing I didn't understand is who murdered them, this is the only entrance."
"I heard about that......THIS IS THE HOUSE!" Moony yells in fear.
"Shut up, you're giving me a headache." I hiss, rubbing my temples.
"Sweet....well I'm tired," Rose says. Moony nod reluctantly in agreement. We all jump as the house shifts...and the doors close and lock.
"Oh no, there's no way out. There's no way to open the door from the inside...that I know of." I mumble sadly.
"W-WHAT!" Rose and Moony yell.
"We'll figure a way out in the morning. For now let's go to a bedroom. If I'm right, on the second floor, there's a large bedroom with three separate, king size beds, walk in closet and full conjoining bathroom," I whisper, walking towards the stairs, "And don't touch or break anything."
"Wow, this is bigger than my living room," Moony whispers in amazement as we enter the bedroom. I walk into the bathroom as they fight over beds and the T.V. remote. I shut the glass door behind me. The bathroom was completely black marble except the ceiling, walls, door, and floor. All the glass, except the mirror, was white and you couldn't see through it, much to my relief. I took a long, hot shower before getting out, getting dressed in night clothes [black silk shorts, purple T-shirt with black rose and stem with thorns wrapping around stomach, rose necklace, and fuzzy black slippers], badged the wound in my arm and leg, and blow drying my waist long, midnight black hair with silver and blue highlights. I walk back into the bedroom, bag with muddy clothes in hand.
"AAAAHHHH," Moony and Rose yell, watching some bloody, gore movie. I just smirk as I see the bloody massacre scene on the screen. I throw myself into the only remaining bed in the middle, throwing off my black fuzzy slippers on the way.
"You guys wanna goof off?" I asked, turning down the volume on the T.V.
"Sure," they agreed. I ran down the stairs to the main level living room and found a huge stereo system with speakers almost my height.
"Oh no," I heard Rose mutter behind me, seeing me marveling at the sound system.
"Sweet," I said with an evil grin. I turned it on, plugged my dead ipod, that I put in my pocket, into the main system. It would play the music off my ipod while charging it. I put it on random, turned the stereo up ALL the way, and looked at Moony and Rose in pity, while I was used to abusing my ears, they weren't. As the song came on, I jumped up on the coffee table and sang along. Moony and Rose humming along after the instrumental.
" Are you lost in your lies?
Do you tell yourself I don't realize
Your crusade's a disguise?
Replaced freedom with fear
You trade money for lives
I'm aware of what you've done," I sang.
"No, no more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced
I see pain, I see need
I see lairs and fiends
Abuse power with greed
I had hope, I believed
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived
You will pay for what you've done!
No, no more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced!
Thieves and hypocrites!
Thieves and hypocrites!
Thieves and hypocrites!
No, no more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced
No, no more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced
Your time has come to be replaced
Your time has come to be erased!" I finished.
"Nice singing...and clothes," a voice says. I spin around, posed for attack and lung at the figure. They grunt as I push them to the ground. I can't see through my and the person's hair. I hear Moony and Rose laughing in the corner and slowly move my and the person's hair out of the way.
"Would you mind...getting off..of me," Drake wheezes. I jump off of him, doing a back-flip.
"Why and how are you here," I growled through clenched teeth. I could see by the blood on his shirt that in the crash he got pretty banged up himself.
"I was walking up the road in a random direction. I saw turned into a clearing just in time to see you 3 come into this glass house. I ran as fast as I could and managed to get inside and out of the way before you guys saw me. I hid behind a samurai suit and after you 3 went upstairs, I walked around and got lost. So when I heard music, I followed it, knowing it would lead me to Alex. And here we are now." he explained. I sat down on the couch, when suddenly....the house started shifting!
"What the he..." I never got to finish as I was separated from Moony and Rose by a glass wall sliding down in-between us. I looked around my side and saw Drake flat on his back on the floor. I saw Moony trying to yell at me, but I couldn't hear her.
"The glass is sound proof," I mused.
"Then how could I hear it," Drake said confused, standing up.
"The door was open and the hallway you were in had no glass walls completely separating you from us," I wondered. He nodded in understanding.
"Why are we being civil?" I asked.
"Because you almost just beat me up out of instinct," he muttered, trying to make sure I didn't hear him.
"That must've been a big bruise to your over sized ego," I teased. We start to walk around aimlessly.
"Let's separate," Drake suggested.
"No, in horror movies, whenever people split up, they end up dead," I explained.
"Okay....you watch way too many horror and gore movies," he lectures. As I notice our surroundings, I see we're near the stairs to the basement.
"Oooowwwww," I hear Drake moan, falling to the ground. I turn to face him and immediately have to dodge a knife coming towards my head. I look to the wielder to see a teenage girl around my age, naked, though covered in so many deep cuts it didn't matter. She was wet with blood and water, her skin a blueish white....like a..
"Ghost," I mutter. She tilts her head at me.
"How can I see you," I wondered aloud. She seems to be thinking the same thing. 'Let's see, all ghost things and murders that relate to this girl.' I think. I remember reading a roman book at the library near my boarding school. It was about the...Black Zodiac! This is the...Angry Princess.
"The Angry Princess," I whisper. That catches her attention. She looks at me expectantly, like I knew her.
"I don't know your real name," I answer her unasked question. My answer must have angered her, cause she swung at me again with the knife.
"Help me you moron!" Drake hissed at me, trying to stand up. The Angry Princess ran at me, knife ready to strike. I was frozen. Just as she was about to attack, I dodged and pushed her into the glass wall with Latin writings on a pained scream she disappeared. I stared in shock at my hands.
"What happened," Drake whispered from beside me.
"That was the Angry Princess, a ghost of the Black Zodiac. I shouldn't be able to see, let alone touch her." I explain, turning towards him.
"Ghost?....are you okay," he asked, holding a hand to my forehead. I growl at him.
"What attacked you then, I didn't have any weapons," I ask.
"I...don't know." he admitted.
"Well that was just one of the 12 ghosts of the Black Zodiac. I think all 12 are here and some of them aren't very nice. We need to get somewhere safe and fast, she might be back." I said, throwing his arm over my shoulders and starting to walk away from the basement. 'The basement...I didn't read anything about the basement, other than there was just glass, jail like cells down there.' I think.
"We need to find Cyrus's library and fast." I whisper to myself.
"Of all times to go to a library." Drake mutters beside, obviously hearing what I said. As I remember from past studying of the house, I remember the way to the library. We thankfully make it there unharmed. When we go into the library the door shuts behind us. The glass around the room had Latin on it. I sit Drake in a chair. I lock the door. I felt like we weren't alone. I stopped breathing and covered his mouth and nose, giving him a warning glance to stay quiet. I could breathing coming from underneath the desk. I release Drake and glide silently to the desk. I kneel down facing the hollow part of the desk.
"Hi guys!" I yell, scaring them. They both jump and hit their heads on the top on the desk. I fall back laughing, I could hear Drake chuckle from his chair. I stop laughing as they crawl out from under the desk. Moony had a deep cut on her arm, as did Rose.
"What happened?" I ask, already having an idea. They looked at each other than turned towards me.
"Something we couldn't see attacked us, all we heard was an evil.....giggle," Moony explained for both of them.
"We are in a house with 12 other ghosts. They are the ghosts of the Black Zodiac. Only I can see and touch them though. The Latin writing on the walls are curses and containment spells to keep the ghosts from fazing through the walls into rooms." I explain to them. They looked stunned.
"That makes sense. I remember reading that some humans can see, contact and touch ghosts." Rose mused. I stood up and started looking through the desk till I found a book in Latin. I opened to the first page and saw a picture of twelve symbols surrounding a middle point were a faceless person was drawn. I could translate every word except when it came to the spells and curses.
"The Eye of Hell."I mutter in amazement.
"What?" Moony, Rose, and Drake ask in horror and confusion.
"The reason the Black Zodiac ghosts are here are to open the Eye of Hell. There are twelve ghosts: the First Born Son, the Torso, the Bound Woman, the Withered Lover, the Torn Prince, the Angry Princess, the Pilgrimess, the Great Child and the Dire Mother, the Hammer, the Jackal, the Juggernaut, and a willing sacrifice." I said, showing each ghost's page when I said their names.
"A willing sacrifice?" Drake asked in wonder.
"To actually open the Eye, someone alive must willingly sacrifice them-self for love." I explain.
"Search around here for anything to tell use how to get out of here." I instruct, starting to go through the desk again. After 10 minutes of searching I found a dusty laptop under some papers.
"I found a laptop." I told the others. I turned it on and saw that the back round was the same as the picture in the book of twelve symbols, the ghosts, around a sacrifice. I clicked on a disk icon and on came a video recording of Cyrus giving the glass house to Arthur. It was made a month before Cyrus died in a 'freak' accident at a junkyard.
"I don't know why, but I think the ghosts have something to do with all the deaths here. They attack any living thing. Drake and I already were attacked by the Angry Princess." I say suspiciously.
"We got attacked by a ghost that was male, and had an evil, insane laugh." Moony described again in more detail.
"The Jackal. Oh crap, if he's out we're dead, mainly us girls," I warn.
"Why," Drake asked.
"The Jackal is one of the worst. He can't be controlled easily. He likes to....attack and torture the female gender. I think I've heard of his death." I try to remember.
"They only use head cages at..." I try to remember, knowing only one hospital, jail or asylum used them. I used the laptop and searched 'asylums'. After searching through some of them, I saw an account of one burning to the ground. I clicked on it and read through it silently. 'Borehamwood Asylum was burnt down for an unknown reason. Only one person died in the fire. His name was Ryan Kuhn. After attacking a nurse, he was confined in a straight jacket, a head-cage, and a lone, padded cell in the dark basement.'
"The Jackal is Ryan Kuhn," I state to the others simply, "He died in a fire at Borehamwood Asylum."
"I remember now, my mom used to work there....oh God, she was the nurse he attacked," I moan in agony.
"What's wrong?!" Rose asks, clearly worried and concerned.
"He was there for attacking and....raping women. I think you can guess what he did to my mom. And I ever mention that I don't know who my dad is. Also, my mom's hair is naturally silver." I explain in horror.
"Oh God, so that ghost might be..." Moony started. "...my father." I continue for her. We sat in silence till the house started shifting again. I look at the room I got separated into. I saw Moony beside me, Drake and Rose on the other side on the glass wall. I could hear....music!
"Moony, listen its music," I whsiper. We could hear it loud and clear. I smiled and started to sing along as we walked towards the living room. I sang and watched out for ghosts.
" Go! C'mon C'mon C'mon
For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while laying in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I'm singing bloody murder
I'm alive when I'm vulnerable I'm out of control I'm losing my soul
I'm alive when I'm vulnerable I'm out of control I'm losing my soul
Alive
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try to save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive when I'm vulnerable I'm out of control I'm losing my soul
I'm alive when I'm vulnerable I'm out of control I'm losing my soul
I'm alive!
Sick of the pain sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow
I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead
And so I climb, to the top, just to fall, to the bottom
And so I climb, to the top, just to fall, to the bottom
Go! C'mon C'mon C'mon
Alive!!!
I'm alive when I'm vulnerable I'm out of control I'm losing my soul
I'm alive when I'm vulnerable I'm out of control I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel
Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try to save me go take care of yourself"
" You know way to much music," Moony mutters as we reach the living room with the stereo.
"Is that supposed to be an insult," I laugh.
"Your laugh is like the Jackal's," Moony admits, "That's why when he first laughed we thought it was you...but then it attacked us."
"I must more like...it than I thought." I mutter.
"What about your mom," Moony said, trying to change the subject.
"My mom's name is Crystal. She is short, has short silver hair, tan skin, has grey eyes with black specks, and she hates any dark colors, she always wears light blue, pink, lavender, yellow and white. She was nice, kind, caring and loving. She couldn't hurt a fly. The reason she worked at the asylum in the first place was to help and save people." I sum up.
"Why haven't I met her? She sounds nice," Moony asks.
"She is nice...when she isn't drunk. When I was around the age of ten she went into severe depression and started drinking." I explain.
"Why around ten?"
"Remember how my hair used to be completely silver? Well, when my hair turned black, it reminded her of Ryan." I muse.
"Yeah...I remember laughing at you when your hair was half black, half silver," she laughed. I laugh with her. She stops after I start.
"Sorry, it just sounds too...creepy." She hesitates. As the next song comes on, we just hum as Seether sings Fake It. I spot a ghost walking towards us. He was tall, African American, had black eyes, one on his hands was gone, replaced by the type of hammer a blacksmith would use, and hundreds of large nails were driven into his skin.
"The Hammer," I whisper. Moony stops humming and looks at me in fright.
"Ghost," I whisper again. Slowly backing up. Moony followed my lead. When the Hammer sped up I ran for it.
"Run!" I yell. We ran as fast as we could. We stopped when we ran into a 'wall'.
"Oooowwww....did we really just run into a wall," I moan in despair.
"We are pathetic," Moony laughed. I had to hold a hand over my mouth so I didn't frighten her. As I stood up, I was shoved viciously into the glass wall behind me. My eyes widen in fear as I realize which ghost is in front of my.
"Run Moony, and don't look back," I wheeze. She looks at me in fear before nodding her head 'no'. I try to kick the Juggernaut in vain.
"The Juggernaut," I whisper. He was a 7 ft. giant, with blue skin, a...junkyard uniform, and was ridden with bullet holes. This is the description of the dead murder, the Breaker. His real name was Horace 'Breaker' Mahoney.
"Horace.....Mahoney," I wheeze out. That seems to catch his attention. His grip on my neck loosens, only then do I realize he isn't trying to kill me. He only kills by literally breaking people's bones.
"What," I ask in a whisper. He tilted his head to the side in a curious manor. I chuckled softly. I could see fear flash through Moony's eyes. I started to place facts together. He died about the time I was born. Cyrus mysteriously 'died' at a junkyard. Ghosts sometimes kill for no reason. Horace died at his junkyard. The junkyard where Cyrus died was where Juggernaut lived and died.
"You killed Cyrus Kriticos. Why?" I ask the Juggernaut. Suddenly, something hit him across the back. He drops me, and sense he was holding me against the wall, I fell 4 or 5 feet till my tailbone hit the glass floor. I could see Moony facing the, now angry, Juggernaut.
"Moony run!" I hiss at her. As the Juggernaut charges at her, she ducks and crawls through his legs. She quickly crawls over to me, helps me up and we run for it. I could hear the Juggernaut's loud foot steps behind us. As we reached the library, we run inside, shut the door, lock it, and slid down the door to the floor.
"You..idiot," I pant. She just started grinning like an idiot. We rested against the door for a minute. We were startled by a hysterical Drake and Rose.
"Let us in," they yelled. We unlocked the door and they, literally, stumbled in. We quickly shut and locked the door.
"What happened?!" Moony and I demand.
Well, there's chapter one.
Reviews and criticism are welcome.
The first song was 'No More Sorrow' by Linkin Park, the second was 'Alive' by Papa Roach.