This is going to be a very short fic. It probably won't last more than ten chapters, and they'll come out about every two days. It's more for my entertainment than for yours. And, I already the first 6 chapters done. Yup, that's how bored I am.
Chapters are probably going to be short. It's very dramatic- and probably will have a very weird ending. It won't be one of my best fics, but it will be one to let you guys know I'm still writing. The plot is very detailed. Very detailed. Like you probably won't understand until the 4th or 3rd chapter.
But it will be good. It's much more horror and mystery than it is romance, which is why it isn't labeled romance. There is a little romance. The whole plot is based on love and how it can kill you. Or how it can make you kill others…
So yes, before I bore you to death, just read it. Please. Start reading. Now.
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Lady Murder
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Green eyes flickered out the glossy window, shockingly nervous. Lips pursed, waiting for terror to strike any moment.
"Bridgette!"
The blonde did a quick turn on her heel to face her boyfriend in a cowboy hat. Her face scrunched up angrily. "Be quiet!" As her eyes went back toward the window, she gulped. "For all we know, she's out there."
The partier nodded, biting his lip. "I know." He looked to the pair on the other side of the room. "But I still think we're being too serious over this, Bridge."
At the table, a sigh was heard. "We're out of town for two months, and come back to find everyone stunned and shaken." Gwen spat out her words, each one dripping with crudeness. She was tired, and hadn't liked being called over right after getting off a seven hour plane ride. "I mean, Trent goes on tour, makes big bucks, and this is our welcome home."
Trent touched the Goths hand, and looked to the blondes, eyes calm and sleep deprived. "Why did you guys call us over? I mean, not to be rude, but it's one in the morning.
Geoff walked to the table, taking off his cowboy hat. "Because something happened dude. Something big." His eyes narrowed. Trent and Gwen were quite curious- especially because Geoff was never serious. He had always been calm.
"We're all in danger." Bridgette eyes were still on the window, but she took them off to take a seat at the table. "Because you can't stay home alone." She tensed for a second, eyes closing. Reopening them, she stared them in the eyes, both brown and green. "You'll die."
Trent looked taken aback, while Gwen looked angry. "What are you talking about?" The Goth sneered in annoyance. "How are we going to die? We just took a vacation- what's going on?" She held the last sentence firmly. Gwen didn't like all this talk, she wanted to understand. It wasn't fun to think about how her friends were telling her she would die. "What's going on?" She repeated, in a whisper now. Her eyes closed, as she tried to regain her cool.
Geoff was the first to speak after a long silence. "Duncan is in a coma."
Trent gasped.
Gwen didn't look moved. "What does this have to do with our demise tonight?"
Bridgette glared at her. "It's the whole reason for everything. Tell me, when was the last time you heard from Courtney?"
The green eyed boy's brow furrowed. "Since we left for vacation." He shook his head. "We haven't heard from her."
Geoff frowned. "There's a reason for that."
"Well then tell us." Gwen spat. "We came down here, and I want the full story. From beginning to end!" Her face was angry, eyes narrowed.
Bridgette sighed. "If you say so." Looking to Geoff, she began, eyes worried. "It was only about two days after you guys left, actually. Geoff and I invited Duncan and Courtney to our house to have a little fun and just relax…"
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Okay there will be some DxC soon… promise!
R&R!