Chapter 2

I told you I'd be posting chapters every chance I got. My family seems completely bent on ruining Fanfiction for me by yelling at me to "get off your lazy ass and get some exercise!" (Paraphrasing of course, they never said ass.) I can't wait until summer so I can be free to basement dwell once more. :D

Anyway, here's chapter two!

I listened to my iPod as the taxi drove us down the stretch of road leading to Marta's house in Winchester.

I looked up from my game of Doodle Jump and out the window. The scenery was a perfect combination of rolling hills and old buildings that looked like it hadn't changed in a few hundred years. The taxi stopped in front if an old-fashioned cottage. I grabbed my duffle bag from the back of the taxi and my mom and I walked up to the door.

Marta answered the door. The first thing I noticed was her change in wardrobe. She wore a cami top with a long-sleeved sweaterette over it. Her tight jeans, high heels, and socks were all the same color: white. Her naturally blonde hair that was normally dyed black was now caramel and had grown down to her waist.

"Hey Khol, Aunt Amanda, welcome to Winchester," Marta greeted with a smile.

I stood stunned. Was this the same young woman who had just a few months ago dressed entirely in black from head to toe and cut herself? Even those scars had seemed to start to vanish.

I could tell my mom was thinking the same thing.

"Thank you for letting us stay here," my mom fumbled out in her stunned state.

After a few hours, my mon left to go shopping and I was home alone with Marta.

I had to ask her. There was no way my cousin Marta was the girl who stood before me right now. Why would a goth occultist emo suddenly move out here to the English country side and completely change her appearance?

"Hey Marta, why the sudden change in clothes?" I asked.

"I felt that in order to redeem myself, I had to extract myself from the stressful surroundings that drove me to such acts. Besides, He wouldn't like it."

"So it's for a guy?"

"One could say that. I shall explain more tomorrow night."

"Okay..."

I backed into the TV room and flopped down on the couch in front of the television. I aimlessly channel surfed until I found something to serve as background noise for my thoughts.

Marta was acting weird, even for herself. She'd always been real into occult stuff and lived less than a block away from a goth shop in NYC. Now she seemed like a robot. A fancy, intelligent-sounding, well-dressed robot, but still a robot. Honestly, it was really creepy and scary. Something was amiss and I intended to get to the bottom of it

Special thanks to Eric Cartman Forever, this story's first reviewer and follower. Love you!

Oh! And I'm also thinking of putting Shattered on TV Tropes. Any thoughts? Any trope suggestions?