Is three months long enough for you? This is psycho short and I am disgusted for even thinking of posting it, but I have had serious writer's block for god knows what reason. If it sucks, just tellme and I'll delete it.
So here it is, chapter two of 'Upon My End Shall I Begin'.
Between Camryn's horrified silence and the blonde's screaming hysterics, neither was able to comprehend exactly what had happened. The girl made to move, wanting nothing less than to run as far away as she could. She stole a fleeting glance at the pale, lifeless bodies of her friends, grabbed her purse and-
"…please…don't leave me here…"
The voice was small, almost non existent. Camryn shouldn't have stopped, but she couldn't bring herself to leave, not at this moment.
"I…I…I didn't mean to…"
The voice was stronger this time, but still shaking in a fearful manner.
"Please…help me…"
She should have known better than to have gone grave digging in a supposedly haunted cemetery. "Who…" She said tentatively, trailing off as she suddenly became aware of the headstone not two feet from her.
Katsuya Jounouchi.
There was a Mokuba Kaiba-Jounouchi in her homeroom. There was also a Shizuka Jounouchi on the student council. Camryn walked slowly back to the grave, debating the pros and cons of helping the…boy…
She slowly extended a trembling hand to 'Katsuya'. "C'mon… I'll… let's…are you… get out of there…"
The blonde just cowered next to the cheerleader's corpse.
Mokuba stared down at the meal before him before locking gazes with his sister.
"What is it?"
Shizuka gave him an inquisitive look. "What do you mean 'What is it?' It's stir-fry."
The emo prodded the mass of burnt noodles and veggies absently. "It is not 'stir-fry'. Stir-fry is edible."
The red-head huffed indignantly. "I told you before we even started that I couldn't cook. We could have ordered pizza, but no. I had to attempt something that I am failing fifth period."
Mokuba fell silent and absently chewed a small piece of broccoli, sporadically glancing at the clock above the stove.
"Where do you think Seto is?"
Shizuka looked up from the pan she was cleaning; her face reflected in a window that overlooked Central Park and the darkened sky above it.
"I don't know." She said softly. Mokuba lowered his head and stared at his dinner, black hair masking his worried eyes.
"Neither do I."
The night came and went without a visit from Seto, and for the fist time in three years, Mokuba Kaiba was worried about his brother. The night had come and gone with no word from the ex-CEO; and frankly, Mokuba wasn't the only one worried. The two had driven to school the next day in a palpable silence, neither knowing precisely what to say.
The actual reaction to arriving at the school could not have been more unexpected. Police cars littered the parking lot as dozens of students gossiped and clamored to find out what had happened. Shizuka parked and turned to Mokuba with a questioning gaze.
As the two made their way to the front doors, they were assaulted with scathing comments and rumors.
"Did you hear…?"
"Laci's dead, Ryan too!"
Mokuba flinched.
"…the grave…in it…"
"Camryn… missing…"
Shizuka stopped before the doors. "Do you think…?"
Mokuba shuddered involuntarily. "No." He said firmly. "I don't want to think."
The first period bell came and went. Not five minutes into Shizuka's Chemistry class, there was an ominous knock. Ms. Wallace opened the door and spoke with two men out of the student's sight and earshot.
"Ms. Jounouchi?"
Shizuka glanced up nervously, fearing the women's next words.
"The police need to speak with you."
