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I'm sure some of you have guessed what's going to be happening in this chapter. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: DP=Kelley Armstrong. My laptop, bunnies and ipod=Me. Darkest Powers will never be mine.
Last Chapter:
"It's our dad. He's gone."
Yet another thing gone wrong. What is going on here?
Necromancer
Chloe POV
"Gone? Where?" I asked.
"If we knew we would be going to get him right now." Derek snapped.
"Bro, chill." Simon said. "Sorry Chloe."
I wanted to say it's okay. That I've come to expect something like that from Derek in the past week I've known him. But instead I just glared at him and didn't say anything back to Simon.
"So what are you guys going to do?" Rae asked, readjusting her book bag strap on her shoulder.
"When we go home today if he isn't there we're going to go looking for him." Simon said. The entire time he was talking, Derek was glaring at him. Apparently this was just supposed to be some family secret.
"Wait, what?" Rae asked.
"You're just going to leave?" I asked looking from one brother to the other.
"If we have to, yes." Derek said returning the glare I gave him earlier.
"I don't understand that. Why can't you just report him missing and stay with someone for now?"
"There is a lot of things you don't understand Chloe."
I felt like I'd been slapped and after he said that, I exploded.
"Don't you dare tell me that! Just because you think you're some genius doesn't make you better and it doesn't give you the right to talk down to me!" I almost smacked him. Instead I turned on my heels and stormed away.
Derek POV
I felt bad about that. Sort of. She doesn't know anything about the world Simon and I live in and I wasn't going to tell her. I didn't need to drag innocent people into this.
"Derek, that was harsh. You didn't need to get mad at her." Simon said.
"I'm going to go see if she's okay." Rae said starting to go off after Chloe.
"Hold up we're coming to." Simon said trying to pull me along with him.
"I'm not going anywhere but to my first period class." I said yanking my arm back and heading to my class as the first bell rang.
"Rae we're going to have to talk to her later, unless you want to be late." Simon said running after her.
I was walking down the math hallway to my class, wondering if I should apologize for getting her so angry. Although I don't see much point in it. It's not like she gives a shit about me. Why should I give a damn if she hates me or not? Of course that wouldn't be much different from everyone else's thoughts of me. I'm honestly surprised she isn't scared like everyone else. She's so small and I could probably snap her like a twig but her will seems so strong.
You don't even know her!
Yeah, well she still seems-
My thoughts were interrupted by someone's scared whimpers. I knew who it was before I even saw her.
Chloe.
Chloe POV
"Hey!" I heard a girl shout from behind me.
I turned but didn't see anyone there.
"Behind you." she said with a snicker.
I whirled and saw a girl a couple inches taller than me. She had jet black hair, purple skinny jeans on and black v-neck tee shirt on. She looked to be a junior, maybe a senior.
"I would like to have chat with you."
"M-me? W-why?"
"I've been watching you for a while now, you've made me rather nervous. I've been wondering when you would be able to see me. I figured I would like to talk to you before you go slamming my spirit back into my dead body. Of course you need to find that body first but you never know what kind of fun you like to-"
"Wh-what are y-you t-talking about?"
"It's rude to interrupt you know. I don't want to be scared shitless because of some little necromancer girl. I'd like to live my already disturbed afterlife without having that fear that you might raise me."
"W-what? I-I don't even k-know-"
"What I'm talking about? Ha, yeah right. Stupid little necro girl, I know what you people are like. I've heard of you from others. You're vile people, getting your kicks out of making the dead suffer."
"I-I-"
"Shut up and don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." She sighed. "But I guess if you won't listen to me I can scare you into doing so." She held up her arms and long gashes appeared over her wrists. She was bleeding so much but the blood was dripping off her arms and disappearing into nothing.
What the-?
I backpedaled, slamming into the wall, whimpering from the pain of smacking me head against the wall and from the horrible sight in front of me.
"Chloe!" It was Derek.
The girl turned her head sharply to glare at him then she turned back to me. "Remember me little girl. Just know that Kirsten will be looking for you if I get returned to my body." She said it with so much venom in her voice that if she had been a snake I would be poisoned right now. Then she vanished.
"Chloe! Are you okay?" Derek was right in front of me now.
I shook my head and looked up at him. "Derek, what's a necromancer?" I asked pushing myself away from the wall. I swayed and almost fell back against the wall but Derek grabbed my arm before I did.
Wincing, I peeled his hand off my arm and slowly leaned back against the wall.
I looked down and a red mark where his hand had been. "You're really strong."
He looked down at me with a sorry, guilty look in his eyes. "I need to talk to Simon." He said before walking away from me.
"Hey." I called after him. "Derek! You didn't answer my question! What is a necromancer?"
He just responded with a 'look it up' as he made a mad dash down the hall to go get Simon.
"Look it up?" I mumbled.
I sighed and then decided that going to find out what a necromancer was would be a better way to spend my time then going to my pointless first period class. So I headed off to the library to look it up.
I went to Google and typed in Necromancer. At first I got nothing interesting. Just random things for video games like World of Warcraft and things for comic books or song titles or whatever. But then I found the link to Wikipedia. And saw the definition for Necromancy.
"Necromancy is a form of magic in which the practitioner seeks to summon operative spirits or spirits of divination, for multiple reasons, from spiritual protection to wisdom. The word necromancy derives from the Greek words for 'dead' and 'prophecy'. However, since the Renaissance, necromancy has come to be associated more broadly with black magic and demon-summoning in general."
I added definition to the end of what I previously searched on and came up with the definition "one who practices divination by conjuring up the dead."
I tried going to images but the schools system was blocking any image that had to do with necromancy.
"Great" I muttered going back to the Google home page.
Could I really be one of these people? I can raise the dead and talk to their spirits? It all just seemed way too farfetched. But that girl…Kirsten, she said I was a Necromancer. There was no way she was real…was there? She couldn't be. She just vanished and she kept telling me not to raise her body. And the cuts on her wrists. The blood was disappearing too and I hadn't noticed them until she showed her arms to me in an attempt to scare me.
Just look her up too. She if she wasn't just a figment of your imagination, genius.
Great, now I'm even calling myself and idiot. It was bad enough when Derek did.
But I listened to my inner voice and looked up a girl named Kirsten who had gone to this school and who had died.
What I got surprised me. The first link was a long article with a school picture of the same girl I saw not even an hour ago. The article said that she had been trying for a couple of months to kill herself in her own home but someone in her family always stopped her. Her therapist had placed her on different anti-depressants over the course of the next eight months but none of them seemed to help.
The article went on to say that she had finally had enough of being medicated and stopped from ending her life so she decided to go to school and do it in the bathroom. A teacher found her in the same bathroom across the hall from my geometry class.
I couldn't read anymore. I exited off the internet and signed off the computer.
For the next five minutes I just sat staring at the computer screen that was asking for me login information.
"Chloe? Chloe, are you okay?" It was Simon. I'd been so wrapped up in everything I was thinking about I hadn't noticed he'd been trying to get my attention. Now he was holding my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles asking if I was okay, again.
I glanced over to see Derek standing behind him. His gaze was averted and there was tic working in his jaw.
I pulled my hand away from Simon and rubbed my face. "I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" He asked placing a hand on my arm. The same arm Derek grabbed earlier.
"She said she was fine Simon."
"Bro chill, I'm just checking."
"Really. I'm fine." I managed a fake smile. It seemed believable enough for Simon so he moved his hand from my arm and started to stand. That is until he saw the marks on my arm.
"Chloe! What happened to you?" he asked picking up my arm to examine it.
"It's nothing," I said yanking my arm back and pulling my sweatshirt sleeve down to cover it.
He looked up to Derek who didn't say anything.
"Alright. Whatever." Simon grumbled
"You looked it up right?" Derek asked.
I nodded. "And that's what I am? I-I can't believe that. It's…it's too odd."
Simon looked away and started focusing on a book on a nearby shelf.
"You better believe it Chloe. You were talking to a ghost today and she even told you what you were."
I looked away from Derek. I just couldn't be one of those people. I couldn't.
"But you can choose what you want to believe. It doesn't matter to me. Are you coming Simon?"
He didn't answer. I looked over and saw that the book he was focusing on came off the shelf and was hovering near the edge of it. It was then I noticed that Simon's hands were held up a little and he was concentrating on that book and moving his hand in the same movements the book was following.
"Simon." Derek hissed.
Simon jumped and turned to face his brother, the book fell to the floor.
"Try not to do that in public anymore."
Simon only shrugged.
"Do what?" I asked looking between them.
"What I just did with that book." Simon replied leaning against the wall.
Derek was looking around the library. "Guys, we need to have this conversation in the hallway, where there aren't other people."
"Alright, come on." Simon said taking my hand and following Derek out into the hall.
"So what did you do with that book?" I asked
"I'm a sorcerer."
"A what?"
"A sorcerer. I can do things like what I just did with the book or this." He held up his hands to…cast, I guess.
Derek didn't move or say anything and then Simon dropped his hands back to his sides.
Derek growled at his brother. "Simon, do not do that again."
Simon grinned. "I'm surprised it worked."
"What? How are you surprised it worked?" I asked staring at him.
"I'm…I'm pretty weak. But that was a binding spell." He chuckled. "I'm just glad it worked.
"I'm not." Derek growled, walking away from us.
After he turned the corner and I couldn't see him anymore I asked. "What is Derek? If you're a sorcerer and I'm a necromancer, what is he?"
"He wouldn't want me to tell you that. You could ask him but I'm not sure how well that would go."
"Well, then I'm not going to ask. I don't want him mad at me."
"Yeah, guess not." He looked down to my arm. "Did he accidentally do that to your arm?"
I looked at Simon then slowly nodded.
A panicked look crossed his face. "He didn't mean to Chloe, he never means to hurt-" he shut himself up really quickly. I had a feeling that he was hiding something from me but I wasn't going to press the issue.
Instead I told him that it didn't matter and that my arm didn't hurt. And I wasn't lying. My arm didn't hurt and I wasn't mad or upset with Derek for doing it, so there was no reason for Simon to freak over this.
Derek came back around the corner. "Simon, we're leaving now. We have to find dad."
"We're just cutting class?"
Derek nodded. "Not that it really matters, we wouldn't have stayed here long anyway."
"I want to come with you." I hadn't even realized I spoken out loud until Derek looked at me.
"No." He said sternly like the fact that he was rude and acting like an ass was going to scare me away from going with them.
"You can't make me stay here. I want to know more about this life you guys live and I want to help you find your dad."
"Damn it Chloe, no!" Derek had stepped closer to me, close enough for me to touch.
So I poked him in the chest while saying "You can't make me stay here."
He grabbed my hand, but not hard. And for a second I couldn't think. He only had a hold of my hand for a few seconds but I didn't want to let go. His voice brought me back to reality. "You don't really want to get involved with this life of ours."
"You don't know what I want Derek. You don't really even know me, so how can you say I don't want to go with you guys!"
"Derek, just let her come with us. Please."
Derek turned around to glare at Simon before grumbling 'fine' and storming down the hall making Simon and I have to jog to keep up.
"We'll have to sneak out the side door of the school so we don't get caught by a teacher and go to both our houses to grab whatever we're going to need." Derek said.
"Like clothes and stuff like that right?" I asked.
Derek gave me a 'duh' stare then Simon answered yes while glaring at Derek.
"It's going to take some time, but I'm hoping to be able to be looking for our dad before school let's out."
"Alright, then let's hurry." Simon said.
I nodded.
Rae POV
I asked my teacher for a pass to go to the bathroom. I didn't really need to use the bathroom, I just wanted to walk around the school for a little bit. It gets me out of class.
I didn't expect to see anyone out in the halls so when I saw Simon and Chloe walking quickly, trying to catch up to Derek, I got curious.
I followed them to one of the smaller doors at the side of the school and then they walked out.
"They're skipping?" I whispered to myself. Chloe would never do that. Either those guys have worked some serious magic on her or there is something more important going on here.
I have to find out.
I'm just glad I have my book bag in my locker and not in my class. Leaving a binder behind? Not a problem. Leaving the whole book bag? Big problem.
I ran down the hall to my locker, unlocked it, grabbed my bag and went back to find Chloe, Simon and Derek. I found them walking down the street about a block from the school. I followed them to wherever they were going. There isn't too much important that they would be skipping for at nine in the morning so whatever they were skipping for had to be of major importance.
And I was going to find out what that thing of importance was.
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So, did I do well with this chapter? I hope so. (This is the longest chapter I have EVER written for any of my stories.)
Would anyone believe me if I said I don't plan anything out when I'm writing, I just kind of type whatever comes to mind at the moment.
I know Derek's point of view is so small. But I really want to write pretty much everything in this story from Chloe's point of view. There will be some from Derek but at least ninety percent of this story is going to be from Chloe's point of view. Sorry if this disappoints anyone.
And I have a question for you guys, do you believe in the paranormal? You know like ghost and all…I was just wondering 'cause me, my dad and one of my friends went to do a paranormal investigation the other night at an inn near where we live and we got some interesting stuff…just curious if you guys believe in that sort of thing.
Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter. Review please. I love reviews like I love cookie dough ice cream. YUM. Man, I wish I had some cookie dough ice cream…sorry…review please!
(Sorry for the long authors note.)
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