Book Name: Lucid Lies

Chapter Number: 3 -Sorry I couldn't fit 'chp 3' in the title-

Chapter Name: With Bloody Hands And Everlasting Voices

A/N

Okay so as always please notify me for: Grammar Mistakes, Spelling, Plot Holes, Out Of Character, and anything that doesn't make sense.

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Claris didn't know if she was ignorant for trusting him but there hands collided, and Claris thought to herself 'There's no turning back now.' A orb of red light engulfed there hands, and expanded until they were both trapped in a orb made of light. The light faded out, and there was only one figure. Jackle. Claris lifted Jackle's hand into the light.

The wind blew faster for a second, and gently pried the cherry blossoms leaves off of the branches, they weren't yellow, they were a neon Orange this time. Nightopians gushed out of their hiding places, and made a circle around Claris dualized with Jackle. All Nightopians Interlinked there small hands with the Nightopian next to them. They began singing all in different octaves, and different noises that sounded like dozens of happy babies. They tugged right, and left at the same time, bringing a smile to the Dualized duo.

A thought crossed Claris's mind, ' Jackle do you fly much?' She thought to herself.

Reading Claris's mind he pushed off of the ground with the tip of his shoe Cackling in 'her' head . Claris hadn't dualized in years, so she had to relearn to fly, as 'Jackle' . Jackle Seemed to fly slower, and not as graceful as NiGHTS. Kicking Jackle's feet as if she was swimming she gained some speed. Reaching his arms towards the sunset she pretended to push the air down.

Claris felt as if she was going nowhere. Remembering a trick she learned she started spinning, and propelled herself forwards. NiGHTS called it Drill Dash. Cards flew out of Jackle's mantle, playing cards, Tarot cards, Steel Cards, and some blank cards. Claris felt herself soaring faster now that 'she' was lighter.

The cards were flung at standing by Nightopians that fled crying flapping there little pink wings as fast as they could. Claris stood embarrassed, as in 'her' head Jackle was mentally holding his sides in cackling laughter. Mentally she noted how quickly Jackle changed moods.

" Poor little Guys..." Noted Claris.

" 'It's' Claris they don't have genders." Jackle Choked in-between fits of hysteric laughing

" Poor 'its' " Claris corrected herself before shuddering at the Pudgy midgets.

They both shrugged it off and started flying again, Jackle complained in Claris's head about leaving his numerous cards behind and for the first time She understood what Jackle felt like with a nagging voice in his head, that wouldn't shut up. Jackle went on about this for some time as Claris ignored him.

After getting used to the concept of flying again she started daring to go higher then NiGHTS had ever been able to. 'She' soared through the dewy clouds that she used to dream of sitting on when she was younger. Childish Dreams is what they heard Wizeman calling them. Once 'she' confirmed that 'she' couldn't fly any higher without dying in the atmosphere due to lack of oxygen 'she' traveled straight through the clouds , not bothering to go up or down.

The dew dripped off of Jackle's jester like horns slightly blocking 'her' vision. After awhile Claris learned how to ignore Jackle's childish rants, and desires. Soon 'she' didn't realize that he had stopped talking. Jackle mentally shuddered, and shrunk back in fear. He studered a gibberish like language in constant fear, it was like English but said in a native tongue, with added words in certain places and in the middle of a word. It spoke almost identical to Jackle. Another harsh voice shouted at him in the same manner, but fearless and prideful. Others joined in this argument and snickered at him.

After hearing these voices Claris decided to speak up, " Jackle, are you okay?"

Silence then murmurings soon Jackle's voice began to speak up fearful of something, " T-urn b-ack no-w ."

" But why?"

Jackle Yanked their head above the clouds. What lay ahead made Them both take a leap back. Castle Nightmare stood tall and mighty, hand made from grey bricks. It consisted of three parts, One in the middle that stood larger then the two slightly smaller ones that were next to it. Grey clouds covered the tops of these medieval like castles, letting the pointed tips stab out of them. Lighting boomed all around them.

" Jackle, were you talking to the voices you mentioned earlier?"

" Y-yes the-y can on-ly tal-k to m-me when I'm n-near castle Night-mare. Neve-r in a Night-opia."

" Calm down, what's the worst they can do to you, and us?"

Jackle spent a moment of just trying to gain his bearings and speak normally By the grave expression 'she' knew it wasn't safe.

" They will tell Wizeman where we are..." He spoke slightly above a whisper solemnly. The voices in their head burst into laughter.

Claris felt control over Jackle slipping through her hands. The voices were forcing them to 'stop Dualizing' and Claris started to plummet to the ground, while Jackle couldn't pry his eyes off of Castle Nightmare. He had partially forced Claris to stop Dualizing, if he hadn't Wizeman would tear her limb from limb.

By now Claris thought of falling as a comfort, she knew she would never get hurt by falling in a dream. She looked up at Jackle contemplating what he was doing. Reaching her hands towards the sky she waited patiently to wake up. After seconds of falling Claris hit the ground and woke up.

She sat up in bed burning with curiosity about what Jackle was going too do Next. After stretching she jumped out of bed and glanced at the clock 6:18 blinked in red numbers. Looking around she decided to check on the 'mirror' in the bathroom. It was still shattered on the ground the room seemed eerie. The curtains blew in the morning breeze. Stepping over the mirror shards she went closer to the mirror to inspect it in further detail. The fabric felt the same as ever in the palm of her hand. Something caught her eye. Tiny red specks. Alarmed she rubbed her hand over them, it slightly stuck to her meaning it was still fresh. Her eyes searched for anything else peculiar. Bloody hand prints were on the windowsill, they looked human. Claris put her hand side by side to one. Exact Same Size.

Cursing under her breath she pieced together what was going on. Selph escaped as her and was running around town acting homicidal and possibly framing her for everything. Her parents would see the blood, and send her to a insane asylum in a heart beat.

" Damn it." She cursed as loud as she could.

She was sent into a panic attack and tried rubbing the blood of with her pajama shirt, she knew it wasn't the smartest move but she couldn't care less. Once most of the blood wasn't very easy to see she sighed.

" If only today was Friday."

After getting ready for school she glanced at the stairs, she wished she could just leave school behind and figure out what was happening at Castle Nightmare. Maybe she could fall asleep at some point in school.

" I doubt it." She scornfully told herself before heading out her front door.

The cheery sun didn't make her smile like it normally would, she glared at the yellow and black school bus. The driver honked at her a sign to her up. She didn't rush into the bus with her normal optimistic face she forced the bus driver to wait. After getting onto the bus she slung her back-pack onto the ground and sat in a seat as far away as possible. She had snuck a shard of glass from the 'mirror' incident. It was as long as her pointer finger and had a pointed tip.

Claris looked into the shiny mirror and as per usual. The only thing that was different was the large scar on her cheek, the marks were white now outlined pink. She groaned knowing it was probably a scar. Wondering how it turned into a scar so fast she shrugged it off.

Tucking her chin into her chest she closed her eyes shut desperately trying to let go of boring reality, and trade it for an exciting dream. Reality started blurring, and Claris lost her train of thought. Something poked her shoulder, once, twice. Claris snapped her head in their direction. Elliot looked at her with wide eyes filled with curiosity.

" You look tired, are you okay?"

" I'm fine I just have been having these dreams."

" About NiGHTS?" He exclaimed even more Curious.

" Well you rember how you have Nightmarens that I don't?"

" Sort of."

" And we both have one jester Nightmaren?"

" Yeah I guess."

" Apparently you can Dualize with them..."

" You don't mean you're Dualizing with one of your Nightmarens?"

" Yes, but he's betraying Wizeman..."

" That's what he wants you to think." He scolded harshly.

Claris glared at him,"Well at least I can Dream." She retorted

" But you're not supposed to Be able to."

" So."

"Whatever."

He walked away to a seat faraway on the opposite side of the bus. Claris didn't know why but Elliot just seemed to only want to talk about dreams, or NiGHTS seeing that was the only thing they had in common. She seemed to be the opposite of him, and she seemed to figure out that 'opposite attract' does not apply to her.

' I have pink hair, he has blue. I hate sports he loves them, I can sing, he gets bored of music, He's a dog person, I'm a cat person. I hate eating fish, he loves sushi.' She had always told herself.

Deep down she knew she could never hate Elliot even if she wanted to, the thing he did and said sometimes is what Claris hated about him though. Tucking her chin onto her chest again she closed her eyes. To her dismay the Bus driver started shouting.

" Kids, get off of the bus. We're here."

Everyone on the bus groaned, or made some disapproving noise and or gesture. Yanking herself up out of her seat Claris rushed out of the bus, squeezing in-between Students flooding out of one tiny exit. One tall boy with brown hair shoved her out of the way, Claris pretended it was an accident, but squeezed her fingers around the shard of glass. It slid through her skin without trouble, She didn't care about that either, she was right handed anyway. The blood seeped through her Fingers and dripped to the ground, as per usual no one looked at the floor meaning no one saw nor cared. But once everyone was off of the bus the driver looked down at the blood on the ground, his eyes followed the trail of blood droplets, he rested his eyes on Claris who had her expressionless face looking back at him, hand covered in blood.

The driver yanked his head the other way, heart running a marathon and shut the bus doors hastily. Claris permitted herself a small smile, and was on her way to school. The bell rang, telling them to hustle Claris ran, she wondered if her hand was still bleeding. The school doors slammed in her face, and a student years younger then her peered out the window and stuck his tongue out at her. Staring emotionless she raised her bloody hand and waved smiling in a friendly way.

The boy ran taking off Claris pried the door open with her free hand She looked behind her at her long trail of blood.

End of Chapter 3

So any errors once again? Sorry for how short these chapters are. Tell me if you think they should be longer. -It isn't my main fanfiction so I don't usually make the chapters the same length as my main Fanfiction.-