The school bell tolled across the busying courtyard, catching the attention of everyone who stood around in the uniformed navy pencil skit and white blouses, and ignored by the most senior of students who were too busy discussing their exploits from the summer holiday. Erika and Becca stood on the outside, not wanting to share, and just occasionally nodded at whoever was talking. Erika began to play with the little necklace that was thrown at her and remembered the scene, no longer frightened by it but still as curious as before, "I wonder what they did…"

"Wonder what who did?" Becca was too drawn in by the latest gossip but understood her in the end, "Oh right, I wouldn't worry about it too much."

"I know but you can't help but wonder right?"

"I guess, it must've been pretty serious."

"Or some creepy Physco."

"I've never been happier to be at school."

"HEY YOU‼" one of the many teachers poked their head out the classroom window at the girls who stayed in their collective little group, "GET TO CLASS RIGHT NOW! DON'T MAKE ME COME OUT THERE‼"

They dispersed quickly, being all in the same class it was easy enough to make the typical excuse…

"We carpooled Miss and it broke down, sorry we're late."

Giggles came out from different corners of the classroom, another ordinary school day for another class of ordinary school girls. The ordinary maths lesson unsurprisingly was completely boring and repetitive so the girls began to drift off work, drawing pictures in text books or txting other classmates down the side of their desk. Then a small knock on the door interrupted the lesson-going-nowhere and the principal walked in without any need for an introduction, gaining everyone's attention immediately as he raised his hand, "Becca and Erika, grab your bags and come with me."

A wave of whispers began as the two took their time collecting their things and following the senile man out the door. Neither knew what to expect as they were led to separate classrooms, Becca giving a small wave to her friend as they were separated. Erika went straight in and sat at the only desk in the strangely dark classroom, she began to play with the necklace out of boredom and confusion. She didn't know what she had to get into trouble, stopping as soon as she heard the door open. A tall man dressed in a very well-tailored dark suit strode in and sat comfortably in the chair opposite hers. He gave a small tip of the hat and a wide smile, "Hi there, I'm Detective Inspector Me, and you are?"

Erika gave a courteous smile, "I'm Myself, Myself And-I."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that together we are Detective Inspector Me, Myself And-I."

"You do realise that it is a crime to make fun of cop."

"You're not a cop."

"Yes I am."

"Then where is your badge?"

"I don't need one."

"Because you're not a cop."

"No because I am a Detective Inspector, we don't need badges."

"Well then I am going to need to see some form of I.D. Mr Me."

He leaned forwards on his elbows, a curious gleam in his eye even though he wasn't looking at her face, "Whatever for Miss Myself?"

"If you really aren't a cop, which I think is very likely, then I would be giving out private information to a complete stranger."

"Smart girl, but what if I don't ask you any personal questions?" She shrugged it off so he continued without fault, "Have you seen any strange happenings or people lately?"

"Well…"

"Yes?"

"There is this one really weird guy who talked to me recently…"

"Go on."

"He's really tall, brown hair, brown eyes, dresses very formal and has this stupid looking hat…"

"A name. I need a name."

"Detective Inspector Me."

"Very funny…"

"How did you even get into this school? You don't sound like you're from around here."

His velvety voice gave a small chuckle, pointing calmly at her necklace, "Mind telling me where you got that from?"

Erika grabbed onto the trinket instinctively, "You didn't answer my question."

"You're not answering mine."

"I asked you first."

"I'm a cop."

"You're creepy."

"Never heard that one before."

The door opened once more, this time a pretty girl clad in black walked in, "Detective Inspector Me, I'm not getting anything out of the other one."

"See now that is where you're lacking, I have gotten a lot of information out of our little friend over here."

"Who are you calling little?" Erika pouted.

"You see," he pointed again at her hand on her necklace, "she is holding that necklace protectively because she is afraid to let someone get it, the way her hand is shaking indicates that she's afraid she will be in trouble if she loses it and not that she has an emotional attachment to it. She is consistently back talking and picking out my flaws, not that I have any of course, because she is trying to keep me from getting into her head but that is impossible. All in all she is hiding something and doing everything in her power to stop me from getting to it."

Erika sat frozen, the guy had to be a cop with those analysis skills, everything came spilling out at once, "We didn't do anything, Becca and I were just trying to get the stupid horse back and then the man yelled and this fell of my head and then he came walking towards us but we hid so he didn't see us and then we got up and then we saw the body and it was torn up and gross and blood and we couldn't move and then the cops came and then I had to put this on because otherwise we would go to jail under suspicion of murder and then we went home and then school started and now we're here and I forgot to breathe…"

"Wow," the girl stared at her as she took in large amounts of oxygen, more shocked at the fact that she spilled everything so fast, "so you, ah…you?"

"Erika."

"Erika, you and your friend Becca aren't actually in trouble, we were just here about that necklace of yours."

"Huh? I can't take it off."

"You have horrible people skills, watch and learn," the man got out of the chair and held his hand out with the large smile still planted on his face, "all we need is that necklace and then we'll be on our way, you can get back to your life like none of this ever happened."

"But I can't take it off, really, I've tried but it won't come off."

"Well that isn't good, one moment Erika," he left the room with the girl dressed in black, their mumbles were inaudible from inside the room. Erika began to tug at the necklace again, trying to get it off so she could give it to the detective and get back to her life, but just like before it wouldn't budge it just sat perfectly around her neck, the snake eyes sparkling up at her like they were alive.

"You should leave right now…"

Erika spun around, the voice was so quiet and airy it sounded so distance but so close, "Becca?"

"Run, that man is no good. He wants to separate us. Run."

"What? Who's there? I'm going nuts‼"

"You have been chosen, you should run now. Get to Ireland, go to Ireland."

The door opened and the whispery voice went silent, was it the voices in her head? Detective Inspector Me returned with both Becca and his friend in tow, he indicated for Becca to sit before looking at both of the girls, "You didn't see the man who had that necklace?"

"No."

"We were too busy hiding."

"So he didn't see you?"

"Uh-uh."

"Like I said, we were hiding."

"Good, now listen carefully," he pulled out a small piece of paper and pushed it towards the girls, "this is my number, if anyone asks you about that necklace call me right away. Don't give anyone your name or any information about yourself you just call me okay?"

"Why?"

"We don't trust you."

"Erika, Becca," he's normally light voice dropped completely, it was so serious it frightened them, "you will call me if someone asks you about that necklace and neither of you will give your names to anyone. Do you understand?" They nodded, not knowing why they suddenly felt so compelled to do what the man said, and his voice went light again, "Good girls. We'll see you later, don't forget to call."

They waited until the duo had gone before putting the number into their cell phones and Erika voiced her concern, "Becca, I'm going crazy."

"Why?"

"I'm hearing these weird voices and they're telling me to go to Ireland."

"Ireland? Maybe you just desperately want a vacation, to a cold, damp, grey place where everyone drinks themselves silly. Sounds reasonable."

"Whatever, I'm just tired," she finished typing in the number and sat back in the chair, "wanna ditch the rest of school?"

"Hells yes, let's go."