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Chapter Six: Disturbance

Today was Saturday. It had been two days since the first project meeting, one day since the announcement of Spencer's death and the warning from the police. They had come to all the classes and, in full uniform, told us the news. The children from out of town, Collins kid, a new curfew, restrictions on the forest and other areas.

Since then we had written the plot and cast the roles. I was helping Marie direct, something I was less than happy about and Christine was acting.

Mike had made the decision for us to film in Sangre Forrest, not too far in, and like we were warned in a large group.

"I think it's stuck!" Ryan called looking up to where his jacket hung on a branch. Christine had thrown it in anger earlier.

"That's what she said!" Jason called out. His gaze didn't move from Marie's arse though. Neither did Jackson. The two were staring at it whilst she struggled to pull equipment from the back of Ryan's car. Jackson's eyes were focused, looking straight ahead, round as saucers and very close to popping out of his head. Jason wasn't much better. Eyes and body language matching his brothers. Only Jason was straining his neck slightly more to get a better view.

For around ten minutes they had stared.

"Urgh! Mother Fu-" Marie screeched as she tugged on the box. Jammed tightly into the boot of Ryan's car. Kicking and screaming were clearly not doing any good. "It's stuck!" Her midnight hair flew around as she punched the box and Ryan's car. Succeeding at jamming the box further.

"Pull it out slowly." I shouted from my place beside Christine. As Marie started her tug-of-war with the car again, interrupted by Jason.

"That's what she said!"

"Shut up!" She screeched. "Can someone help me? Every time I pull it just gets more stuck." I walked over, smiling softly before tugging a corner of the battered cardboard.

"That's what she said!" After ten more minutes of pulling, tugging, scratching and scraping the box was still stuck. After twenty minutes Ryan began to climb the tree.

"Okay! So how about we get started?" As he spoke, Mike circled the benches where we sat.

No one was listening.

Jackson and Jason was still busy ogling Marie's ass, probably mine too, as we struggled to retrieve equipment from the car. Ryan was busy scaling a tree to reach his jacket. Christine was singing and looking at Ryan with a very amused smile on her face as she watched him try to climb the tree.

"My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh. Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This melody was meant for you Just sing along to my stereo"

Her voice strung out, a soft melody that filled the air around us. She tilted her head to the side and her eyes fluttered closed. Her hands gently tap-tap-tapping a rhythm onto the topside of the box in her lap. She sang along to the lyrics and hummed when the guitar strung out its tune. I turned my head. Gaze now focused on the portable radio - Jackson had brought it... or maybe Jason - as it crackled out the melodies and lyrics to a song I couldn't name.

"If I was just another dusty record on the shelve Would you blow me off and play me like everybody else If I ask you to scratch my back, could you manage that Like it read well, check it Travie, I can handle that Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks It's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks I used to used to used to used to, now I'm over that Cause holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts If I could only find a note to make you understand I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand Just Keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune And know my heart is a stereo that only plays for you"

I'm sure that to anybody else listening to Christine sing would seem a bit silly, her voice was unique. Always sung in an octave too high but still sounding perfect. Stretching out each note a few seconds too long then rushing into the next verse making it sound cluttered but if you looked past that you can hear the way her accent laced tongue would twist the pronunciation. She was unique.

"Um, guys, it is midday and we have been here for an hour! We have no work done! Now, come on! Let's get off," Mike moved over to Jackson and Jason, slapping them both on the back of the head. Knocking them out of their Marie induced trance."our asses and do some work."

"Mike, that's a very good plan but... I might be stuck up here." Looking up, Ryan was sitting in the tree, straddling a branch. He had his jacket back. Chris must have thrown it far because he was high up. Far too high to jump.

Marie cupped her hands to her mouth, "Ryan, honey, two words! Dumb! Ass!

Mike lugged the camera to his shoulder and made his way into the dark forest. Marie followed suit. The Little twins jogged ahead talking about what I can only assume was an inappropriate comment about Marie. I trudged on, Chris followed still singing and skipping along the undergrowth of the forest floor. I assume Ryan was making his way down from the tree.

Beams of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the leaves and branches above lighting a small, dim path for us to follow. Rocks and fallen debris had been cleared from the pathway beforehand. The forest sounds were eerie; the faint sounds of stream nearby, trickling water, the soft thudding of our footsteps bounced off the trees, Ryan calling after us in a plea to wait.

We continued to trot along. Jackson started up the radio again as he walked sending Chris back into another song. "ooh, I love this song."

"I can't win, I can't reign I will never win this game Without you, without you"

"Ugh! Can't you shut up? I hate your voice." Ryan said to Christine. She just stuck her tongue out at him and went to walk beside him and continue to sing loudly at his ear.

I am lost, I am vain, I will never be the same Without you, without you"

A manmade staircase of wood and earth took us lower and deeper into the enchanting woods around us. The steps were steep and uneven. A loose piece of earth broke off sending Marie tumbling down with Jason in tow. Mike had grasp hold of my waist but I had a feeling it was for more reasons than support.

Eventually we stopped in a small clearing. There was enough sunlight to give us a good camera shop but not too much to create a glare on the glass. The ground was surprisingly smooth compared to the rest of the grounds. It was mostly earth with a few stray patches of grass.

Perfect place to film.


The red light, a signal for quiet.

The boy stands still, he was facing east and head towards the dirty ground. The angle shows focused eyes and a creased brow. His face was chalky from dodgy stage makeup that is beginning to fade because of sweat. He stands and he waits.

He counts to ten in his mind, drawing out and every number with a Mississippi. Then he looks up. Counts for two this time. He takes five small and slow steps forward before he starts with a gentle trot.

Following a small trail not visible unless looked at carefully. He had been told to tread on leaves, stones, branches and debris to create sound. The crunch, crunch sounds bounce through the forest as he moves.

Hidden out of sight a girl gives him the signal. The boy sees and starts up with a run. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

Now he fades into the distance with the suns' rays bouncing off his blonde head. Mud flicking from his shoes as he runs.

The scene changes.

The red light, a signal for quiet.

She is standing still. Expression unsure and cautious of her surroundings. Inside she is sure.

She looks up, into the sunlight. It highlights her face, her features and expression. She is told to stand still and quiet until she hears him.

So she waits. She stands in the silence and in the sun.

Then she runs, fast and loud. She strides, arms waving and legs pounding. She jumps and runs. Aware of the gazes she stays in character.

She smiles as she run, pants chest heaving. She will not stop for a breath until they tell her.

The scene changes.

The red light, flickers then disappears.


"I think it's broken."

"Nah, it's fine."

"See, just a scratch."

Mike picking up the camera from the ground. Marie snatched it and quickly began to fuss with the buttons.

"Just a scratch! The damn thing won't turn on. I swear to God, if it's broken you're buying a new one!" Marie scolded Mike, coming from Marie that's pretty scary. She has dark looks and even darker personality. Not to mention she's easily pissed off. Very, very easily pissed off.

"Alright, let's all take a break" Marie shouts then she returns to fiddle with the camera.

Christine skipped over to me, smiling. Perching herself on a rock she leant over to see what I was drawing. We were taking a break by the river bank, perched around on rocks eating lunch.

I stirred a stick around in the wet earth. Making spirals and smiley faces.

I looked up as Chris cracked open a Tupperware box of at least twenty sandwiches. After taking a sandwich for herself she shook the box in my direction.

"Want some?" She asked me.

"Sure, what's in these?" I asked her.

"This side," She said pointing to the sandwiches on the right side of the container "is just some chicken with mayo, but this side," pointing at the left side "is ham and cheese with egg, coleslaw and mayo with ketchup."

"Ham and cheese with egg, coleslaw and mayo with ketchup? Where did you come up with that?" I asked her incredulously as I tried to imagine what that would taste like.

"I don't know, I just took out stuff from the fridge and made it, but it taste good." She told me with a smile.

"Hmm, no thanks I'm taking the safe bet and go for chicken with mayo." I answered her and took the sandwich from the container.

"Your loss." She said before yelling "Hey, does anybody want some sandwiches?" Holding the Tupperware up in the air for the guys to see.

The Little brothers, Mike and Ryan all came running towards her, all of them grabbing a sandwich, Jackson grabbed two, but she took one from the container and handed it to Ryan herself.

"Thanks." Ryan said before opening it and taking a big bite.

When he swallowed, Christine smirked before saying, "I poisoned that, you know." He looked between the sandwiched and Christine, unsure, before spitting out the sandwich. Christine just laughed loudly "I'm kidding, God, as if I would really do that." She told him.

"With your fucked up mind, no one really knows." He answered her, taking another bite.

Jason called Ryan's attention and we all turned to see him holding a football in his hands. "Dude, you wanna play?" he asked him. Ryan smiled then ran towards him and the other guys.

"That would not end well, I'm telling ya." Christine said to me as we watched them coordinate and throw down rules. Marie was still busy with the camera.

"Maybe, maybe not. Have you heard anything from Alissa?" I asked her.

"Yeah, she texted me earlier. Said her group is having a brainstorming session at her house later today." She answered, I was about to ask her something else when we heard Marie scream.

"What the hell! You broke it even more!" she yelled and we saw the camera and film on the ground with the football beside it. It seems that Jason threw the ball towards her accidentally and knocked the tape from her hands and brought the camera down too. Ryan walked over to see the damage himself. Jason was apologizing profusely.

"It isn't broken, the leg just got bent. We just need to find something to support it, then it's good to go." Ryan said to her while holding the equipment up.

"No! It's broken and we can't fix it. This all your fault, you idiots! You imbeciles!" she yelled while pointing at the guys. "You guys should have played more carefully! Or better yet, you guys shouldn't have played at all!

"Oh cut the crap, sis! How many times do we have to tell you it's not broken? Stop being so dramatic." Ryan screamed back at her.

"You're calling me dramatic? I am not dramatic, I'm just pointing out the truth that if you morons played carefully, the camera wouldn't be broken!"

"It's not broken!"

"Says you! Can't you see it's broken, the lens is shattered!"

"Oh take that stick out of your ass, the lens can be replaced and we could put a brace on the bent leg. It's fixable! So quit being a bitch and shut your trap." Ryan yelled at her sisters face.

"You're an asshole!" Marie screamed back before turning away and running into the forest. Well, that's not good.

"Marie, wait!" I yelled to her, but she just kept on running.

"You guys fix it up here, I'm gonna go get her," I told the others before following Marie.

"Okay, you guys take all the equipment down and let's wait for Bella and Queen Marie to come back." I heard Christine say to the others then I heard music play out as the others did what needs to be done.

I couldn't see Marie anymore, she had gotten a little further ahead, but I could definitely hear her. Stomping and cursing her way through the thick undergrowth.

The music and voices of the group became less prominent as I walked. They echoed and quieted until they were mere whispers.

"Marie... Come back! They were just playing!" I called out to the forest, stumbling on the roots of a particularly large tree.

"Marie!" Slipping on the muddy ground, hands flailing around for support before falling ass first into mud. "Marie!"

Standing up I leapt into a run, twisting my body through thorny branches and pushing past the thick and thin bodied trees alike. Slipping, tumbling, pushing and cursing I was back to the wooden staircase. I could clearly see feet prints from where Marie had trodden past.

"Marie?" I called, "Are you there?"

"No one... I don't." A voice rang through the trees. Marie.

"Seven, why do you." Marie answered and spoke to a mystery person. I began to head in the direction, still listening in to the conversation.

"I." Her voice faded in and out, cutting off from harsh whispers to nothing. "Who I said." I began to move faster. Stumbling along as I struggled not to slip. "Don't come near me..."

"Marie!" I could see her now. Just barely through gaps in the branches. Face scowling and fierce, "Are you okay?" Pushing and shoving through the branches, "Are you okay?" I walked onto the pathway, Marie stared straight ahead. Her head was tilted to the side and she faced straight ahead. A series of strange throaty hacking noises came from her chest. Hands flew to her throat and she began to scramble. Falling to her knees, clawing at her neck and the earth, struggling to take in air.

Then I saw it.

The blood.

It coated her neck, spilling from a thick wound travelling crisscrossed over her throat. The black numbered shirt she had been wearing was ripped open. Thin lines, scratches, ran over her breast bone travelling down across her stomach. More red spilt from these lines and began to flow over her still convulsing body.

She clawed at the grass, forearms covered in blood. Skin stained crimson from her bloody wounds. Sucking in a large gulp of air before spluttering up dark blood. She moaned, whimpered with inhumane noises. Grass and earth turned dark as the blood dribbled from her body and ran into the ground. I wobbled towards her, shaking all over I knelt at her side. Marie's dark eyes stared at me pleadingly. Calling for help because her mouth couldn't.

"Oh... Oh My... Guys! Come Quick, Please! Oh My God! Guys!" I stuttered and screamed. Not sure I had formed coherent sentences. "Help!"

I was frozen not wanting to move but needing. I needed to... to do something. To help her. To save her. If that was even possible but instead I stood and watched as her body twisted weakly in the dark, bloody bed of earth. "Help..."

Just barely a whisper that time. crackle, too. I must have screamed more than I thought.

"Help... please come... please don't die... please... please." I repeated the rough mantra in my head. I placed my hands over my eyes. "Please don't die..."

I moved them away, hoping to see nothing or anything other than a crushed, mangled Marie laying in a pool of her own blood. But of course she lay clawing at the grass, her forearms and torso streaked with dark red blood. Skin raw from fresh wounds and ripped up skin, mussel neeath pulseing and veins broken. When she breathed in he chest rose in jolts but she was yet to breath out and only managed to cough up more blood.

"Marie,"

Then... nothing.

Something hard hit in the back of my head. Sharp, quick and fiery pain swarmed in the back of my skull. For a second the world twisted and span in my gaze. Slipping sideways, loosing focus as it moved in a throbbing motion. Colors mixed. The green of trees seemed too bright and the horrid red stuff was mixing with brown. I moved my hand to the back of my head, when I pulled it away. The red stuff was there too... and it was wet and sticky... and my hair was clamping in my hand. I could feel bile rise in my throat as copper coated my tongue. The taste, the smell, the feel was all too familiar. Then I didn't hear.

The world span... then I didn't see.

And in that second I wasn't thinking about why or how I had passed out. Who hit me or why they did it. Not even about poor Marie's convulsing body.

In fact, I don't think I was thinking about anything.


"Where is she?" He screamed at me. Ryan began to pace in front of me, all stomps and grunts. "Argh!"

I buried my face in my hands and continued to rock myself as Chris hugged me. Making gentle 'shh' noises as she patted my back. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." I repeated the words over and over in rough sounding whispers.

Ryan, obviously not liking my reply, began to shout and cuss a series of words I had never seen him speak. I flinched at the noises and pressed my face into Chris' neck. "I don't know, I don't know."

"It's okay, Bells." She hugged me tighter as I sobbed into her shirt. "It's okay."

Looking up, I saw Jackson struggling to calm Ryan down, Mike and Jason had gone to look down the riverbank. Hoping Marie had gotten lost and wandered back there. They didn't believe the blood was hers...

Well, Ryan didn't... Or he didn't want to believe.

I had only been awake for a few hours so I was still disoriented but I know what I saw. I know I saw Marie lying in the bloody earth. I know I did. I know that... I don't know.

"Where is she?" I was no longer sure if he was questioning me. He was just shouting and I was laying in Christine's arms whimpering as he did. "Where the fuck is she?"

"Hey, dumb ass! I see your upset but taking this out on Bella will not solve your problems! She's in enough shock as it is, she doesn't need you blaming her for... this... this situation! Okay?" Ryan nodded his head at Christine, an attempt to make her less pissed off. "Okay, then shut the fuck up!"

I don't know how long we sat in silence but eventually I stopped crying. My rough and raw face rubbing against Christine's mucky shirt. My arms sore from the scratchy material of Jason's sweater, he said people in shock need to be kept warm. So I had on both the Little brothers sweaters, my oversized hoodie and someone's blue anorak (Mikes?).

Eventually it got dark. The forest had gotten ten times colder and it was way past curfew, so when Mike and Jason got back we decided to leave. Well when I say 'we'... Ryan wanted to stay and look.

Then he just gave up. Following behind as we walked to the cars. Crying softly as Mike called the police and an ambulance for me.

We shouldn't have gone into the forest that day. We shouldn't have broken the police rules. We should have stayed at home. But it's too late for 'should haves' now. No, now we're a part of something... something disturbing.