You're probably thinking 'YAY an update!' But…
… I was lazy and other fandoms shipped me away. So I'm posting a group essay I wrote for school during my absence. Please enjoy it and I promise to update within 10 days.
I only wrote it. The only character I own personally is Dawn. My friends own the rest. We made the story together but it was pieced together with my awesome writing. Pompous much? Lol.
Dawn (c) Buki Afolabi (me)
Scarlet (c) Mairo Eterigho and Ibukun Ogundimu
Stephanie (c) Oyinkun Oluwaji
T.J. (c) Oyinkun Oluwaji and Ibukun Ogundimu
Other people contributed to the story like Scarlet's past and the main plot was Rebekah Aguariavwodo. I created the whole Who lives To see sixteen Plot. Other writers are Akanmu Titilope, Atte Olufunke (though Funke really didn't add much for the original story) and the aforementioned names.
PLEASE BEAR WITH THIS UNTIL I UPDATE PROPERLY!
Rated S for Side Story
Who Lives to See Sixteen
The theme was "Accident at 15"
Prologue
She sat at the dark end of the long corridor with her legs splayed out before her and her arms hanging limp and lifeless at her sides. Her cheeks tear streaked and big green eyes glazed over with more unshed tears, looking at nothing and everything. Her lovely yellow dress with the puffy skirt was distributed around her thighs in awkward highs and lows.
In all her six years and three months of living, she had never cried; not even when she was born, sending waves of both shock and terror through the theatre; waves that she would continue to radiate for the entire existence of her being.
Right now she looked like a delicate glass doll abandoned and sat up against a corner, a beautiful broken, lonely sad glass doll with the dim sunlight peeking through the curtains barely illuminating blonde hair.
Grandpa Benson was gone. Not to the supermarket to get more art supplies. Not to California for the annual comic convention.
Grandpa Benson was dead.
Silent strangled sobs escaped her slightly parted lips as nobody dared approach her. The maids scurried about scrubbing away at the thick red wax of Crayola staining the walls. Scrubbing tirelessly because they knew that no one could fathom the young girl's pain; but still they wanted to understand her pain, because they felt so much pity.
They wanted to pity so they could forget how terrified they were, terrified of the message in red crayola.
TherE wilL be HeLL to PaY!
She had overheard all the whispers and gossip carried by the rotten wind of the mansion. Grandpa Benson had been killed.
A fisted hand stained with red crayon, gained a deeper shade of crimson as blood seeped through due to the sheer tightness of her fist crushing the crayon. Grandpa Benson had been killed.
And there would be hell to pay.
Chapter One
Dawn...
Dawn had his arms crossed in his black hoodie; arms tucked in as his head rested against the window of the long yellow bus. It was moderately warm today, considering that they were about to hit the peak of fall. He silently sighed to himself in content; the warmth of the sun on his forehead was relaxing in contrast to the air conditioned bus. He wasn't fond of cold places.
With his earphones in place and the volume just right (loud enough to block out the stupidity of his peers) he tried his best to relax even though he was feeling anything but, and it only got worse as a manicured hand tapped his shoulder.
He begrudgingly turned to face of the preppy, popular, pretty, pompous, pig-headed Stephanie Grayson. She was a lot of P's (except pure), and some even dared to call her perfect.
'As if.' Dawn thought. She was anything but.
She was nothing but an empty shell of skilfully painted stained glass; hollow and wanting to be looked at.
"Hi Dawn! How does it feel to be a part of my wonderful 'Sixteen Days of Sixteen!' celebration seeing as you had the grace to share my date of birth?"
Dawn had to grit his teeth in frustration, trying to reign in his irritation as he answered. "It's a pain."
He could see the twitch in one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and the scowl that almost slipped from her glossed pink lips. "Aww…" She let out a pout that Dawn thought made her look like a turtle; but that wouldn't be fair to innocent turtles everywhere. "Always the party pooper, aren't you Dawn?" She then turned to the 'Sweet Sixteen' cameramen behind her that Dawn hadn't bothered to notice.
He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the window as Stephanie flipped her hair and walked over to the last guy who shared their birthday. September 13th 2013, which was tomorrow, would mark his sixteenth birthday. It was also the birthday of the spawn of multi-millionaire Robert Grayson: Stephanie.
Because of all the money she has, she decided to make her sweet sixteen a celebration of sixteen days, the sixteenth day being her actual birthday. So on this day, they had the privilege of being the first set of people to launch a new amusement park. Even though he was invited, he didn't plan on coming but he was not-so-subtly forced to attend by his guardian.
The third person that shared their birthday was an African American named Terrence James, but everyone calls him T.J. He was an all-around nice guy. Decent behaviour, respectful to his superiors and elders, very amiable, good at sports, confident yet modest, never put others down but instead picks them up; what you would call the perfect adolescent; but we all know no one can be perfect. He was the kind of guy Dawn was content with.
His thoughts were halted as the bus came to a stop and the driver announced their arrival. Girls squealed and cheered. Dawn groaned in annoyance at them as he got up from his seat at the middle of the bus. The back was host to noise, gossip and senseless chatter while the radio was much too loud for his tastes in front.
He stepped down from the bus and into the warm sun. He stretched his arms above and behind his head as he soaked on the warmth. It was pretty tiring, being cooped up in that bus for forty eight minutes. Why would an amusement park have such a remote location anyway? Well, Friday the 13th –his birthday this year- was the omen of bad luck, but it was tomorrow so he should be alright today; not that he was superstitious or anything.
Everybody's chatter died down to a few hushed whispers as a woman accompanied by two men dressed in black approached them from the gates, and that was when he noticed it. Dawn finally looked up to see that the exterior of the amusement park was a huge dome. An amusement park wasn't supposed to hide the 'amusement', right? Funny, it didn't look very amusing.
The lady who emerged from the dome to meet them had blonde hair up in a loose with bun falling artistically at some ends, a pair of smart looking glasses, a blue pencil skirt with a matching blazer and white dress shirt. She wore modest pearls around her neck and white covered three inch heeled shoes.
"Welcome to 'Super Adventure Land'! I am glad to tell you that you are our first customers at this brand new park. You all have Ms Grayson to thank for sponsoring your time here."
Dawn rolled his eyes as Stephanie smiled and flipped her wavy chocolate locks over her shoulder at the camera.
The men in black suits stayed silent as the blonde woman spoke. "Oh silly me, I haven't introduced myself! My name is Bridgette Ryan and I am the director of this park. We will begin the heart stopping fun once we put down all your names."
The fifty people from the two buses made two lines as the men in black took down their names on clipboards. Dawn patiently waited his turn.
"Name please." The tall burly man in shades spoke.
"Dawn."
"Full name?"
"Dawn."
"Last name please." The man said with a tick in his jaw.
"Childcare."
The man cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Dawn Childcare. I'm under childcare services."
"And your guardian is…?"
"Peter Hawk from the police force."
"So… Dawn Hawk?"
"No, Dawn Childcare. Peter's not my parent."
The tall man shook his head. "Next." And Dawn felt like smirking as he approached the gates of Super Adventure Land.
Stephanie...
Stephanie Grayson checked her too white teeth in her hand held mirror and then flipped it closed after giving it a flirtatious smile.
Ever since Stephanie could communicate, she has always gotten whatever she desired. Straight from the crib as a baby crying for milk to now and the far future.
Stephanie is a Grayson, and the Grayson's had it made. Her father, Robert Grayson, is a multi-millionaire business tycoon who owns multiple dairy companies, fishing ports and his biggest franchise: His chain of 'WOW!' fast food joints around the world.
To most people Stephanie was a perfect example of a classic *cough* bitch. She had perfect hair, perfect clothes; the only things missing were the blonde hair and blue eyes. But please, brown was the new blonde. With money, power, influence, looks- and not to mention designer bags- Stephanie Grayson ruled the school. Guys wanted to bet with her and girls wanted to be her.
See, same old classic and cliché mean girl story.
Although Stephanie was by no means ordinary or mundane. She had an IQ of 192. She was a marvellous tactician and a brilliant strategist. She didn't dominate the school by mere wealth and looks alone; she knew just the right ways to twist and bend the feeble human mind to her will; but they were a few types of people that were impervious to her IQ.
"Hi Dawn! How does it feel to be a part of my wonderful 'Sixteen Days of Sixteen' celebration seeing as you had the grace to share my date of birth!?"
"It's a pain." He coldly responded with his cold grey eyes piercing through her.
Now here was an example of such people. Dawn was somebody that Stephanie had absolutely no clue how to read. She deduced that he wasn't right in the head. Sure, his mannerisms were normal aside from the fact that he acted like a typical sociopath. That is what people saw on the outside but Stephanie knew it went much deeper than that.
Reading humans was like hacking computer systems: it was all about connecting the dots. No matter how complex there was always a pattern, but as for Dawn, his dots moved everywhere like dust particles in air and still as statues at the same time. He was like a firewall that would put any security system of the pentagon to shame.
To put it simply, he wasn't right in the head; and it was such a waste too. With his ragged jet black hair and sharp somewhat lifeless grey eyes, Dawn had an eerie 'un dead' beauty. Like a forbidden treasure protected like a witch's spell. Mother Nature had a habit for making the precious things hard to get; take her for instance.
Stephanie pouted as Dawn rolled his eyes and turned back to the window. Stephanie rolled her eyes at the cameramen and signalled them over to the last birthday mate Terrance James, but everyone calls him T.J.
Terrance was the boy every mother wanted their son to be (unless it was a wanton mother). He was handsome (but nothing compared to Dawn), kind, athletic although he wasn't topping others academically. He was the reason why the male team's swimming practice was completely packed with over half of the school's female populace.
Despite being an African American, all races of girls were attracted to him, but even with all this, T.J. was not Mr Popular. He had few he considered true friends or attended any social gathering that made people climb up the social ladder even though he was invited to most of them. He was even pranked and lightly bullied from time to time. He hung around whoever he wanted and never cared about the senseless gossip that spread afterwards.
A modern day super hero, if he was Batman she would be Cat woman. They had a sort of complex adversary-ally relationship. Yeah, it didn't make sense to her too.
As she stood by his seat, he put down the soccer ball he was juggling and gave her a megawatt smile. "Hey Stephanie."
That smile almost melted her heart, Almost. After all, she was the wicked witch of the west. She didn't have a heart. She put on the pretty false smile she gave everyone. "Hey T.J! Are you excited?"
"You know it!" He said grinning like a five year old who got the latest beyblade. "It's been a while since I went to a theme park. They make the best memories."
T.J just had that thing about him that made everyone around him absorbed in the vibrant energy he radiated, but not this wicked witch.
Her poker face never faltered as she replied him. "And that's why you're the life of the party." She then glanced over her shoulder in Dawn's direction. "Unlike some people."
T.J gave a fond laugh. "Dawn is an awesome dude. Don't hate on him." Ah, that ghetto grammar.
Stephanie rolled her eyes playfully and blew him a kiss goodbye as the bus driver announced their arrival. As she neared the door, she turned around to the camera men with a cute fist pump in the air. "Alright! Let's launch this park and have some fun!"
She hopped off the bus looking pretty in her brown four inch heeled ankle boots, flowing cream dress with the hem at her mid-thigh all topped with a figure hugging light blue denim jacket left unzipped and a brown purse with its strap perched on her shoulder. As she noticed her three lackeys approach her she tied her long hair up in a high ponytail with the elastic band on her wrist.
"Okay girls," Stephanie said with her hands to on her hips as she turned to face them fully. "Think of ways to make me look even more spectacular."
The pretty blonde with blue eyes spoke up looking hurt and confused. "But Stephanie, you know my brain screams 'ouch' when I even think about thinking. Ouch, like now." The blonde took a long gulp from her ice cold Fanta.
The girl with straight ginger hair and teal eyes spoke up. "Don't give up so easily Brittany. You've got to try even when it hurts because it will be worth it. Just like Botox!" The ginger haired girl, Ashley, said to Brittany.
They quieted down as they saw a pretty blonde lady gave a little introductory speech. When the lady mentioned Stephanie's name in gratitude, Stephanie smiled and flipped her hair at the cameras.
After the introductory speech, Stephanie and her girls proceeded to cut the ribbon. After Stephanie not-so-subtly cut the ribbon, the fifty people invited proceeded to move through the gates. As they were about to follow through, her lackeys noticed a mild mannered girl named Taylor. She was just cute enough to pass the bar. Her beauty was a subtle one, but society today discarded everything subtle. The bolder the better, people like Taylor were just the steps on a ladder for Stephanie to change the light bulb up above.
"OMG where did Taylor Lamer get that tacky butterfly pendant, 'Ugly R Us'?" Brittany remarked in disgust.
"More like 'Ugly dumped her'!" The last girl with sandy hair commented. Her name is Hayley. She was the smartest of Stephanie's lackeys. To Stephanie, she was more of a best friend than a lackey.
"Girls please, let's try not to laugh at her. After all those were the kind of things I wore when I was a virgin." Ashley gloated, but she didn't have time to revel in her snide remark as Taylor accidentally bumped into Stephanie because she didn't want to make eye contact with the she-devils.
"Oh! Excuse me! I'm t-terribly sorry!" Taylor bowed politely to Stephanie. "My mind was elsewhere. Forgive me."
Ashley forcefully tugged on a short lock of Taylor's short strawberry blonde bob. "Do you think you can get away from your assault with that half-baked apology?"
"B-But I-"
"Don't 'b-but' us!" Hayley glared. "You can't talk to us like that especially with that piece of trash dangling from your neck." Her voice was venomous.
Taylor burned with anger and clutched the necklace. "My late aunt gave this to me! How dare you-"
Taylor was stopped short as Brittany hooked her arms and elbows around Taylor's shoulders halting her movement. Stephanie then used her hand and forced Taylor's face away from her as she spoke. "How dare I? Please, I can do anything I want to weaklings who can't keep up their eyes at eye level." Brittany stepped back and left Taylor to Stephanie, but before things could escalate further, Taylor saw a pale arm clad in a long black sleeve grab her wrist and with one yank forced her out from within the girls surrounding her. As she stumbled next to her saviour, Taylor looked to see her knight in hoodie armour.
"Dawn," Stephanie smirked. "I thought you didn't have a heart. And what's worse is that you let an ugly snail steal it."
"Just following the fairy tales," Dawn said plainly as Brittany and Ashley shot each other confused looks. "Damsels in distress always have to be saved from ugly evil witches." Dawn then pulled Taylor to walk.
Ashley and Brittany sputtered weak comebacks while Hayley looked bored.
Stephanie never thought Dawn would ever do anything for a girl, but she was proven wrong. He did this out of affection. She then saw him drop her hand like deadweight.
Or maybe not.
As Dawn walked beside Taylor he spoke up with the same apathetic look he always wore while keeping his vision dead straight ahead. "You don't have any reason to walk beside me anymore. Well, you never did. Don't let yourself be treated like that; it's pathetic to see plastic dolls bullying humans."
Taylor bowed her head in embarrassment and shame. When she looked to her left to say thank you he had already vanished.
Terrance . . .
T.J. was snapping, clapping and dancing with his friends and the other people around him who were lively enough to join in at the front of the bus. They were all really excited to launch a theme park.
"We're gonna party and do shit, and party and do shit; and party, and party…!" T.J. chimed snapping his fingers as his hands and upper body moved flexibly from side to side in his seat.
Then the boy and girl who sat directly behind him sang along. "That's how we doooooo! That's just how we do!" There was slim girl with a pretty face and sleek black hair that brushed her shoulder blades, Janet. The boy beside her was his cousin, Chris James, but everyone calls him C.J. They were both African American. It's not like T.J. is racist or anything, but he finds it easier to hang around people from his 'hood', so to speak.
Janet was his best friend and also C.J.'s best friend. The three of them were three peas in a pod. Although T.J. was well over six feet, C.J. was still two inches taller. He was a real eye catcher with a handsome face and the short dreads he always wore in a ponytail. Girls fought over him on a regular basis, but even with that, Janet was definitely more than enough insecticide to keep them away. T.J. was really happy they had each other.
He began to play with a soccer ball that he had stowed away under the seat as he thought about the girl that he held dear, but his thoughts were interrupted as he felt a presence next to him.
'Speak – well, think of the devil.' He thought.
"Hey Stephanie." He beamed at her.
"Hey T.J.! Feeling excited?" He hated the fake smile she gave him in public.
"You know it!" He knew how to act too. "It's been a while since I've been to a theme park; those make the best memories."
The relationship he and Stephanie shared was… well…, complex would be an understatement if used to describe it. Stephanie was a brilliant hacker when the eyes of the world and social leeches weren't on her. He knew because she was the only one he told. They started their awkward friendship back in 7th grade when they were both twelve. They had both skipped gym class and shared a few laughs hiding in the cafeteria. From then on they kept bumping into each other. She was instantly popular and he was 'okay' on the social ladder. She would put him down in public just to make up for appearances, even though she always apologized when they were alone. When she turned fourteen she stopped apologizing. He was okay with it. After all, what was the point of playing a broken record?
Even though in the public eye the two grew further apart, they still found time just to have their little moments, but lately they hadn't had any. It was probably for the best because now he has fallen for her.
"Aw, Dawn is an awesome dude. Don't hate on him." He replied when she made reference of Dawn. He noticed her cheek twitch at his grammar. She was always the perfectionist.
To T.J. Dawn is an awesome guy. Mostly in solitude and never swayed to the rhythm of social power or class. A little creepy, but awesome nevertheless.
The bus driver had announced their arrival and Stephanie waved him goodbye and blew him a kiss. "Gross." Janet said. "I hate that Barbie doll." C.J. laughed and T.J. cracked a grin at the insult. He really didn't like Stephanie's public persona either.
When they got down from the bus, T.J. stuffed his hands in the pockets of his red plaid lumberjacks that he left unbuttoned showing his grey tank top. He was careful not to scuff his red, black and white Nike high tops (they had cost him three months' worth of allowance).
After the park's director had given her speech and they all got their names taken, T.J., C.J. and Janet moved through the gates with their elbows interlocked and shouted, "LET'S HAVE A HELL OF A TIME!" People gave them incredulous looks but they couldn't care less. They were going to have fun!
Scarlet...
A pair of black leather gloved hands put down a pair of binoculars to reveal green eyes that glinted in the early morning sunlight from the apex of the Ferris wheel. The wind was whipping her crimson hair all over her face. She cracked a smile as she watched everybody gather into her amusement park. After all in the next fifteen minutes she was going to be the only one amused.
She noticed the biggest object of her hatred swinging her wavy chocolate ponytail about and bossing people around in a short cream dress. She then set her remote to get the Ferris wheel moving so she could get off it. She wanted to greet her dear Stephanie personally.
As she began her walk to the ride she just knew Stephanie would take. She had planned so cautiously and thoroughly, she wasn't going to let anything escape her sadistic pleasure.
"LET'S HAVE A HELL OF A TIME!" She heard some people yell.
Her face nearly split with a grin. Yes, let's have a hell of a time.
Chapter Two
Terrance...
T.J., C.J. and Janet had picked the tallest and most noticeable ride in the whole park. The taller the ride, the better and longer the zero-G effect of free fall feels. They made their way to the line which was quite short due to the fact that only fifty people are being spread across an entire themed park.
The architecture of the theme park was amazing. T.J. was beyond impresses. There was artificial lighting and the ceiling of the dome was painted in a way that made it look like there was no dome over their heads at all. There were even night skies in some places. It was absolutely mesmerizing.
"Hey Michelangelo!" Janet snapped her fingers in T.J.'s face. "I know you're impressed but be aware of your surroundings. It's our turn in line." But as Janet and C.J. moved through with T.J. close behind them, he was stopped by the two personnel in sunglasses handling the ride.
"Um, we're together sir." C.J. stated.
"I know but each birthday candidate has a special seat set up in each ride."
"What's so special about them?" Janet asked with a brow slightly cocked not really seeing the point.
"Wait, how do you know I'm a candidate?" T.J. asked.
"We received all profiles on the three candidates beforehand."
"Oh." T.J. said feeling a bit stupid for asking.
C.J. and Janet waved him a see you later as they entered the dark tunnel leading to the docking area of the coaster.
"So…" T.J. spoke up awkwardly. "Do I get to go in yet or what?"
"Oh yes." The two men answered feeling a bit bashful for delaying him further without reason. The taller man continued. "Just head to the car with a symbol of a pink crown printed on the side."
"Thanks," T.J. said offhandedly as he entered the tunnel. He then murmured to himself, "Funny that their so strict seeing as my birthday is actually tomorrow."
It was a shame he didn't notice the lecherous sneers the men threw each other behind his back.
Dawn. . .
Dawn decided to go to the haunted house attraction, He knew it was impossible for him be frightened even in the slightest way, but he might as well be impressed or disappointed at how scary it was. Enjoying other people's terror and fear was also a plus.
As he approached the entrance, there were only about six people (not including him) that were waiting for the staff dressed up as a demon empress to explain how it worked and open the door. She had her black hair in a slick tight ponytail and wore an ankle length turtle neck black dress with no sleeves and a slit that went all the way from a few inches below her hip to the hem of the dress. To top it off she had a black scythe and a matching tiara.
"Okay kiddies, this attraction is just like any other horror movie." She pointed to the small sign below beside her held up in the railing used to arrange a line for customers.
'All will go in, few will escape.'
Ooooh, how scary. Dawn meant that with all sarcasm of course, but he was intrigued to see what the attraction had in store. Behind him he saw two female friends. One was sputtering excuses while the other was holding her hand comfortingly and giving reassurances and encouraging words. There were three other boys who all held smirks and discussing who would crap themselves first and a girl behind them threatening them not to make it any worse for a girl named Stacy (most likely the one who isn't all that thrilled to go in).
"All the monsters and scary situations are completely mechanical and automated. You have no need to fear, everything has been tested to the most microscopic detail. Just enjoy the feeling of adrenaline and try to survive." And then the Demon's purple lips were set in a grim smile.
He heard Stacy yelp with the two other girls dragging her in with friendly smiles. The boys walked with certain 'swagger' dripping in confidence. Dawn was looking forward to seeing them snap.
As he passed the lady to move in she smiled. Not a normal smile. It was eerie and frightful.
Something was wrong, because all of a sudden Dawn felt very wary.
Stephanie. . .
Stephanie and her lackeys headed over to the fastest and by far not the tallest ride in the amusement park. It was a big rectangular disc, well more like a very wide but shallow cylinder. People would be strapped in to the sides as the attraction moved at amazing speeds. Only one word described it perfectly: exhilarating.
Stephanie made her way forward as she planned to strut in first she was called to the side by a pretty girl with (obviously dyed) crimson hair and green eyes that glinted with… with… well, they were screaming 'I know so many things you don't.' at her. She was wearing a black tank top layered under a black leather vest. She had slim black denim jeans with about three inch heeled knee length leather boots. The girl's plainly glossed lips smiled at her. She knew this girl.
"My father owns this place so I wanted to personally welcome you to 'Super Adventure Land' in his place."
"We've met before." Stephanie stated with utter confidence. "I never forget a face."
"No, I'm sure we haven't." The girl innocently smiled.
"Yes, I'm sure we have. You were blonde, but you still have the same green eyes."
Scarlet's cheek twitched.
Stephanie continued. "December fifth 2002. We met at a Christmas party. We were both five years old."
"You have a lot of confidence seeing as people's faces can change almost drastically over a period of ten years. Mother nature is an artist after all."
"No I'm sure of it." Stephanie challenged.
Scarlet stared at her and then grinned. "We will continue this conversation after your ride." She then turned her back on Stephanie and began descending the steps to the ground.
"Your name is Lucy." Stephanie stated after her.
Scarlet paused and then looked over her shoulder to give her a laughing grin; both eyes were closed like she wanted to laugh and a grin that nearly split her face. A mix of terror and confusion washed over Stephanie in an instant. When she had regained her composure, Scarlet had already continued on her way down the steps.
The people who Stephanie couldn't read came in two types: They either had a much higher IQ than her or they were plain psycho.
This girl's demeanour was screaming both.
Stephanie tried to shrug it off as she made her way inside the ride and the staff helped her strap into a space with a crown printed above it. She tried to smile, but somehow couldn't find it in her.
Scarlet . . .
Scarlet returned to the Ferris wheel and used her remote to make it escalate back to the apex. This was the best seat to watch the pandemonium that was about to ensue.
Stephanie remembered her. No. Stephanie knew her, who she was. She smiled to herself. This would make her revenge all the more exciting.
She unfolded a letter that pushed her and gave her strength through this whole plan. She unfolded a worn out lilac paper with red flowers printed in the bottom right corner. She hated her real name. It reminded her of when she was weak, when she was naïve.
Happy Sixth birthday!
To my favourite member of the Ross Family,
Lucy.
Love, Grandpa Benson.
She counted down on her watch. "Three, two, one." And then she pressed the button that would begin the hell of a time.
"Zero."
Chapter Three
Dawn...
Dawn had to admit, the haunted house was pretty cool. He had been chased by Jack the Ripper, defeated a vampire by dousing it in holy water and saved Little Red Riding-Hood from the evil clutches of the werewolf. All the horrors were a combination of classic and original. It was pretty fun, but every time he got too relaxed, he would remember the smile that Staff had given him. Something was wrong here and as fun as this place was, he had to keep his guard up.
As he turned a corner he ended up in another pitch black corridor with an eerie red glow. He saw the girls from earlier standing in front of a foggy dark glass. All of a sudden a creature broke through and sliced their heads off and charged toward him. He kicked it in the chest and swept it off its feet. He then grabbed the blade and mutilated the mechanical monster and took off with the blade looking for the exit.
Terrance . . .
T.J. was having the time of his life! The roller coaster had three tall hills, each one higher than the last and each one a paradise for free fall fans. Even though his best friend and cousin were four cars in front of him, they were all shrieking in fun together. Having gone over two out of the three ascents, T.J. was literally at the edge of his seat for the final ascent of the coaster.
As they ascended he heard something that sounded like the cacophony of sparks, ripping metal and the screeching of hot embers.
'What? It can't be,' T.J. thought. 'The adrenaline must be overloading my senses and forming some kind of hallucinogen or some biological bull like that.'
Unfortunately T.J. was forced to face reality when he heard screams of terror that could only be born from the depths of terror. The coaster was already going over its last ascent and T.J. could only look in horror from his place in the last car in the train as they all descended into the mesh of twisted wire, cables and fire.
Everyone screamed helplessly as they descended into the mesh of metal and flames. As he watched his loved ones get closer and closer to their deaths. Then all of a sudden, the coaster hung limply and rickety. Janet and C.J. released sighs of relief mixed with tears. T.J. hadn't even realized that he was crying until he rubbed his eyes to make sure that C.J. and Janet were still in front of him. Then fate decided to prove that the saying: 'You shouldn't count your chickens before they hatch' as a prop from the coaster landed on the cars before him and his car was twisted upside down as he watched his cousin and best friend descend into flames and ragged metal rubble.
At this point, T.J. thought to himself that no fifteen year old had ever been through a worse accident than he had just now.
Stephanie . . .
Stephanie could feel the nausea and excitement welling up within her in a strange mixture as she was whirled around at amazing speeds within the ride. People were shrieking in delight and some even threw up. She hoped that none would get on her shoes. Ew, cute ankle boots and vomit do not go well together.
Suddenly a large clanking sound was heard. If one was not listening, it may not be heard over the loud screams of delight and gags of noisy; but this was the very perceptive Stephanie we are talking about. Of course, she heard it.
The tension Stephanie had felt earlier seeped back into her body. A much louder and gut wrenching sound broke through the gleeful atmosphere within the ride as the ride shook and tilted to one side in broken movements in a dangerous angle; each movement brought another terrifying clank sound which in turn caused more screams of terror from the teenagers within the ride.
The roof cracked open and the disc was now about 60 degrees to the ground anti-clockwise. The bottom of the pole that held the ride had also broken and the blades of the motor stuck out at threatening angles, making it look like the blades of a standard household blender. Well, a blender with a touch of final destination. Belts and safety fasteners did nothing as people began to spill out.
Stephanie began to hyperventilate and then mentally chastised herself for panicking. Sure, it was normal to panic in such a situation but how would that help her survive? She needed to make some quick decisions. Her options may be limited but quick thinking might be the difference between escaping in one piece and becoming minced meat.
As Stephanie thought of wedging herself between the bars that separated cubicles, she was suddenly enveloped in metal. Her cubicle had become an escape pod! She was then dropped from the ride like candy from a candy dispenser. She couldn't see from inside the pod but could definitely feel all the jolts and bumps as she landed on the ground. The pod then opened itself up and she shakily got up and climbed out of it. She wasn't injured or bruised, just a little shell shocked from her not very comfortable landing.
She survived such a terrible accident. No, she was saved. Which only meant one thing: Somebody planned this. She had to find other survivors. Her friends had most likely died and she didn't have the time to check for survivors from her ride. Call her a bitch but that didn't matter now. She would mourn and cry until her heart was content when she found the bastard that did this.
She was cut off from her train of thoughts when a rancid metallic smell hit her nose. There was also a combination of bile and not fully digested food. She dared to look back up at the ride to see that it was empty but the blades below were most definitely full. Tears stung her eyes but she blinked them back. She was strong, strong because weak people couldn't get revenge.
She then set off to search the area only to find more pandemonium on every other ride.
Somebody did plan this, and he or she was about to bow to Stephanie Grayson.
Scarlet. . .
Any attraction that Dawn, Stephanie or T.J. weren't partaking in either skidded off the tracks, went up in flames or had its architectural structure folded into unnatural structures with its occupants still within.
Scarlet sat perched comfortably at the top of the Ferris wheel which remained uninhabited due to the 'Out of Order' sign. She had long discarded her binoculars and watched the chaos she had caused.
It was pure pandemonium. It was beautiful. It was revenge.
Her pawns were with no doubt about to gather and then the games would begin.
Dawn. . .
Miraculously, Dawn had emerged from the haunted house without running into anymore monstrosities. He wondered why though. To be honest, he was a bit disappointed. His blood was boiling with rage and his pride was wounded. A beast did not back away in fear when pitiful and inferior creatures poked it with torches and pitch forks. No, the beast would rip away their pitiful limbs that dared to invade its space and mince them piece by piece. The beast would cut them to ribbons with its claws avoiding all vital organs for maximum pain and agony.
The beast flexed its claws and glints its teeth in the light that radiated off their torches.
Dawn would show them nothing less.
Other than a girl he had found on his way out, there was only one survivor. He was also quite shaken, but Dawn didn't have the compassion for him at the moment. He looked around to see that the other parts of the park were worse off and in shambles. This beast refuses to let the limb that poked at him remain a piece of a whole body.
"Can you walk?" Dawn asked. People at times become paralyzed with fear.
The boy dumbly nodded.
"Good." was all Dawn said as he walked away toward a clearing where other survivors had gathered. The boy and girl wasted no time following Dawn like lost puppies.
. . .
The survivors had all gathered in a little clearing between eating sites. There were only fifteen people left. Three people from the haunted house, four people including Stephanie from the ride she boarded; only T.J. had survived the roller coaster he had boarded and seven lucky people who didn't want to go to any attractions at 10:00am in the morning.
Stephanie surveyed the survivors, her heart shattered for T.J. who had lost his cousin and best friend. Now wasn't the time to shed pity and other fond feelings; now was the time to survive. Warning bells rang through her as she looked at Dawn. Normally, he was just a mess of scattered dots when she tried to read him, but at the moment he probably made The Joker look sane.
Everybody snapped to attention when they heard the speakers fizzle and come to life.
"So, there are fifteen of you left." A cocky feminine voice scoffed. "That's more than I expected. Well, wanted would be more accurate."
An outraged boy spoke the minds of them all. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! YOU MEAN YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE?!"
"Yes I did." The voice replied. You could feel the sickening smile through the speaker.
The girl who survived the horror attraction, spoke up with her voice barely audible. "Y-Y-You k-k-ki-killed Stacy," She then screamed. "IS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE?!"
"It's not a game." The voice replied. "After all, the fun of a journey isn't the destination. It's how you get there. Tricking you and then killing you is really fun. After that I can relax and enjoy myself at my destination."
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT IS YOUR DESTINATION YOU MONSTER?!"
"I'm Scarlet, and I want to kill, no, I want to destroy Stephanie, T.J. and Dawn. I want to cut them up into ribbons, broil them in acid while leaving their vital organs intact. Well, that's just scratching the surface of it though."
Chapter Four
Dawn...
Dawn had always been a perceptive child and from the age of four he had deemed humans worthless beings. All they did was pretend and lie; they pretended to lie and lied to pretend. Nothing more than beings running on autopilot of idiocy, falsehood, pain and any good thing associated with them was sure to be destroyed, tainted or betrayed.
He considered himself an observer: someone who only watched and laughed at the others. He knew he might be considered a hypocrite considering the fact that he too was human, but he'd sooner die than allow himself turn into another smudge on all that was right and just.
However he knew that there were also good people out there; people like his mother. His mother was kind and honest. He knew she probably did something he would deem indecent and wrong from time to time, but she was one saint compared to the rest.
He never knew of his father. He remembered being two years old and being on his mother's hip most of the time, and they both wore rags. His mother did any kind of menial labour no matter how embarrassing or degrading as long as he was kept fed. It was hard but he was happy to see an honest woman like her. She never pick pocketed or conned anyone. When he asked her she simply smiled and said. "Karma sees all; good things happen to good people and bad things to bad people."
Then probably what his mother would call a miracle came: his mother got a rich boyfriend. Except the reality of it all was that his mother had moved in with one of the filthiest specimen of scum bag. The man beat and abused her, but she took it all with her head held high as long as her son had a roof over his head.
One day when he was eight years old, he had come back from school to find his mother writhing and stirring in a pool of her own blood and shattered glass. He had gone upstairs silently without a word to a balcony that overlooked the living room where his mother lay. When he heard the man he had begun calling father come in, he screamed as loud as he could. The man in question ran into the living room afraid that he had been found out and promptly got hit in the head by a vase. He swore as he skidded on the blood on the floor and fell. Before he could get up a matching vase struck his head again and before he knew it, a chair follow, digging the shattered pieces of pottery into his head and heart effectively killing him.
Dawn descended downstairs to kick the corpse of the man and after making sure he was dead, dialled 911 for his mother. As far as he was concerned, he had taken out the trash.
All his money went to his mother and life couldn't have gotten any better until one day when he was eleven found his mother in a pool of her own blood in the bath tub and a bloody message on the wall: "I'm sorry son."
That was when Dawn had decided the entire human race were in fact all walking pieces of shit and he would love to get rid of them.
In the foster home one day, he had stepped on a cockroach and effectively killed it and thought, 'One second ago it was alive, now it's dead.' Life was easy to take, and in a second he could take out trash. He tried it on lizards and frogs but did not escalate further.
At the age of twelve, he was returning from the park one day late in the evening and stumbled upon four boys in their late teens about to rape a girl. He beat them all up but saved the one who had straddled her for last.
"You were about to rape her," He stated calmly twirling around an iron bar that one of the teens had attacked him with. "In one second you would have broken her, taken something she held pure. Now is that fair?"
The man lunged at him but Dawn promptly used his elbow on the teen's neck to use his own force against him causing the teen to fall. "Let me teach you what one second can do." He broke the boy's nose with the metal iron bar as he said, "One second ago, your face was spotless." He then hit the man's skull. "One second ago you only had one bruise." Dawn was dazed in the adrenaline of exterminating rubbish, unaware of his surroundings. He snapped back only when two burly men grabbed him from behind and restrained him. When his sight came into focus again, there was only a body with a mush of flesh, bones and blood where shoulder and a head were supposed to be.
In court, he was charged for manslaughter and was sentenced to a year in an asylum because his methods of saving the girl were too extreme plus he was too young to jail. After multiple tests, he was deemed normal but had an extreme sense of justice. After his year at the asylum, Peter Hawk had taken him in under childcare services. It was also some sort of house arrest where he had lived normally, but his psyche was anything but normal. He was a beast that would rise to the challenge when pitiful creatures dared to poke at it.
Chapter Five
Scarlet...
Lucy Ross loved her Grandpa Benson more than anyone in the world. He loved to write comics but never sold any of them. Her favourite character of his was Scarlet. She was an assassin who took out horrible politicians and corrupted aristocrats. She had blood red hair that Lucy thought was so much better than her own boring blonde.
Scarlet was also Grandpa Benson's favourite character. He always said she did the right thing no matter what people said or the methods she used to get the results. Whenever he spoke of Scarlet exterminating horrible people, he would always get a sad smile on his face. Whenever she asked why he looked so sad, he would smile and say that no matter what he wanted her to keep his comic books close to her. She always agreed gleefully.
When he had died, she lost all joy in her life. She was tough to please before but she never smiled again. When she was four months away from seven, she had asked her parents if she could dye her hair crimson. They had flat out refused. The next day she was found in the backyard with the family dog gut open and rubbing the blood all over her hair. When she was asked she simply said: "I needed red hair dye."
At the age of eight, she had finally understood all the subtle hints and codes in her Grandpa's Scarlet series, and with some investigation of her own, found out who had killed her grandpa. It was his peers, the Grayson, James and the Smith family had killed him because he threatened to expose their dirty deeds through his comics.
Revenge was needed, and it would be taken out on the grandchildren of the perpetrators.
She had it all planned out. She even had the bonus of killing the daughter of the Smiths who they had abandoned in their greed for wealth and cast her away because she was too honest and killed her husband. She didn't kill her because she deserved it. No, she only did it to spite her son who was quite the psycho. She framed it all as a suicide to spite him even more so.
She and the Grayson child had met at a Christmas party when all was still good and Grandpa was still around. Anyone with eyes could see how spoiled rotten she was, but she was also very calculating.
The James family had renowned their evil ways and repented and focused on raising their grandson. All that was humbug to Lucy, forgiveness was a front humans put up. Such a thing did not exist. What was karma there for if there was room for forgiveness?
They had been involved in a miscellaneous mess of illegal activities that ranged from human trafficking to disposing of powerful figure heads to climb to the top. They had so much blood on their hands that no amount of holy water would wash it away. Was it cruel to prey on their grandchildren? Maybe it was. Nevertheless as they say, what goes around comes around.
Chapter Six
T.J. would have been terrified hearing that somebody wanted to broil him in acid, killed about thirty five people and laughing about it. He really wanted to be scared but all he could feel was confusion.
'Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, WHY, WHY, WHY!?' Was all that ran through his mind at the moment. Confusion prevailed over all feelings. C.J. and Janet were dead and he was going to become confetti and he didn't even know why.
Stephanie felt intimidated and lost, and feeling lost scared her more than anything else. As long as she had a level head she could survive but now, this girl had met her at the ride to frighten her and is now landing the grand blow with these threats. No, they didn't sound the least bit like threats. She made them sound like promises.
Dawn was crouched with the front pads of his feet and toes keeping him up on the floor and his heels digging into his backside. His hood was up and he intertwined his fingers blocking his face below the bridge of his nose as his head was bowed. Underneath all this was the smile of a maniac. His facial muscles were aching. The adrenaline was pumping in him and he was going to eat Scarlet up and use his claws to pick her from his fangs afterwards.
"Well, just so you know," Scarlet continued. "My birthday is tomorrow as well, so the game we are going to play is called: 'Who lives to see sixteen?' Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"
T.J. and Stephanie went rigid with caution while Dawn did his best not to hop up and shake with excitement.
"So what happens to the rest of us?!" A girl asked regarding the people whose birthday wasn't in a matter of hours.
"Well…" Scarlet started. "I could let you go… but then the police wouldn't catch me… or I could use your heads to make the game more fun…" Scarlet contemplated.
Another boy spoke up. "We're not your pawns you bitch!"
"Don't speak back to me." Scarlet replied in a flat and humourless tone that contradicted how she spoke earlier.
"You-" He didn't have time to reply as he was sprayed with bullets that seemed to come from nowhere.
"Don't bother yourselves; I'm using a remote control." Scarlet said referring to them trying to see where the bullets came from. "If you want me I'm at the Ferris Wheel. Well. I was at the Ferris Wheel." Everybody turned their gaze to the Ferris wheel to see a girl clad in black with what appeared to be long scarlet like hair dismount the ride, blow a kiss in the clearing's direction and run off in the opposite direction. "Catch me if you can! But that only applies to Dawn, Stephanie and T.J. and in order to play you all have to come together!"
Stephanie and T.J. didn't have time to react when Dawn threw Stephanie over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and grabbed T.J.'s wrist and sped off at a speed that should be impossible for someone who was being weighed by two extra bodies.
Nobody else even had the chance to contemplate going after them when four men clad in black surrounded them and shot them all down.
. . .
"D-Dawn!" Stephanie coughed from his shoulder digging into her gut. "What the hell?"
Dawn didn't reply but pushed himself even faster chasing after Scarlet's quickly retreating figure. T.J. was sure that Dawn's grip on his wrist would leave a bruise. T.J. had already begun running with him but Dawn still didn't let go when T.J. tried to tug his hand free.
"Too slow." was all Dawn said.
From Stephanie's bumpy 'seat' she had concluded all her assumptions about Dawn. He wasn't insane; in fact he was quite sane, but his psyche worked on a different plane from other people. It was just like how you couldn't compare math with social studies. This boy was to be feared.
"What are you going to do?"
There was a short pause as a grin nearly split Dawn's face. "Destroy her of course." Then he abruptly turned a corner into a dark tunnel like corridor they had noticed Scarlet turn into. When they entered, the two openings suddenly closed them off and the lights came on. The corridor was actually a large room with three shelves full of books.
"I'm not there but please enjoy yourselves reading my grandpa's comic books." Scarlet's voice resounded through a speaker. "You'll need them to understand why you're here and how we're going to play." She finished with a sing-song voice.
Stephanie had already moved in between shelves, tracing her fingers along the spines of the books. "I'm not so cruel as to do this without reason. Stephanie is smart enough to get it." Stephanie tensed. This girl knew that much about her. Stephanie's only weapon was her superior intellect.
"Oh and my IQ is 213." Scarlet added and Stephanie paled. "See you at 10:45pm!"
"Wait," T.J. said. "It's only 11:18am! You're leaving us here for almost twelve hours!?"
"You can't have a battle to see 00:00am for almost twelve hours." Scarlet stated matter-of-factly. "Besides you need to study. It wouldn't be satisfying if you didn't know why I butchered you while I did."
Dawn loved the way she sounded so cocky. It would truly be a blood spilling fest between the beast who broke people's bones and the witch who collected heads as a hobby. His blood boiled in excitement. He walked over to a shelf and swept up a whole row and took what hadn't spilt to the floor in his arms and went to a spot and sprawled on the floor. He casually propped himself up on one elbow and began reading a comic.
"That's the spirit! Ta-ta!" And with that the speakers in the room went dead. Stephanie sat herself at the base of the short shelf and began reading a volume. T.J. stared dumbfounded at how they were reacting.
"H-How, how can you be like that?" He said with his voice barely above a whisper before it escalated to a strangled cry. "We're gonna die! We so gonna die!" He cried tearlessly in his African American slang as he grabbed his head in helplessness.
"If we want to stand a chance we have to know how she plays." Stephanie stated as she walked up to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a weak smile. He pulled her into a strong embrace, saying how he didn't want to see her die too.
He pulled his head back to look at her in the eyes. "I won't see you die." She knew what he implied with that statement.
"No T.J. you don't have to go so fa-"
"Gross." Dawn interrupted. "This is a battlefield for beasts. Lovebirds will get ripped between fangs and claws."
T.J. was about to tell him off when Stephanie grabbed his arm and shook her head. "I hate to say it but he's right." She gave T.J. a sorrowful smile. "You and I don't stand a chance."
He looked at her like she had said Jay-Z had gone into Gospel music. "But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try." She said as she sat back down to read the comic books, and a defeated and confused T.J. snatched a book and sat next to her.
. . .
Despicable. That was one of the words their grandparents should be described as. Evil, filthy, disgusting and horrid were also there but not enough. Scarlet had every right to hate their families but there were such things as the police! But it was obvious she wouldn't do it the normal way seeing as she wasn't right in the head.
When Stephanie had figured it all out and they discussed it (it was more of Stephanie explaining, T.J. exclaiming in disbelief and Dawn giving single syllable comments). Scarlet, well Lucy, was using them to exact her revenge on their grandparents and the sad part was that Stephanie and T.J. were sitting ducks in the midst of a bloodthirsty battle between wolves.
They heard the speakers fizzle and come to life. "10:45 pm is only ninety seconds away. So now I'm guessing you all know why we're playing this game. I wonder which one of us will see our sixteenth birthday."
Stephanie and T.J. said nothing knowing that they would only be wasting their breath.
"The door is about to open so prepare yourselves, we're going to have a good old fashioned battle royal with anything you deem a weapon in the next room. Good luck."
"Oh and one more thing," Scarlet said as Dawn walked towards the door. "Dawn, I'm the one who killed your mother."
Stephanie and T.J. stood rooted in shock. Dawn passed them with a dead serious expression as he headed to the doors."
"Okay," Scarlet announced. "The doors will open in three, two, one!" Shock turned to terror as Dawn looked over his shoulder at them with a maniacal sneer on his face.
"Let the games begin."
Chapter Seven
She killed his mother. She made him doubt all her good qualities and decide that she wasn't good enough to have given up on him. She made him doubt his mother.
He was going to kill her! The beast was going to devour the demented witch!
The room they entered was a large arena-like hall with rubble and different articles strewn about on the floor. Scarlet stood on a mound of rubble awaiting them. "Welcome. Let me prove I'm fighting fair and square." She removed her leather jacket to reveal a thin black bra top. "Now come!" She announced and Dawn wasted no time lunging forward while scooping up a metal bat and charged at Scarlet who gladly met him halfway with equal excitement. Scarlet picked up two thick steel rings and she and Dawn wasted no time engaging in a bloodthirsty battle of steel.
Stephanie and T.J. stared in awe at the side lines. Stephanie was quite right when she said that they didn't stand a chance.
"What's wrong T.J.?" Scarlet taunted as she broke away from Dawn and swiftly moved towards T.J. "Too much of a coward to avenge your loved ones?"
T.J. charged at Scarlet after picking up a gun and taking aim at her. Scarlet showed no fear and didn't bother going into a defensive stance when faced with a gun. T.J. was surely going to miss with his hands as steady as rickety swing, but he wasn't even given a chance as Dawn kicked him out of the way to engage Scarlet again.
Scarlet pinched a pressure point in Dawn's neck that would make him unconscious for about three hours. Oh well, she could enjoy chopping something unmoving,
She hurriedly moved to Stephanie who was only watching and switched to a foot long blade. "I hate damsels in distress!" But the blade met T.J. as he jumped in the way.
"I told you I wouldn't see you die." T.J. said to Stephanie.
"Pathetic," Scarlet said as she removed the blade sideways killing T.J. "And pointless." She said swiftly aiming for both of Stephanie's jugulars.
However, Stephanie wasn't rich for nothing. She quickly evaded using the martial arts lessons she had received. Scarlet smirked and dropped the blade then went to Stephanie with only fists. Stephanie artfully dodged Scarlet's barrage of fists. Then Stephanie found an opening and swept Scarlet's feet from under her, but as she turned to where Scarlet had fallen, she was met with the fallen blade being thrust through her midsection. Scarlet quickly retracted the blade and slit Stephanie's throat with shock evident on the brunette's face.
Scarlet rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms in disappointment as she looked at the two corpses. 'What an excuse for a climax.' Scarlet thought as she turned around only to be simultaneously punched in the face and have her shoulder blade and clavicle shattered with a heavy iron bat. In the moment she staggered, her hair was violently fisted and her face smashed into the ground. A foot then smashed into her back with enough force to make her cough out blood.
"Yes, pathetic indeed." Dawn said. "So let's end this now."
Scarlet was not shocked that Dawn had risen. After all for people like them, the mind and body worked on two different planes entirely. The body always listened to the mind. The climax wasn't so disappointing after all.
. . .
With only six minutes left, Dawn and Scarlet were beyond battered. They both had lost about two-thirds of their blood. They backed away from each other and then charged again.
It was a struggle as strong as the beginning even though their bodies desperately cried against it. After what seemed like a cross over of eternity and an instant, Dawn overpowered Scarlet and pinned to the floor. He promptly gave her an intense head butt and then proceeded to destroy her limbs and body. After destroying all her limbs a gong chimed through the hall. It was officially September 13th.
"Happy birthday bitch." he spat and stabbed the metal rod through her chest. He then began to limp away until a bullet was heard and he felt a sharp pain in his heart and fell with a thud. And the last thing he saw was Scarlet holding a gun and her eyes drifting closed with a smirk on her face.
Epilogue
Somewhere amongst the rubble in the 'Super Adventure Land', a butterfly pendant was wedged in the palm of a certain girl.
So this is what adults meant by life wasn't fair. She had had a relatively normal life. She was neither the prettiest nor the smartest but she was okay with that. Except right now, she couldn't even begin to fathom anything she could have done in this or any past life to deserve such a fate. How long had she been here under the rubble? She had overheard every twisted announcement from 'Scarlet'.
Right now, she could feel her sanity going on a crash course with no hope of return.
She heard a voice calling out to her as the heavy rubble was lifted from her. "Hey are you okay?" a kind police officer asked.
Did she look like it? She grabbed a ragged metal chunk and stabbed it through the man's neck. He gurgled and choked as he fell to the floor with eyes wide in complete shock.
Taylor had lost her sanity, seen that life was nothing but a farce created by Mother Nature. She had lost all touch with reality.
And it was all because of this messed up accident she went through at the tender age of fifteen.
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