THE DEMON TRAYLEN FILES

by BizarrePineapple15

Chapter 10: THE DIVA THAT IS VIVA

I prowled the corridors of Elm Tree House angrily, searching for one person who I knew was the cause of my anger. In my hands was a yellow file, with my name – Demon Traylen – written on it on a sticky label. A paper file with a sticky label on was making me exceptionally angry. Or rather, the person who I knew had written what was inside the paper file, was making me exceptionally angry. I was out for Gina Conway's blood.

I found her in the kitchen, chopping up orange peppers, smiling and humming as she did, her beaded necklace dangling over her golden patterned dress. I confronted her, and threw the file down in front of her, opened on a certain page.

"When were you planning to tell me this?" I asked. Gina surveyed the file nervously and then looked at me.

"Well, we got it wrong in the first place, Demon".

"You had me thinking that for absolute months and it wasn't even true! Call yourself a careworker!" I screamed, throwing a bottle of orange juice all over her. Then I grabbed some squirty cream and squirted it all over her head. She grimaced and I left, picking up the file. I remembered how it all had happened-:

I woke up and decided I needed to do a bit of file-reading. I decided my file was the best one to start off with, and I could sneak somebody else's file quick-sharp whenever I wanted to. So I pulled on my clothes silently and sneaked down the alarmingly creaky stairs to the office. I peered through the window and saw, to my amazement, that nobody was there. Not even Tracy, but she was probably late. I sneaked into the office, and took the filing cabinet keys from under Gina's pen-pot – where she always kept them, but us kids weren't supposed to know about that. I opened the filing cabinet, opened the second drawer down, where the files were, and found mine. Perfect. I opened it and found my yellow history file. I braced myself to read the information again: it was during a spate of file-reading that I first found out that my arch-enemy Johnny Taylor and his sister Tee Taylor were actually related to me. I flipped through the pages of the file and, sure enough, there it was, the information about the siblings that the careworkers had tried to hide from me. But then, underneath, there was something else-:

EDIT (10/2/12): It appears that we were wrong about this. The facts do not line up and there is no proof that Johnny and Tee Taylor are related to Demon and Siren Traylen. Signed, Gina Conway, February 2 2012.

They'd lied to me. They'd made me believe Johnny and Tee were my siblings when really, they weren't. I couldn't believe this. It just wasn't fair. I'd only between at Elm Tree House for two days and I'd already found this out. What more was to come? I decided to track down Gina.

I was really, really angry but at the same time, a bit relieved that I wasn't really related to Johnny and Tee because that would have been awkward. I decided to phone up Siren. I went to my room, tore the contents of the file into tiny pieces, and sat on my bed. I called Siren and waited for her to pick up. She didn't. Then came the annoying message in her voice:

"Hey-ya! Whassup! Siren Traylen here, too busy to talk to you losers right now, call back after the bee-ee-eep!" I decided not to leave a message. I could tell her all about it later. I put my phone in my pocket and walked out of my room to find something on the carpet that I hadn't noticed before. A trail of shampoo and chalk. It was covering the entire corridor in a foamy carpet, and snaked round a corner. I decided to follow it. It went round the corner and down the stairs, through to the kitchen. I opened the kitchen door and saw that it went outside. Not the door, the trail. I followed it round the garden to a massive tree. Viva was behind it.

"Um... what are you doing here?"

"Waiting," she replied.

"For what?"

"You".

"I'm not in the mood for jokes".

"No seriously. I mean, now that you've broken up with Lily... you might want to consider... somebody else..."

I could see what was coming so I decided to just walk away from Viva. I walked back away, to the front of the house. But then I heard a loud knocking coming from the left of the house. I decided to see what it was, so I walked to the left of the house and found the cause of the knocking: Elektra was locked in the quiet room! I decided there were two options: help out my friend, or laugh at her. I thought it would be best to do both, so I laughed in her face, but then I decided maybe it was better to help her out. I walked through the door of the house and veered to the left. I decided not to pick the lock, so boring, so I thought bashing the door down would be the best option. Why not cause some chaos on my third day back? I sneaked down the stairs to the basement, and navigated my way round to the shelf with Mike's toolbox on it. I opened it carefully and found a nice, heavy hammer. Perfect. I slowly tiptoed up the stairs again, shut the door and set to work on the quiet room door, bashing it down as hard as I could. Nobody was about, so I could have some real fun. I bashed it loads and loads of times and eventually a panel bashed out of the bottom of the door. Elektra was a big girl, so I needed to bash out another panel, and the bit separating the panels, so I bashed that down too and Elektra scrambled out of the quiet room.

"Thanks Demon," she smiled. "Can I borrow that hammer?" she added. I nodded and handed it to her. She decided to bash down the rest of the door, so I left her to do that happily, but not before I asked a quick question.

"Why were you in there?"

"Oh. Um... go to Johnny's room and you might find out".

"Wicked," I smiled and decided to take a tour of his room, so I went up the stairs and veered to the left to find his room. It had been painted recently, by the looks of it. The blue paint looked new. Well, now it looked ancient. It looked like Elektra had gone to the trouble of scooping up Viva's trail of shampoo and chalk and she seemed to have added to that a massive bottle of Coke, fizzed up and spilt all over the floor. I smiled, and ran back downstairs to find Elektra bashing down the quiet room door, Mike trying to stop her and gibbering.

"Elektra, you are awesome!" I shouted.

"Partners in crime, Demon, partners in crime," she replied, finally finishing her handiwork on the door. She had left nothing there, and the entire door had fallen to the floor, wrecked. Then a boy of about Elektra's age walked through the door. He had spiky black hair and a black leather jacket, and he walked up to Elektra and hugged her.

"Ooh, has Elektra got a boyfriend?" I teased. Elektra maybe took this the wrong way, and decided to tear my guts out. Fun! I ran up the stairs and she followed, screaming and swearing. I veered left and she veered right, hitting her head on the wall. "Elektra's got a boyfriend!" I sang as she chased me through the house angrily. "Yeah, well at least Viva's not got a thing for me!" she retaliated. "Funny!" I said sarcastically as she chased me back down the stairs. I ran through the door and out in the garden to find that she'd given up chasing me. As I carried on walking through the garden, I saw Brandon sitting in a tree.

He was seven years old and his surname was Gold. He was just like Harry in personality, fun and bubbly. But he'd apparently been feeling left out. It was just a little thing, but apparently it was building up inside him. Not my business, I decided. Maybe I should have helped out. But for now, it was a no-no. Any hope of me helping Brandon was dead.

And so, it appeared, was the quiet room door.

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