You would have gotten this chapter yesterday if it wasn't for the fact that fanfiction was making it impossible to upload chapters. So if you want to complain. Blame fanfiction not me. Seriously I almost snapped and hurt the library computer. Which would have been bad. Oh so very very bad. Was Chloe's dad's name ever mentioned? Let me know, because I couldn't find it if it was.
DISCLAIMER: *Gym Class. I am talking to one of my few friends that are girls(I call her pixie)*
Me: I want to be IT!
Pixie: I don't.
Me: But I want to poke people.
Pixie: So poke, you're out! Poke again you're out! Poke. Poke. Poke.
*Teacher says that I am on the side that isn't IT.*
Me: But I wanted to poke people. *Pokes pixie*
Pixie: AHEFR!
*People look at us and I point at her. Everyone turns back to what they were doing and I poke her again*
Me: *Whispers* I don't own Darkest Powers. It belongs to Kelley Armstrong.
Pixie: Did you say something?
Me: Yes. POKE!
*Pixie runs away*
Chloe's Point of View:
The following morning we were all told to meet in the library to discuss what to do next, with the exception of Sophie and Kaeden.
"Bailey, what do you think about The Edison Group's building?" Andrew asked.
"My personal opinion or my professional opinion?" Bailey asked.
"Personal." Andrew said.
"We are so screwed." Bailey said.
"And your professional opinion?" I asked.
She thought about it for a second and said, "Yeah, we are so screwed."
"Why?" Dain asked.
"There are a lot of supernaturals working there, at all times and—" Bailey started.
"—there are about seven floors, I like the windows though, they are stained glass." Rae finished and Bailey nodded.
"I know right. They are so fun, and are huge. Kind of like a church, without the stained glass window portraits of a saint." Bailey said. "Just plain old colours, yet still pretty."
"How many supernaturals?" Derek asked, interrupting.
"At least four supernaturals on each floor, except for two floors which nobody is told to be on at all times, just to check for anything out of the ordinary for a few minutes at most. I broke into some records to check." Bailey said.
"So two floors don't have anyone specifically assigned to them?" Ricky asked, stating what she'd just told us.
"Yes." Bailey replied.
"Well it makes sense that the basement wouldn't have anyone guarding it, but after our little portal creation we shouldn't count on it being empty again." Dain said. "What floor is the other one that doesn't have anyone on it?"
"Noted. The floor that doesn't have anyone told to guard it is partially entrance and partially some type of lab." Bailey said.
"What do you mean by lab?" Derek asked.
Derek was probably wondering if this was the lab where he was raised up until Simon's dad took him away.
"I mean that it has a total hospital/school set-up. There is a classroom, a playroom, a small high-fenced outside area, and a clean bedroom area with four beds set up there. It all looks like it hasn't been in use for a while though." Bailey said.
"Was there a sandbox that has its upper left corner of the wood not there, as if it was ripped out?" Derek asked.
"Yeah… why?" Bailey asked, unsure.
"It hasn't been in use for a little under 11 years." Derek said. "It was where I was… raised."
Things were silent until Tori then spoke. Trust her to break the silence.
"So what do we do? If there are at least twenty supernaturals in the building at all times we are seriously outnumbered, and we can't bring Kaeden or Sophie because they're too young." Tori said.
"If we plan ourselves out in accordance with type of supernatural and the building's natural design we have a better chance." Dain said.
Natural design? Why?
"We'll have to stay across from windows." Derek said.
"But have someone from the Edison Group against them." Dain said.
"What the hell?" Johnny asked.
Derek and Dain ignored him and both started planning.
"If they are against the windows it's better, they are cornered, and if they move back they go through the windows to their death below, or injuries below. Both of which work very well." Derek said.
"Though we will have to make sure not to fall out ourselves, and along with that make sure that when they fall they get knocked out cold, because it would suck to have one of them come up behind you and kick your ass right when you least expect it." Dain said.
"Good point. We can also use stairs and elevators to our advantage. Tori is good at hacking so she might be able to hack into their system and destroy any alarms they may have." Derek said.
"So we just need to find a way to match their powers with ours in an exact opposite fashion." Dain said.
"Why? Wouldn't it make more sense if we fought those with the same powers that we have?" Anne asked.
"No, because you would be equally matched. No person would have the upper hand." Derek said.
"But if we matched Derek's strength with someone who was physically weaker, and had powers that he could dodge faster than he could get hit, he has a better chance. If we matched Rae with someone that can create plants or cause them to grow at alarming rates she could burn the freaky mutant plants." Dain said.
"Who would I get to fight?" I asked.
"Ghosts." Dain said.
"What?" I asked.
"If Liz is willing to help us, there are probably ghosts on their side too. You'll need to find them and banish them to their afterlife or just gone. So you will have to research that." Dain said.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"Anything that is too dangerous. I can come back from the dead, so if I die twenty times it's fine." Dain said.
"So you are willing to be completely scarred and be in pain for the entire fight?" Sierra asked.
"If I have to be, and I don't want us to raise zombies, so yes." Dain said.
"Are we really going to… kill them?" Simon asked.
"Some of them are going to die most likely, but if you don't want to kill them you don't have to. Just knock them out and I will do it for you." Caleb said.
"Caleb…" Tara started.
"I am giving them a choice. If you don't want to kill someone you don't have to." Caleb said.
Tara gave him a look that clearly said that they would be talking about this later.
"What are the other floors like?" I asked.
"The third floor consists of two offices, that camera guy's stalker station, and some now empty bedrooms. The fourth floor consists of offices. The fifth floor is a wide open space that looks like a power practicing area. There are targets, dummies, and other practice material." Bailey said.
"The sixth and seventh floor?" I asked.
"The sixth is once again a plain and wide open space, except it is completely empty. So empty that you could probably hear your own breathing echo off the walls. There is an elevator at the far end of the room that leads up to the seventh floor, which I do not know what the seventh floor is like because as I stepped into the elevator I was immediately thrown out and Diane showed up." Bailey said.
"What about the people that work for The Edison Group that won't be there?" I asked.
"They will most likely get called in at some point, and if enough of the group… falls apart then the people left won't be able to do much and will just move on." Tara said. "Most people aren't loyal to this type of group, and if we gather the leaders and take care of them then we will be okay."
"When will this take place?" I asked.
"In a few days. We have to get the details sorted out, but we have our strategy, and we have the general idea of how the place looks and the set up of the people. Something that you all should do is research about anything that could be of some help." Tara said.
We discussed what floor we should be on and when, what people we should or shouldn't fight, and the best way to get there for another half an hour and then we all started to break apart to try to find something helpful to do.
"Chloe? Derek?" Dain called as we were leaving.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"There was something I heard when I was at the Edison Group's building." Dain said.
"What?" I asked.
"It was some voice. She told me things and helped me." Dain said.
The demi-demon. Crap! Why didn't I think about this before he went there? Now Derek is going to know about this and that I didn't tell him. Crap! Crap! Crap!
"The voice asked me to research something for it…" Dain said.
"Chloe knows something." Derek said.
"N-N-No I don't." I said, but the stutter gave away the lie.
Dain and Derek both crossed their arms and frowned at me, they looked almost identical when they did this.
I caved after less than five seconds under their impenetrable gaze. I told them all about the demi-demon, what she said about everyone, and that she wanted me to free her. It took me exactly 9 minutes and 17 seconds to tell them everything. I knew this because every second that passed both of them reacted worse than the second before. Derek was angry and a little hurt that I didn't tell him and Dain was angry that I didn't mention this before he went through the portal.
"So what did the trapped demi-demon want?" I asked.
"She said that she expects to be freed the next time we meet and that I should research ancient blood contracts." Dain said.
"So we research it." Derek said.
"What? Since when should we listen to trapped demons that want to be free?" I asked.
"If she wants freedom she will do whatever it takes to get free, she is helping because she needs us to help her. I say we research it, if only to be more prepared when she next shows up." Derek said.
"So where do we look?" I asked.
"In necromancer books, if she is only appearing to necromancers that is where we will likely be able to find what we need." Derek said.
Dain and I nodded. The three of us started searching the necromancer section for anything helpful but we couldn't find anything and after a while Derek and I gave up, but Dain kept searching.
"The demon was lying then." I said.
"It makes no sense. Why lie about something now? Why not lie earlier when it would have mattered a lot more because now we know everything she told us." Derek said.
"Found something... I think." Dain said from behind a shelf.
"What?" I asked.
He pulled out an old leather journal and threw it on the table.
Derek and I looked through the journal and I couldn't understand what it was but it freaked me out. The writings were written in a different language but that wasn't what scared me, it was the pictures. The pictures were terrifying. At the beginning of the journal there were the hand drawn pictures of dead people. Children, women, and men. Demons in cages, three people and a demon dying, and an innocent baby. As we continued through the journal the drawings turned into a live person that had a hand with black writing burned into their flesh standing next to a demon that had their hand burned with red writing. A few more page turns and the drawings showed that the writing faded off the human but turned into scars on the demon. I looked through a few more pages and saw that the person was actually a necromancer and that they had raised the demon. I looked at the second last page and saw that the demon was in an entire room of people but didn't harm a single one. The last page showed the same drawn picture as the beginning.
"What is this?" I asked.
"It's a story about demons and necromancers." Dain said.
"How do you know?" Derek asked.
"The language is in old latin." Dain said.
"You speak latin?" I asked.
"I can read and understand it, but I don't know how to speak it." Dain said.
"So what does the story say?" I asked.
"I will modernize this a little." Dain said.
"Demons once roamed the earth freely, they feed on others pain and misery. Caused chaos because they needed it, killed many innocent people because they needed to for their survival. Unsure of what to do, necromancers trapped many demons in a prison of sorts-but not all. They could communicate with this world but could not cause serious physical damage. It was thought to be the perfect plan until a demon was freed. The demon was angry at being trapped and starting killing necromancers as revenge. Three of the most powerful necromancers of that time sacrificed themselves in order to kill the demon. The damage was done though, many necromancer lines died out. Then a baby was born, a baby that would change how things were done. The baby grew to find demons fascinating. Once he grew up he came into his necromancer powers he found a trapped demon. The demon had powers that could control the will of all demons, the demon whispered about creating a blood oath. That if a necromancer cut the palm of their left hand and wrote with their blood on any surface of their intentions of freeing the demon they would half-free the demon and the demon would become a physical being again but be powerless. Then the demon would cut into the palm of their right hand as would the necromancer and they would join hands, the necromancer would have to be clear of the rules in their mind. Do not kill those that are innocent, do not harm those that are innocent, and any other rule that they thought fitting. The necromancer only briefly had demon blood in their system, but the demon was always reminded about the oath. It was made a law to the demons. Those under oath did not harm if that was what the oath did. The necromancers took this for granted, however. The original oaths were done correctly, but as they became more comfortable with their lives it all started slipping. Many rules had to be put in place to keep others safe. One rule was forgotten, then another, until it all fell apart. Nobody was thinking about the proper ways to set rules. The rules were not specific enough, the demons were able to get around the laws. Blood oaths would not be practiced again, until a necromancer could make an oath that could help us all." Dain said.
"If we make the oath contract thing specific enough maybe—" I started.
"NO." Derek and Dain said.
"Why? If we make it specific enou—" I tried again.
"No. It is a risk, and it has to be done with a clear mind. One that understands fully how to do it. If there is anything you should have learned it is not to be ignorant." Derek said.
"But—" I said.
"NO." Derek said.
"What if—" I tried again.
"NO." Dain said.
"Fine." I said and stormed out.
Maybe they were right.
I didn't even know why I wanted the demon freed. I just want help. I just think that one more person or demon fighting with us and against them wasn't so bad. I didn't want to lose my friends. I had grown to love everyone here. Even pain in the ass Tori, and if anyone else died. I don't think I'd survive it.
As I was walking I heard some noise coming from Tara's room so I walked in to check on her and saw both Tara and Caleb kissing, and they were pretty deep into it considering Caleb didn't even stop to look at me.
Oh how it must feel to be Simon...
So I did something that Simon should have when he walked in on people.
Turn around, lock the door, get out, shut the door, and walk away. The five steps to strange things to walk in on.
I saw Derek as soon as I was out of Tara's room watching me from a few feet away.
"Why didn't you warn me?" I asked.
"It's cute... You're never too old for love." Derek said.
"Of course, because Caleb is going to have grey hair and be wrinkly tomorrow." I said.
"No. But in thirty years he will be." Derek said.
"Come on wolfy. You shouldn't stalk the new couple." I said.
"I am not Simon. I don't stalk. I just listen... intensely."
"Listen intensely elsewhere." I said.
"In one second." Derek said. We waited a second. "Okay we can leave."
"Why a second?" I asked.
"Caleb just said he loves her." Derek said.
My response: I kicked him.
Anybody else like Caleb's little surprise in this chapter? Oh by the way, next chapter stars Kit. Yes indeed, Derek and Simon's father... enjoy the wait :)