Valves Of Vengeance
Chapter 11- Monster in the Mirror
By Kim
Edwin smiled a twisted, sadistic smile at the horns. His trademark smile that sent shivers down their spines. His soulless eyes that ate their souls and drank their blood pierced their skin, ripped apart their veins. And they stood, like a deer in the headlights. Edwin was having a field day. Take out the leader first-
"Excuse me; can you direct me towards the band room?" A frail voice squeaked from behind. Edwin cringed at it. It can't be… Meddling, meddling Holst!
"DON'T TOUCH THEM!" Holst wheezed upon recognizing Edwin's horribly mangled hands. Edwin paid no mind to him. His eyes were still set on his prey.
The horns looked hopefully at Holst, inside they all knew they were done for, an old, ailing man couldn't save them from the terror that faced them.
Edwin struck.
He got Eric in the temple with his mellophone hand, knocking him to his knees. Eric however came back with a blow to Edwin's ribs. Edwin winced in pain and swung his hand in another direction, flailing, enraged to hit someone. And he succeeded. He got Julia square between the eyes (she was rather short). However, this was not enough for him. He reached into his shoe and pulled out a pocket knife. Fortunately he was caught off guard by Eric and Jason, who threw themselves onto him, trying to hurt him in any way they could. Julia shakily got to her feet and saw Holst standing there, wide-eyed. Why isn't he helping? Her mind cried. Suddenly… her mind stopped crying. Her back screamed. While staring at Holst, lost in wonderment, Edwin had managed to get the knife into her.
As if in slow motion, she fell… Sinking into the cold abyss known as death.
Holst did nothing… He just stared.
A gunshot rang out.
Everyone's gaze turned to Sam and the fifth member of the Live Horn Society, Floogs (He played flugelhorn, but he was accepted by the horns anyway). Sam aimed his pistol at Edwin. In a panic, Edwin threw Jason and Eric off of him and ran.
Sam then gave chase on foot, leaving the horns and Holst behind. His mind was set on one thing. Revenge.
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Lorelei dried her eyes and made her way back to where she was being kept by Edwin. There was no point in getting in more trouble for being found missing. But then, she noticed something. On her way back she saw that there was a door hidden behind a shelf full of old dusty books. She grasped the rusted door knob and pulled on it. After three yanks, the door creaked open. The smell of perfume suddenly flooded Lorelei's senses. She entered the door and continued through the new cavern until she came to another door. She opened that door as well… then suddenly… she screamed.
It was a scream of relief! She was out! The door led to the dance room closet! She made her way through the sequined costumes and into civilization! Life at last!
"Oh my god." She gasped.
Staring back at her was a ghastly figure.
She was staring into the wall-sized mirror of the dance room.
But, was it really her?
Lorelei approached the mirror, shivering and shaking. She took her index finger and touched it. A sudden jolt of realization buzzed through her finger causing her to pull it back in recoil. She was the monster in the mirror.
Her face, her arms, everything scarred. Stitches ran down her face and across her brow. Her hair was long and matted. Her skin was pale and dress tattered. The only color visible on her was the smudged eye makeup that had been so painstakingly administered by the morgue's beautician. The dress she wore was the one she was to be buried in… She then saw that herself and Edwin were not so different…
In appearance at least.