La Escorpia Lives

There's a time and place for everything…and everyone

Chapter Three: The video and the sighting

Tori picked up the videotape and looked it over. She quickly stuffed the packet and videotape into her bag and ran out to her home, checking out early. She sat in the middle of the floor in her apartment's living room and looked carefully through the files and information they had on the case. After a while, Tori went to the unlabelled black videotape. She slowly pushed it into her VCR and sat down on her coloured rug. She turned the TV on and then, with the remote, played the videotape.

~* The Video *~

The person holding the camera was running for their life. He or she turned around a bit and showed the woman with red fang earrings, brownish red hair, deep and dark evil red eyes, and ruby red lips—La Escorpia (Of course Tori didn't put two and two together to make four and the answer that La Escorpia was the experiment gone wrong. She does later). La Escorpia was quick as lighting, or so it seemed that way since she was close to the person holding the camera in a couple of seconds. She jumped the individual and dropped them to the ground, along with the camera. Screams were heard and in the picture it showed the person's shadow along with La Escorpia who was beating the innocent and torturing until the yelps died down. She left the person to rot and robbed their money—then she saw the camera and kicked it, and she shut it off by force.

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Tori blinked and she felt like she missed something from this video. This was the only good info on her assignment, and she wanted it to be a good show. After watching the video 3 to four times, she noticed that she knew the place that was happening at. "Bin-go," she exclaimed as she paused the tape. La Escorpia was blurred, but in the background, there was a red sign that read, "New York 'n' Queenz club". That club was in Rosebuilt alley, and near the Petal and Summer Death intersection.

Tori dropped the remote and threw on a pair of clothes and shoes. She grabbed her camera and threw that into her Nike backpack. She ran out the door grabbing her keys and cellular phone. She drove down to the quiet, black alley and stepped out of her car. It was silent--almost too silent to be a real place; more like a movie. Not a soul stirred in the darkness--except Tori, who bravely closed the door of her car and walked down the alley. This might as well have been the biggest mistake of her life.

As Tori walked down the aisle, the wind blew her hair back, and made her squint her eyes. The alley was narrow, but at least 3 people could walk side-to-side in there. Tori stopped abruptly; she thought she heard footsteps creeping behind hers. She turned around promptly and saw absolute nothingness. It must be my overactive imagination, Tori thought. She turned back around began to walk again. Her shoes squeaked, but she knew she heard footsteps--because she heard the clacking of heels.

She turned around again, quickly, and by mistake flung her book bag off her arm. "Oops," Tori said aloud, and went over and picked it up. Then Tori felt the cold feeling of being watched by eyes; two holes felt like they were burning in the back of her skull. The hair on the back of her neck bristled. She slowly took her camera out of her bag and turned around.

There she was...

Standing face-to-face...

With La Escorpia herself.