Lizzie's POV
"Gordo, there is something incredibly wrong with...with... with what happened last night," Lizzie sighed, she had just relayed everything that had happened, over te phone to Gordo.
"Lizzie, you say you had dream and you woke up from it," he inquired.
"Yes but that doesn't mean anyth...--" she was cut off by Gordo,
"And then you say you went for a walk, whilst out on this walk you had an encounter with Sara and a...--" Lizie chose this moment to cut Gordo off.
"Don't even say it,"she said.
"Has it scared you? Are you traumatised?" he asked, sounding genuinley concerned, although speaking through the phone.
"That's the strange thing, I'm not traumatised, I'm pumped." her already big, round eyes were even larger as she said this, she went on, "It was the beggest rush I've ever had in my entire life Gordo, being that close to death. Things happening I didn't even know were possible. Gordo, if you had been there, you would know what I'm talking about."
Gordo was absalutley stunned by this. He had heard of this kind of thing happening before. A brush with death giving one a new perspective on life. But he was unable to believe this... story, whatever one would call it. It just seemed so unrealistic.
"Gordo, I have to go, I'm walking over to Miranda's to see how she feels." Lizzie held the phone between her chin and her ear whilst she did up the lid of the nail polish she had been aplying.
"Lizzie... I know why you're going, because it's dark. I just dont think that's a good idea. Sara saved your life last night but dont expect her to be there everytime you get into trouble." such a logical Gordo thing to say.
After hanging up Lizzie set off for Miranda's.
Sara's POV.
Last night could have been terrible. she thought. It could have been alot worse. Lizzie could have been killed. Sara was still unsure as to how Lizzie would react. she was quite nervous as how she was going to act aswell. say for instance she ran around blurting out what had happened. that would be bad. or if she started spreading rumors.
As she headed towards her destination she noticed a blonde, about two hundred metres infront of her. Just as she noticed her, she was attacked. Sara was there within seven seconds. She pulled him off... Lizzie! what a surprise, and killed him quite quickly. Not doubting for a second, who he was. she pulled Lizzie to her feet.
"Man, we gotta stop meeting like this," She said whilst doing it, "Are you alright"
Lizzie broke into a large grin, "I'm fine. So what are you doing out here?"
"Oh you know, trying to save the world, heading towards Venom*,"of course she was joking when she said she was trying to save the world But she was eading out towards Venom*. Venom* was the trendy place for teens between fourteen and eighteen went to chill out, dance, play pool, pick up or jus have fun with friends. Only Sara's reason for going there was much different. She was going to Venom* in hope of finding some badies who were after her, or just planning to kill tonight.
"Venom*? What are you doing there?" Lizzie was confused. Why would Sara go to Venom* on her own. It struck Lizzie as slightly odd.
"Oh you know, saving the world," again she was joking, but Lizzie nodded solemly.
"I'd like to come save the world with you," she said with all seriousnous.
Sara had a hard time not laughing, "Alright but first I'm gunna have to share with you a few basics!," she said snickering.
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Brett looked at his mate, Don. The two pretty blondes up on the balcony of the only teen nightclub in town looked pretty easy. He could have them both gonners in minutes if he wanted to. Don often had strange idea's.
"Which one is she?" Brett asked, leering up at the two girls.
Don tilted his head towards them, "The hotter one, she's been killing us for a while, a few months."
"Well what are we waiting for, there's two of them, one each. C'mon, how hard can two teenage girls be to kill, it'll be fun. And think of how happy *he* will be when we bring back two corpses, one of which that is very special to him, *he* plays favourites, don't he want to be a favourite, might gain some respec from thos who have been in the..." he paused, then added with a sneer, "...the business."
"Gordo, there is something incredibly wrong with...with... with what happened last night," Lizzie sighed, she had just relayed everything that had happened, over te phone to Gordo.
"Lizzie, you say you had dream and you woke up from it," he inquired.
"Yes but that doesn't mean anyth...--" she was cut off by Gordo,
"And then you say you went for a walk, whilst out on this walk you had an encounter with Sara and a...--" Lizie chose this moment to cut Gordo off.
"Don't even say it,"she said.
"Has it scared you? Are you traumatised?" he asked, sounding genuinley concerned, although speaking through the phone.
"That's the strange thing, I'm not traumatised, I'm pumped." her already big, round eyes were even larger as she said this, she went on, "It was the beggest rush I've ever had in my entire life Gordo, being that close to death. Things happening I didn't even know were possible. Gordo, if you had been there, you would know what I'm talking about."
Gordo was absalutley stunned by this. He had heard of this kind of thing happening before. A brush with death giving one a new perspective on life. But he was unable to believe this... story, whatever one would call it. It just seemed so unrealistic.
"Gordo, I have to go, I'm walking over to Miranda's to see how she feels." Lizzie held the phone between her chin and her ear whilst she did up the lid of the nail polish she had been aplying.
"Lizzie... I know why you're going, because it's dark. I just dont think that's a good idea. Sara saved your life last night but dont expect her to be there everytime you get into trouble." such a logical Gordo thing to say.
After hanging up Lizzie set off for Miranda's.
Sara's POV.
Last night could have been terrible. she thought. It could have been alot worse. Lizzie could have been killed. Sara was still unsure as to how Lizzie would react. she was quite nervous as how she was going to act aswell. say for instance she ran around blurting out what had happened. that would be bad. or if she started spreading rumors.
As she headed towards her destination she noticed a blonde, about two hundred metres infront of her. Just as she noticed her, she was attacked. Sara was there within seven seconds. She pulled him off... Lizzie! what a surprise, and killed him quite quickly. Not doubting for a second, who he was. she pulled Lizzie to her feet.
"Man, we gotta stop meeting like this," She said whilst doing it, "Are you alright"
Lizzie broke into a large grin, "I'm fine. So what are you doing out here?"
"Oh you know, trying to save the world, heading towards Venom*,"of course she was joking when she said she was trying to save the world But she was eading out towards Venom*. Venom* was the trendy place for teens between fourteen and eighteen went to chill out, dance, play pool, pick up or jus have fun with friends. Only Sara's reason for going there was much different. She was going to Venom* in hope of finding some badies who were after her, or just planning to kill tonight.
"Venom*? What are you doing there?" Lizzie was confused. Why would Sara go to Venom* on her own. It struck Lizzie as slightly odd.
"Oh you know, saving the world," again she was joking, but Lizzie nodded solemly.
"I'd like to come save the world with you," she said with all seriousnous.
Sara had a hard time not laughing, "Alright but first I'm gunna have to share with you a few basics!," she said snickering.
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Brett looked at his mate, Don. The two pretty blondes up on the balcony of the only teen nightclub in town looked pretty easy. He could have them both gonners in minutes if he wanted to. Don often had strange idea's.
"Which one is she?" Brett asked, leering up at the two girls.
Don tilted his head towards them, "The hotter one, she's been killing us for a while, a few months."
"Well what are we waiting for, there's two of them, one each. C'mon, how hard can two teenage girls be to kill, it'll be fun. And think of how happy *he* will be when we bring back two corpses, one of which that is very special to him, *he* plays favourites, don't he want to be a favourite, might gain some respec from thos who have been in the..." he paused, then added with a sneer, "...the business."