Chapter 7: It's Doomsday, It's Doomsday

"Shhh... Yumi whatever you do don't make a noise." Ulrich said to Yumi as he helped her put her shirt back on over the loud popping sounds and screams. Something bad was sure as hell going on out there, and he wanted none of it.

Moments went by, eventually the last of the final screams where silence. Ulrich grew numb with fear, what was it out there that had silence a club that a few minutes ago was blasting with hard rock music?

He didn't want to know he decided, and shut the stall door. Locking himself into a nice little safe room with his girlfriend who might of been just as afraid if it weren't for the fact she was still pretty out of it.

"Ulrich..." She whispered, but he shushed her and then held his hand over her mouth. He didn't want to risk getting caught by whatever was out there.

He heard the door to the bathroom swing open and heavy slow footsteps walk across the shattered mirror. The faucet turned on for but a moment, and he heard the sounds of hands being feverishly washed together.

Ulrich held his breath, Dave turned off the faucet and turned to leave walking slowly all the way to the bathroom door.

He paused and swung around and walked back,

...Back towards the last stall.

Ulrich's heart was jumping out of his chest, the man behind the door had most likely just killed all the people in the club. If they got caught they surly would find the same fate. Quickly Ulrich pulled his and Yumi's feet up from the floor and on to the toilet.

Dave bent down... And picked up a comb someone carelessly left on the floor. He ran it threw his hair as he looked in what was left of the mirror.

Curiosity at this point was threatening to kill the cat, Ulrich suddenly felt a powerful urge to see what this man looked like. Maybe he could help the cops catch him later, so against his better judgment he peaked his head over the stall as discreetly as possibly.

The first thing he saw was the eyes on this giant man, and that was all he needed to see as he came back down.

"Xana..." he mouthed.

Dave put the comb in his coat pocket and walked out.

Jeremy meanwhile, was lying awake in bed. Today was awesome, simply awesome. He had French kissed Aelita.

"Yea... I'm awesome." He said smiling, replaying it over and over in his mind. It was even better than the first kissed he and Aelita shared.

His mind was racing now, planning out his future. They would get married, and have a daughter they would name Amy. The house they would over would be two stories, white with blue shingles on the windows and a white picket fence.

It would be heaven.

"BBBBBZZZZZZZZZ! Rackah Rackah!" His cell went on his computer disc. He jumped right up and flipped it open.

"Hello" He said, sleepily but cheerful.

"Oh my god... Jeremy, it's Ulrich. We got a... shit... A bit of a problem her on our hands." Ulrich responded at the other end.

"Xana?"

"Yeah, and... Well... he's possed some muscle bound dude and the entire club... Jeremy it seems like everyone in here with the exception of the band is dead! He shot and killed every single one of these poor innocent people... And William, shot him right in the chest. Good riddance." Ulrich said coldly.

"Good riddance! Ulrich!"

"When you see Yumi you'll understand..." He paused, composing himself "Anyway you better get Odd and Aelita over to the factory. I bet Xana shot this place up because he figured we were in here and now he's going to come after you."

"Gotcha, I'll get in touch with them and well meet you at the factory." Jeremy said, ending the call.

Warmth. Safety. Love. Aelita felt all these things as she laid in a half slumber next Odd in their cocoon of sin. She felt fully filled, like the kiss and everything that had happened afterwards had breathed new life into her.

At the same time, she felt horrible. Or at least that was her conscious' feelings anyway, what had she done? She had just totally cheated on Jeremy by every meaning of the word! She had slept with his friend! What was she going to do? She couldn't tell him, heaven's no. It crush him, absolutely devastate him! To have him rescue her from her virtual hell only to have her stab him in the back?

What was she going to do?

What pretale what was he going to do, was the questioning burning in Odd's mind as he rested. He just stabbed his best friend in the back and completely messed up the entire group dynamics or pairings do to this spontaneous act of lust. What's worse was that he knew after tonight it couldn't continue, despite how much he had fully enjoyed it. Despite how Aelita's subtle innocent-like desire to become a total whore had made the best physical action he had at Kadic thus far (and probably ever would), he just couldn't let it happen ever again.

Not for the fact it would be wrong for stabbing Jeremy in the back, Odd felt bad for that but he'd gladly go into this with Aelita again if that was the problem. But the problem was in fact that with the exception of the 5 of them, everyone else at the school believed in the lie that he and Aelita were cousins. That was the big problem.

God that was pissing him off now. Why did he have to have suggested she play the role of HIS family member? Why couldn't of Ulrich have offered? Or Yumi for that matter? Sure Aelita looked no where near Japanese but still! Then this situation would be as difficult for himself than it was.

However for now that wasn't a problem, for now he could enjoy the simple bliss of laying in bed with her and playing with her pink strands of hair. Aelita relented in her own thoughts as well. For now it was useless thinking about what had happened, instead she might as well relish in the bed she made for herself.

"Odd?" She whispered into the darkness.

"Yea Princess?" He said, twirling her hair around her finger, before she pulled her head away and turned towards him.

"Kiss me." She said, lightly pecking him on the lips once... Then again... And they where once back in Paris, their tongues doing their little dirty dance.

"I don't want this night to end." Odd whispered between the kisses, and they began to reenact their deed from before. His hand exploring her outer thigh area and head towards her back.

"BBBBBBBBBBBZZZZZZZZZKKKKKKK!" Aelita's cell phone buzzed inside her dress pocket, that was thrown across the floor where she had thrown it.

Solemnly, she got up out of the bed and answered it.

"Hello?...Oh Jeremy Hi" She said rather shocked and embarrassed "No nothings wrong... Really..." She said distantly "Is Xana attacking? ...What! He's actually hurt people? Killed! Oh my God."

"Killed? Jesus fucking Christ." Odd whispered

"All right... I'll go wake Odd and we'll meet you at the factory... No really Jeremy, we'll meet you there okay? No need for you to wait for us when you need to get the scanners warmed up. Okay love you, bye." She finished the convo, closing her phone and beginning the process of putting her dress back on.

"Is he coming down this way?" Odd asked, pulling on his pants.

"No, he's going to meet us there..." She pulled her dress over her ears, then turned to a now half-naked Odd and walked up to him. She embraced him, getting one last good kiss before stepping back.

"Odd... We can't ever... Have this happen-" She began to force out, but he held up his hand.

"I know, never again. This will be just our little secret Princess, I promise." He bent over and threw on his shirt.