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Chapter 3
Samantha tossed everywhere on her bed. Peter had brought her to the great palace, but the visions had returned. She tried not to scream, but it was true - whatever she saw, happened. Her only question was why did Peter care for her when she was a killer?
Samantha closed her eyes shut, trying not to open them. She shivered violently, just trying to kept those creatures out. Samantha opened her eyes. Nothing was there. She climbed out of bed, but she could not see anything. Samantha looked through her bracelet ; still nothing. Where were the demons?
Samantha found the window, and stared down ; it was a long way down. Her black hair covered her face, then her skin stared going green. Her nails turned old black, with eye pockets drooping down. She transformed slowly, into one of those things - into a creature. She hissed, and walked out the door. Her eyes were completely black, making her look like the grudge.
She placed her finger nails on the wall and walked. It was humanly impossible to scrape cement off with only fingernails, but Samantha did it. Her trails covered the walls, and floors. Samantha was now part of the "undead".
She then stared to climb the walls, then to the ceiling. She stuck on, easily. Samantha hissed once more, and headed to the throne room.
Empty.
Samantha walked into the darkness, and found the guard sleeping. She hissed once, and the guard woke up. "Aah! Who's there? Show yourself!"
"I'm right over here…" Samantha hissed. He had startled shocks, then tried to strike anywhere. Samantha grabbed his throat, and squeezed it. "You're going to regret anything you've done good."
"W-what have I d-done g-good?" He asked, nervously. "Protecting that s-stupid king." Samantha hissed. He shivered by the feeling of her hand. It was so clammy, so damp. All of a sudden, the light turned on, and Samantha screamed of pain. She let go of the guard, and started to cover her eyes.
The guard gasped by the look of that demon. She hissed, but then Samantha collapsed and turned back to her normal self.
Many security had rounded her off, while Peter walked between them. "She tried to kill me!" The guard screamed. Samantha looked at her hands - the insignia was on there. She gasped, then looked at the furious Peter. His arms were crossed, while tapping his fingers - he was looking for an explanation. "You have every right to be mad at me, but I didn't do it!" Samantha yelled.
Peter sighed. "I can't believe you this time, Sam." Samantha frowned. "Then why did you believe me when I told you those demons possessed me, and they killed my parent?"
Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm not believing you this time. You tried to kill him." "And you believe him, why? You didn't see it with your own eyes. You didn't see me. You didn't see why I'm here! YOU STUPID IDIOT! WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME!" Samantha rose her voice.
Peter crossed his arms again. "I saw you, alright. I watched it. I heard. I turned on the lights. The moment I turned on the lights, you were grabbing that man's neck."
"If you saw me, then describe how I looked like." Samantha taunted. "Green skin, black eyes, old finger nails, and all of that combined, you looked like a demon. I should of never trusted you. You saw demons because you are one."
Samantha gasped. "I'm not a demon! You know that!" Peter made a fist. "I know very well that I cannot trust you." Samantha formed tears. "I now know why your siblings hate you."
Peter walked towards her, and grabbed her arm. "They said nothing."
Samantha shook her head. "You're the one they hate. You don't trust. WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU SO I CAN TELL YOU MY SECRET?" Peter frowned deeper. He looked at her bracelet, trying to see if those creatures were looking at them. "You're not screaming," He told her. "Yes, I know. I'm not telling you if they're there anymore."
Peter was furious, then had strunken her on the cheek. Samantha's head was tilted, and she didn't move. Samantha touched her cheek ; it stung so badly.
Why did he do this to me? I thought I could trust him, but I can't. He's another backstabber.
Samantha formed tears. Peter finally let go of her arm, and told the guard to go. Peter left, without looking back.
This was betrayal.