Runaways
It's Chapter 13. I really have nothing to say. Again. Oh yeah, thx erickdragon101 & Heiduska 4 your reviews. That's about it as of right now. 11/10/05... 42 jours plus jusqu'a Noel. Oops, french, sorry.
Chapter 13: Out of Mind
There were three vehicles driving down the forested road: a silver Honda Civic, a black Porsche with a realistic flame design on the hood, and a blue van with a symbol that looked like a raccoon face on the front.
Melody was letting Jade drive her Porsche, because, as Violet put it, "No offence, but you suck at driving." Jade was in the driver's seat, Melody in the passenger, Violet and Kuma in the back. Kuma was playing his PSP with the headphones on again, so he was in his own little world, not listening to anyone. Jade could've maybe heard what he was playing if Melody turned down her MP3, which sounded like it was at a volume normally reserved for movie theaters and jet takeoffs.
In the Civic, David was in the back, hunched over his laptop, answering the occasional question that came from Amy, who was next to him. Jay was driving, and Darren was asleep. How the hell he could sleep when he knew that they were diving straight toward a cabin with an insane murderer was beyond David. He was a little on edge.
In the van, everything was quiet. Bentley was in the back, typing on his computer, Murray was driving, and Sly was staring out the window, not really seeing anything, absorbed in his own thoughts.
There was still five minutes worth of driving left as the vehicles turned onto the dirt road leading to where Jenny's car was parked.
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Carmelita slowly came back into consciousness, opening her eyes slightly. She shut them quickly.
She was lying on an uncomfortable cot in what looked like a prison cell. The walls were spread over with mold, and the floor had a carpet of dirt and debris on it. The single light was flickering randomly, giving her a headache. Where the hell was she?
Carmelita got up, walked over to the door. It had barred windows, and as she quickly found out, was unlocked. She walked out of the cell.
The hall was even worse than the cell, as besides the moldy walls and filthy floor and the flickering, greenish-bright halogen lights barely lighting the place, the walls were covered in graffiti.
Very disturbing graffiti. Skulls, gaping wounds, several hieroglyphic circles identical to the on that had started the rain of blood in her office, and messages. A lot of messages. Nobody cares, in particular, was the most common one. Somebody was very troubled, for sure.
Halfway down this hall, a piece of paper from a small book, maybe a diary, was lying on the ground. Carmelita picked it up, but it was impossible to read in the poor lighting; all she could see was the signature J.A. She put it in her coat pocket, and kept going. She'd read it later, after she knew where she was.
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"Will you turn that down?" yelled Violet, finally getting Melody's attention. She paused the song she was listening to, "Darkness" by Peter Gabriel. "What?"
"Turn it dow- "
"Nevermind, we're hear." said Jade. "Wake Kuma up."
"Sure." said Violet. She punched him in the arm, abruptly bringing Kuma out of his game.
"Wadda you want?" he asked. He didn't sound happy about the punch in the arm.
"We're here. So get your face out of that game." With that, Violet left the car, checking that her weapon. The dual-barreled pistol in her bookbag that she was carrying had a full clip. Good.
She'd need it.
Violet saw Melody, Jay, and Cooper all slip into the decrepit cabin. Nobody else was out of their cars yet. She followed them in.
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Carmelita had found a staircase, but it only led down. Although she was willing to bet the cells (one of which had what was left of a wanted drug dealer, Shirley Thompson) were a little more securely guarded than what she'd seen so far, the stairs were the only way out, and there were no guards.
Still, she hesitated. The images of the slashed bodies of all J.A.'s victims suddenly came into her head. That was why those initials seemed familiar; her headache was keeping her from thinking well.
By the time she got to the bottom of the stairs, Carmelita was wondering if she was walking into a trap. Who would leave a cell door unlocked if there was a prisoner inside if they didn't want them to escape?
She was in another hallway, much cleaner, only covered in dust this time, and with fully functional lights. Her headache was already starting to clear up.
Carmelita remembered the slip of paper in her pocket. She took it out. What was written on there distracted her from her current predicament.
I think something's happening to me. Last night I woke up to find my clothes covered in blood, and a huge bruise on my arm, and I have no idea where they came from. It's not the only time this has happened, though. Sometimes I black out, and when I come to, I'm always back at my home, with bloody clothes. Once I found a knife in my hand when I came around. I'm starting to hear some voice in the back of my head telling me to hurt people.
This is scaring me.
Carmelita dropped the page. What did happen to J.A.? The voices in her head part was what she found the creepiest. Why didn't she go to therapy beforethings went this far?
A sound brought Carmelita back to reality. There was someone upstairs.
The person was screaming.
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Melody, Jay, and Sly had split up when they had entered the place, each following one of the three trails of footprints in the dust on the floor. When Violet had come in, she followed the same path as Sly had gone down.
The trail Melody was following had lead to a living room. Boarded-up fireplace, overstuffed chairs with slashes in them, and a couch facing an old miniature TV, all covered in dust. The lights were off, so the room was lit only by the moonlight coming in the two windows.
The TV was what caught Melody's attention. The screen was divided into four sections, all showing a grainy, black-and-white view from different security cameras. One showed Jay going down a corridor, glancing into each room, gun ready. One showed some twenty-something vixen in a trenchcoat, sleeveless t-shirt and jeans trying to find her way out of a maze-like bunch of halls. Another showed Violet, following Cooper. The other was just hissing static.
Melody heard a dripping sound. She looked up to see that damned hieroglyph circle thing drawing itself on the wall behind the television.
The glass on the TV distorted, then an arm made of glass shot out and grabbed her arm. She screamed.
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All the doors that Carmelita had tried to open so far were locked. It was frustrating to be stuck in a maze of the same dusty corridors.
Carmelita stopped. She heard someone crying behind one of the doors around the corner. She ran toward the noise, and knocked on the door it seemed to be coming behind.
The crying stopped. An anxious voice said, "Go away before something happens. I don't want to hurt anyone."
Carmelita backed away from the door, then took a running slam into it, breaking the single lock, smashing the door open.
The room was completely empty. Nobody was in sight. Then Carmelita heard a faint noise as someone tried to pull themself farther into a corner of the room she couldn't see. Carmelita turned to see Jenny Arden huddled in the corner, looking terrified.
"Please leave. Please." said Jenny. "I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Then why are you killing people?"
"I don't want to... I black out and next thing I know, I'm at home and someone's dead. I'm scaring myself, and I can't stop it." Then her eyes went red, and her voice changed. "But I'll stop you."
She pulled out a gun. Carmelita noticed that it was her shock pistol in the split second before it went off, blowing a fist-sized hole in the wall next to her head. She bolted.
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Melody was now fighting with the glass arm coming out of the TV, struggling to break its grip on her arm.
It wasn't going well; the thing was tightening its hold on her arm. It felt like her arm might break.
The air in the room suddenly went cold, dropping by around 10 degrees Celsius. The hieroglyph turned into ice and shattered; the arm let go of her and was pulled, desperately attempting to grab a hold of something to stop it, back into the TV screen, which went back to normal.
Melody heard the sound of something rapidly freezing, and saw the windows were now covered over with ice. A large shadow shaped like a dragon fell across the glass, blotting out the light. Melody heard the breathing of something big. She ran the hell out of the room, and went down the same trail Jay had gone down.
Had she known what was happening to both him, as well as Violet and Sly, she probably would have gone out the door instead.
And there is Chapter 13. Lucky number 13. Please review this.