Disclaimer: The death thing is of the website Decomposition.
Chapter twenty-seven, Death
Death begins when the heart stops beating. Deprived of oxygen, a cascade of cellular death commences. It begins with brain cells and finishes with the skin cells. Death is therefore a process, rather than an event.
We are surrounded by death, every day we live with it, see it make it with our hands. But still nobody can understand it, we will never really no where we go how we got there or what happens to us in that time.
Death seems to cloak us, some places more that others places like The Watchers Council H.Q. It lingered in the air around the large building, you wouldn't have guessed it was so sinister just by looking at it, but it was one of the darkest places on earth only it was concealed by a lie.
On January 17th 2006, the following was recorded by Andrew (2nd in command)
A clear cascade of water can be seen on screen, its crystalline beauty reflects on the lens as it falls, silver and perfect into a gently trembling glass. A droplet falls over the rim trickling onto a red table clothe. The camera jolts and zooms out, making the water seem to judder precariously.
"What are you doing?" The sceptical voice of a seventeen year old girl comes from the sidelines. The camera whizzes round to face a red head with a cheery grin.
"Oh it's you Vi," says the man recording, "I'm making a documentary of life in T.W.C H.Q. to send to Giles."
"Great, as long as you don't distract my class again that's fine," says the red head. The camera zooms out onto a dozen or more young girls tapping their feet impatiently.
The camera then cuts to an overly crowded hallway, streams of giggling girls, pissed of girls, tired girls and girls punching at each other swarm past the camera obliviously, or maybe they just don't care.
One girl stops by the camera to pick up a book, she takes her time until her friend reminds her that even if some model agency does happen to come by it they probably wont even see her, only care about why thousands of girls are carrying weapons and doing flips.
The man filming laughs, and moves away to film a group of girls learning Ti Chi. They expertly kick and punch, lunging and darting it looks like a strange and ancient dance, perfected through the eyes of the camera.
The film zooms in on a crisp packet left abandoned on a coffee table, a pale hand reaches out and grabs one. There is then a shriek from behind the film and the camera jolts as a disgruntled girl hits him.
The film is black for a long time, when it appears it is looking over a chinese style river at a house in dusky light, the camera zooms over a blond girl smoking a cigarette under the bridge (the voice over tuts).
The film shows windy grounds, covered in leaves and in the middle of the large expanse of grass there is a silvery shadow, the camera zooms in but the shadow is gone.
January 20th 2006 8:45 p.m. Entry 1
A generous amount of bubbles surround me as I write this. The softening smells of camomile and ginger waft over the dimly lit bathroom, as I recline in the slippery bath.
My feet flex and I settle back against the bath pillow allowing my thoughts to flow through the pen. This is not my slayer diary (hmm I must remember to write in that) this is a new diary, just for me, so when I'm old I can remember every detail of how it felt to be a slayer.
See I have faith in the fact that I won't die before I'm twenty like most Slayers. I go to a school to train me for Christ's sake! And there are all these other Slayers around me, they'll never let me die. I am going to live a long healthy life and have lots of babies! (Titanic, ok kinda obsessed I watched it with Rona on Friday!)
I met this really buff guy in town on Saturday! (picture of a heart is drawn here) His name's Danny, lover boy! Ok no, but still it's Danny Fitz. He has the most gorgeous blond hair blue eyes and cutest smile!
I can not believe i'm writing this! I'm fourteen and I'm acting like a little girl with a crush O.M.G I've even written Danny4Jane on my school books! GROSS. Any ways I got his number and (Ow neck cramp) he called me on Monday we are so meeting up on Friday!
Mmmm tea, I'll write tomorrow! xxx
This girl had everything hope, freedom (to some extent), beauty in her heart and a future. Little did she know soon all that would change, soon all that hope would leave, soon death would consume her future. Death would consume all the young slayers, just how Voldemort planned it to.
The following was taken from a number 41 London buss's C.C. T.V Camera on 30th January 2006.
The camera is fuzzy, it is covered by a hand for a moment or two, then it jolts into view. It shows and birds eye view of a bus, the sky out side is pitch black, grey thunder clouds cover the stars and moon. It is filming the top floor, with its high windows and daunting blue and yellow steps.
The camera zooms into the back of the bus where five teenagers are seated. A black male with chocolate eyes, the remnants of side burns and a pierced nose cocks his head to the side to look at his beautiful girlfriend seated on his lap. She wrinkles her equally pierced nose and kisses him.
In the seats surrounding them are two load girls, one in pink track suits with chunky gold hoops, a chunky gold necklace, a dummy hanging round her neck and her hair slicked back in a pony tale. The next girl is wearing tight jeans a pink top only big enough to cover her boobs and a fake Burberry cap, she too has gold jewellery and slicked hair.
The next occupant is a boy asleep against the window, he has dirty blond hair, a lip ring and is wearing dirty jeans that show his Calvin Klien boxers, he is wearing a red Che Guevara top and slackly holds a skate board.
The camera zooms to the rest of the floor. At the front of the bus there is a Chinese woman with short black hair and a portfolio and three rows behind her a dirty old man who is utterly smashed.
Downstairs there are two blonds, one a young girl of about fourteen wearing a pink dress that barley covers her ass. The other a blond man with dread locks, the girl every so often glances at him wearily. The bus driver is falling asleep at his seat, he looks tried and the monitor on his desk says his shift is almost up.
The camera pulls back violently, then comes into focus again. The bus has halted and the sleeping passengers are looking bemused. The top deck resume what they were doing, the camera points to the drunk in the corner you can just make out a silvery blond headed little girl making her way up the stairs, her face is tear streaked and her clothes are covered in strange symbols written in blood.
Eleanor Malfoys face is still gradually decomposing as she walks along the top deck of the buss, next thing you can see is a flash of lighting a tremendous judder there is a scream and all goes black.
After a split second of pitch blackness, the camera comes into focus, everyone on the bus is dead, the floor is coated in branches of thick red blood. Eleanor is gone, the camera dies out with a crackling sound.
The Police investigated the bus, they found no fingerprints on the passengers nor any evidence of any other passenger on the bus. The ten deaths seemed to have just happened, there was no one who could cover there tracks like that. Unless they were never there at all.