Disclaimers: See first chapter.
In Remembrance Of Who She Was
Chapter Four: What They Are And What They Do
As my energy gushed from my body staining my ex-principals mausoleum crimson, one of the demons reached down and raised my head so I was looking at them. I no longer had the strength to do so myself. It looked into my eyes and in a Californian accent spoke. "You are not human, you may look it, you may act it, but you aren't. You are what we fight to remove from the face of the earth. You have no right to be here and we're gonna fix that. You may not know who we are, but we know you MISS Summers. How dare you have the audacity to use a human title?! Well you won't have it on your gravestone...even if you were gonna have a grave. There's not gonna be enough left of you to bury, even if they ever find the remains. Go to hell bitch!" At my confused expression one of the other demons suggested that they showed me who they where so I would know why they were doing this. "Yeah, why not." Their facial...armour receded into their sculls and the armour protecting their torso's withdrew into the spinal columns of the...demons, definitely demons with a human appearance. How did they know my name? They must know me,. I had been a specific target! Had they waited for me, searched for me or stalked me? Did they know who my friends were? Were they the next targets? I knew that soon I would be too weak or too dead to care and it no longer bothered me. How much blood had I lost?!
