Delta Dawn
Chapter 1: Another goes down
Veronica Masters rose out of bed and rubbed her reddened eyes. It had been three days since her best friend Trixie Tang's death. She just didn't understand it. Why would Trixie be at a cemetery alone? More so a cemetery where no one related to them was buried. After all it was a cemetery full of common people.
"Oh Trixie," Veronica said tearfully, "you were my best friend," she wailed and started crying again.
The door to Veronica's room opened slightly. A maid came in with a tray of food and a clock on it. After placing the tray over the bed, the maid bowed then left.
Veronica soon stopped crying and looked up at her tray. On it was French toast, orange juice, an apple (green) cut into six pieces with whipped cream on it and on the cream a single red cherry, and a pink alarm clock. Veronica looked at the time and saw that it was 12:30pm.
"Noon," Veronica said softly, "I should be at school right now."
But she wasn't. The pain of losing Trixie, her best friend and the only person she knew personally for years who also now attended Brightsburg Prep. Since her parents decided to remove her from around commoners, Trixie was the only other person from her former school who was sent to Brightsburg Prep as well. Now her best friend was dead. It was still being determined exactly how she died. Everyone in Dimmsdale believed it was suicide. Why else would she be found hanging from a tree?
But Veronica refused to believe that. Trixie Tang was a happy, vibrant and rich human being. She was self absorbed yes, but she was a loving human being in her own way. A very happy human being at that. Not one likely to commit suicide or harm herself in any way.
"I'll find out what really killed you Trixie," Veronica declared and picked up her orange juice, "what's this?"
Veronica noticed a letter under the alarm clock. She picked it up and looked at what was written on it.
Tootie.
Veronica gasped and dropped it.
After shaking uncontrollably for nearly five minutes after dropping her orange juice, she picked up the fallen letter and opened it.
Veronica coughed as dust sprung into her face. After brushing it away she removed the contents of the envelope.
It was a photograph. Trixie was waiting impatiently near the limo (which looked like it had broken down) in her purple Versache dress on a lonely road, which had raggedy bushes on each side. Inching closer to her from behind was Chester.
But what was frightening to Veronica was not only the fierce look of complete hatred on Chester's face but his eyes. His eyes had heavy dark circles on them that looked unearthly and with the exception of his green crazed pupils his eyes were completely blood red with an absolutely fierce inhuman look about it. He was reaching out for Trixie's neck and she wasn't even expecting it.
Veronica let out a shocked sob and dropped the photo.
"Like it?" a voice asked and Veronica gasped and turned around to see Tootie standing there in a Catholic School uniform, "I had started St. Marge's Catholic Great Catholic Middle School for Girls last September," she told Veronica, "I hate the school but love the catholic school uniform," she said brightly, "kind of gives me a sexy slutty edge," she said, "not that either you or Veronica would need it," she added with a hateful glare and snarl.
"You didn't have to kill her," Veronica said tearfully.
"She killed me," Tootie said coldly.
"She didn't take Timmy from you!" Veronica shouted, "he never wanted you damn it!" she shrieked.
"But he never could take his eyes off her," Tootie said calmly, "and now that I'm dead, she's dead, there's only one other competing girl left."
"One competing…?" Veronica started to ask, "wait, no, you can have him," she said immediately.
"Well that's just grand Veronica," Tootie said with feigned happiness, "I guess he can touch me like you can with all his love," she said sarcastically and stuck a hand through Veronica, "see, I'm still a ghost," she said after her hand went through Veronica causing her no harm.
"But you look solid," Veronica pointed out, "when I see you…"
"Looks are deceiving," Tootie said icily, "you thought that I was the ugly weird girl to be thrown aside while I was alive," she remembered, "you, Tad, Chad, everyone!" she shouted, "you all drove me to my death!" she shouted angrily, "and you will all meet your death."
Veronica was horrified. The girl she saw before her was supposed to be dead and buried. The Tootie who stood before her was 4'9, had a bright purple plastic bando atop her shoulder length black hair, had non-tanned Caucasian skin, purple eyes, was no longer wearing glasses and was wearing a Catholic School uniform.
The towheaded blonde wondered how she'd get out of this. She Veronica Masters was a 5'2 petite blue-eyed blonde bombshell that was always seen as cheap furniture to others every time she was around Trixie in Elementary School. She was very attractive but in Dimmsdale almost everyone could only see Trixie's beauty and no one else's. But in Brightsburg she came into her own. She was noticed and approached by lots of boys. Trixie's attention diminished while Veronica's only increased. Yes Trixie still got attention but nothing like she got in Dimmsdale. Right now though, Veronica wished she wasn't getting attention from an infuriated spirit.
"See you in hell," Tootie said darkly and disappeared after over a minute of crazed cackling.
Veronica sat there in bed in silence. Suddenly she smelt something burning. It was a sickening burning smell. Veronica coughed and wondered how she never smelt this before.
I better get out of here.
Veronica flung back the covers but screamed in horror at what she saw.
The lower half of her thigh and below was all melted bloody goo. Skin and blood mixed together in a thick bubbling liquid was all that was left of that part of her body.
Veronica tried to scream but couldn't. Then she noticed her hands start to sizzle and soon started to melt.
Done
I changed the rating to M because this will be bloody and just to be safe. Thank you for reading and please review.