That summer was filled with drunken parties, relaxing days and over a dozen sleepless nights filled with enough booze, sex and laughter to sink the titanic twice over. But with the first day back at school looming, the group knew that it was a matter of time before they had to go back to reality and leave the summer dream world behind. There was only one party left before summer was officially over and school started; one last chance to get drunk and dance the night away.
Allison, Charlotte and Eleanor were getting ready at Charlotte's house since it was the closest to the party and they wanted to annoy Rebecca one last time since she wasn't allowed to go to parties due to her age. The room they were in smelt like a bomb had exploded inside it – a bomb that smelt of three different kinds of perfume, half a can of deodorant and two cans of hair spray. The floor looked worse; it was coated in various items of clothes, shoes, make-up and purses. It was complete chaos.
After what seemed like an eternity, the trio had finally decided on their outfits. Eleanor went fairly conservative with a simple long-sleeved white dress and brown leather open toed sandal-heels since her boyfriend didn't like it when she was practically naked at parties, something she agreed with. Allison went with a red off-shoulder blouse with red skinny jeans and red wedges to match; it was her signature color after all. Charlotte was probably the most outrageously dressed, wearing a gold halter crop top along with pink denim shorts and silver platform pumps – she was practically naked compared to the others.
Before going out to the party, the trio took a shot of some strong alcohol just to get them into the mood of the party – although, they were already in the mood and the alcohol only heightened their excitement as they walked arm in arm towards the party.
Music could be heard from miles around, echoing through the quiet streets. Once the trio arrived at the party, the real partying started. Everyone was drinking alcohol like they had been dehydrated for weeks and kissed the nearest person to them; the usual scenes at a teenage party.
Eleanor lost count of how much she had drunk but all she knew was that she couldn't quite stand up straight and leaned on Allison for support as they danced together, their hands laced together. The two girls had been almost inseparable all night, since Charlotte had gone off with her boyfriend and hadn't been seen for some hours. Eleanor hated the idea of best friends but if she had to choose, Allison would be her choice in a heartbeat.
Once the song changed to Black Widow, both girls were in dire need of a fresh drink and a break from the dancing. While she was at a table coated with empty plastic cups and various glasses of alcohol, Eleanor saw her boyfriend in a very heated kiss with a freshman. She grabbed his collar before punching him directly in the face, falling back slightly at the sheer force of her punch and from her drunken state. "I hate you, you fucking asshole! So much for last week, huh. Never, ever call me again." She screamed at him, wincing slightly at the pain in her knuckles from how hard her fist connected with his jaw.
Pushing away the crowd, Eleanor kept a firm grip on her purse as she sprinted out of the house. Once she was outside in the cold air, she stood there for a moment before emptying the contents of her stomach onto the front porch. Wiping away some of the vomit from the side of her mouth with the back of her hand, Eleanor sighed to herself as she slowly made her way down the porch and onto the street. With tears in her eyes and her walk seemingly to be more of a staggering from the amount of alcohol that was in her system, Eleanor started the long walk home. As she walked, she started wiping away her make-up, smearing it over her tear and sweat stained cheeks.
Apart from the loud music, the only sounds that were heard were the wind blowing through the trees and Eleanor's shoes slowly and shakily hitting the ground beneath her feet. Without Allison to hold onto, Eleanor's balance wasn't the best and she had to hold her arms out to straighten herself out even though she wanted them around her body to keep herself warm.
Just as she was about to topple over, she felt strong arms hold her waist tightly, keeping her from falling. "Whoa, careful where you step, miss. This kinda road ain't kind to the drunk." A comforting voice muttered into her ear, keeping a tight grip on Eleanor's waist as he lead her off the road and into the woods several feet away from the street. Eleanor couldn't answer; she was practically passed out as she leaned onto the mysterious man who held onto her. She tried to keep her eyes open just to see where she was going but thanks to the alcohol and the darkness of the woods, she could only see a few steps ahead of her.
Almost as soon as they had entered the woods, the pair stopped near a huge oak tree. Eleanor leaned against it, her eyes closing for a moment before she opened them to look at the man who had taken her into the woods. All she could tell was taller than she was and not much else due to how dark it was in the woods.
Quickly, Eleanor slowly realized what possibly was about to happen. She'd heard the stories about drunken women getting picked up, raped then left to die in a pool of their own blood. Pushing herself off the tree, she slowly started to run as fast as she could, abandoning her phone as she ran.
She heard a chuckle behind her before she felt a hand grab her leg and pull her down. She tried to scream but nothing came out, she tried struggling, too, but to no avail. Her body was pulled back and turned over so she was lying on her back on the forest floor. "Please," she whispered, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. "Please don't kill me." It was a pathetic attempt but she had to at least try.
The man chuckled again, his grip moving to her arms and moved the sleeve of her dress upwards to expose her bare arm. He looked at her pale arm for a moment, his fingers trailing up and down her arm from her wrist to the curve of her elbow before finally answering. "Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya; really, really bad."
Before Eleanor even had a chance to question him, she felt his teeth penetrate her skin and her whole body was on fire. She couldn't talk, couldn't think, couldn't move; all she could do was scream at the pain. It felt like all the bones in her body were being broken all at once then set on fire over and over again. She tried to ask the man for help but nothing came out – only screaming left her lips. In the end, Eleanor finally blacked out and the pain subsided.
Her creator left her there in the woods; screaming in pain, her white dress coated in her own blood and dirt. He even took her purse she had dropped just to text everyone in her phone that she would be staying out of town for a few days because of what had happened at the party – he knew everything about Eleanor, he had been looking out for her for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take her and turn her into the perfect killing machine, and in the end, he got what he wanted and so much more but once you fight fire with fire, you'll only end up getting burned and that fire turns into an inferno and you're devoured by the flames.
Author's note: And that is chapter two done! I didn't include descriptions of the characters this time since it really only needed to be done in the first chapter so yeah. I listened to Cry Baby (the album) by Melanie Martinez and Badlands by Halsey while writing this so you'll probably see the similarities between the songs and things in this chapter – inspiration heaven with those albums.
If you noticed the Suicide Squad reference in this chapter, bonus cookies for you. To see the characters clothes I described, look it up on Polyvore, my username is octaviablakes and I've labelled them clearly so it's easy to find once you're there.
The cast for the characters are as follows;
Olivia Cooke as Eleanor Weinstein
Lindsey Morgan as Allison Callanan
Alexandra Daddario as Charlotte Lowe
Georgie Henley as Rebecca Lowe
Ben Barnes as The Creator
Until next time;
Lorna.