Hey guys sorry it took so long my life got kind of crazy, my aunt died in a car wreck so my cousin is now living with us I got my ged and am now looking to either go to college or the coast guard, im leaning towards coast guard cause my stepdad is making it clear in a subtle way that he wants me out so anyways this chapter wont be as long as the others but expect the next to be much longer.
P.S. Thanks for the reveiws and being so patient.
CH4:Changes (prt1)
Sam skid to a halt on the upper walkway of the heart and stared down at the circle of wood. Not only had it transformed into a staircase that stretched from the sub levels to the floor she was on , it was covered in a network of lines glowing a strange blackish green. She knew, in the way she was beginning to think of as a kind of sixth sense, that the fastest way out was to follow the stairs down into the sub levels. Glancing at her watch she swore and with only a seconds hesitation she bolted down the central staircase taking the steps four at a time.
Slamming the doors open Sam found herself in a cavernous garage. Her jaw dropped when she saw the cars inside. Every last one of them was obviously if not custom built at least heavily customized. Looking at them Sam, who disliked cars on the basis of pollution, somehow knew that they ran on some kind of alternate fuel source. Though when she tried to call to mind what all she got was an image of swirling ectoplasm. With another glance at her watch and a few choice words she jumped into the nearest one, a glimmering black thing that looked like what you would get if you crossbreed a Ferrari with a Corvette and added just a hint of a tank.
The interior of the car was a immaculate black leather, it also lacked an ignition. In the place where a normal cars ignition would be was the Manson coat of arms. with a curse Sam brought her hands down on the steering wheel. There was a crackling pop and then greenish-black lightning erupted from the ring on her right hand, it twined about the steering wheel for a moment and then plunged into the Manson coat of arms. " What the hell," was Sam's only thought as she tore out of the garage, whipped around the cross, and punched it across town.
as was usual most of the jocks and preps were gathered around the parking lot trying to decide if they could aford to skip and if they did what they were going to do. All activity ceased as a huge black ... something tore in doing a good eighty plus. With a wild screech of tires it pulled a perfect one-eighty and slid neatly into a parking spot only a few steps from the door. For a moment it just sat there idling. The bell rang and Sam Manson bolted out of the car and into the school. the second she left it the engine died and all the doors gave an audable click signaling that it was locked.
There was a stunned scilence hanging in the air as the jocks and preps picked there jaws up of the ground and stumbled into class. Over half the school was late that day. The school also had it's highest attendence in it's entire history.
A/N: still looking for a villan