Chapter One
The rain had finally subsided and the sun was shining brightly. The laughs and shouts of teenagers filled the front yard of Saint Mary High School. Another week had started and everyone was anxious just to go home and sleep.
"Ha. If they knew of the horror that lays ahead, they wouldn't be laughing. They'd be screaming, those stupid bastards."
Celestia Noble glared at her high school peers as she walked up the pavement path. She still wore a hooded sweater around herself, trying to make herself hidden away. School was never an enjoyable time for her. Especially since she had no friends to spend time with. As a result, she was incredibly lonely but to make matters worse, she was usually the target of affection by the popular kids.
The target of affection for being picked on.
Ever since she first came to school, she was bullied and teased for being a bit strange. She didn't have any disabilities or disfigurments or anything that set her apart from being 'normal'. But she was incredibly moody, very quiet and was always reading. Usually she read about midevil times when there were magic, slaughter, kingdoms and journies. But her favourite topic were demons.
The popular kids found this extremely amusing. Her eyecolour just added to the cruelty of the jokes. Her steel grey eyes flashed, almost as clear as a mirror. One time, a girl and pulled her aside and asked if she could use her eyes as a mirror. It was suppose to be a joke but Celestia flung the girl off her and ran off, fuming.
"Hey steel girl! Are the demons coming for me yet?" a jock called out.
Celestia raised her eyes and glared at him. It was Brandon, a star basketball player and one of the most well known guys in the school. He and his buddies laughed and slapped high fives at the joke. Their laughter died down as Celestia walked over to them, her eyes flashing with anger.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you right now, Brandon Peters," Celestia said coldly. "You and your fellow jocks there will be screaming for your lives very soon..."
"From what? You actually think you can call demons? Man, this just gets even funnier." Brandon snorted and flung his cigarette on the ground. "You can tell your 'demons' that they don't even exist and nothing can harm this guy right here. Right guys?"
"Hell yeah, Brandon," his best friend jeered. "I bet you can give these 'demons' a run for their money."
"That's what I'm talking about, Steven," Brandon nodded. He turned to look back at Celestia, who was sneering.
"Suit yourself," she laughed loudly and walked away.
"Hey baby! When you get tired of kissing demon pictures, call me!" Steven yelled. The jocks erupted in laughter.
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"...and that concludes the story of World War One, through the eyes of one soldier," the history teacher finished lecturing her class. "I expect an essay by tomorrow, three hundred words on this topic."
Celestia finished her notes and yawned. Her hood fell off her head as she stretched, revealing her long, golden sunshine coloured hair. The sunlight flickered off it, shining like pure gold and causing some girls to stare at the sheen with jealousy.
In the back, Brandon and his jock friends were whispering and pointing at Celestia's back. Some of them snorted with laughter as the teacher glared at them.
"That's enough, Taylor!" she barked out at a skinny blond guy.
"Sorry, miss!" Taylor responded. "I just thought it would be important to discuss with Brandon a course of action! Celestia said a demon's gonna come eat him!"
The class erupted in laughter. Celestia flushed with anger and yanked her hood back on her head. She buried her face in her arms and hid herself on the surface of her desk.
"I gotta keep it together...Tails Doll...he's one of the souls I want you to take."
"I hear you, Celestia. Get him alone and I shall do what I will."
"Taylor, that's absolute foolishness. Step out into the hall and don't come back inside until the bell rings," the teacher snapped.
Taylor just laughed. "Okay, fine."
Celestia smiled after him. She touched her mood stone necklace around her neck and whispered, "Go!"
Outside in the hall, Taylor glanced at his watch. He had an hour until the bell rang. "Freaking hell," he thought. "I have to wait out here a whole damn hour just for one stupid joke."
His lower stomach gave a burning sensation and he realized he had to go to the bathroom. Making his way down the hall, he kept looking over his shoulder. It felt like someone was staring at him.
"You're letting steel girl's imagination get to you, idiot. Snap out of it."
The jock pushed the door open and was happy to see he was alone. Making his way over to the urinal on the wall, he unzipped his pants and did his business.
Unbeknownist to him, he was NOT alone. In a stall, directly behind him, the evil, dirt ridden doll floated above the toilet. With his blank eyes, he stared at the teenaged boy and plotted.
Taylor finished his business and went over to a sink. He washed his hands and splashed water on his face to refresh him. Satisfied, he went over to the big door to leave, but he suddenly stopped.
A huge fox doll blocked his way.
It was unlike anything Taylor had ever seen. Its blank eyes stared into his own and he could feel a painful feeling inside his eyeballs. He closed them quickly and rubbed his eyes.
"Fool, I was enjoying your eyeballs," the doll spoke.
"Wh-what?" Taylor stammered.
"What's the matter? Never heard of my legend? My legacy? I am the Tails Doll, mortal," Tails Doll said, drawing closer.
Taylor had heard all about the evil doll. Who hadn't? The horror, the blood, the deaths hadn't gone unrecorded.
And yet, he thought the stupid doll was buried.
"You can't be the doll! You were buried and your jewel was taken off you!" Taylor shouted.
"Oh I was buried. Notice the dirt? But a very kind and sweet girl revived me and brought me back, so I can continue my feast. She even promised to lead me to some souls, as long as I would take them. Isn't that a wonderful deal?" Tails Doll said. His voice wasn't coming from his mouth, but more like it was coming from somewhere else.
"Your soul will do quite nicely," Tails Doll advanced on the petrified teenager.
Screams filled the bathroom as a struggle issued. Nothing was heard after that, except for a 'schluuuuuuuuuuurpy' sound and the quiet 'drip drip drip' of blood.
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The screams echoed from down the hall and reached the history classroom. Everyone looked up quickly and the elderly history teacher went to the phone and called the office.
"There's some screaming in the bathrooms...yes...yes...well, I sent one of my students out for misbehaving...Taylor Dawson...okay, I will."
She hung up the phone. "Stay here, everyone. I'm going to see the principal."
The classroom erupted with chatter as soon as the teacher left the room. Celestia raised her head and looked around at everyone. Some people were staring at her and some were whispering.
Celestia just shot them angry glares and put her head down again. It didn't take long for the teacher to come back, screaming.
"Guys...I have something incredibly horrible to tell you...Taylor Dawson was just murdered in the bathrooms."
Brandon shot up in his seat. "WHAT?!"
"Sit down, Brandon, we have to remain calm. The murderer could still be on the school. Right now, we all have to remain quiet and wait until the police get here," the teacher said, her face a pale white. She got up and locked the classroom door tightly.
Hidden by her arms, Celestia smiled. Tails Doll had claimed his first victim and she had finally shown those bastards true horror.
"There are still more. I shall hold up my part of the bargain."
"Indeed. He put up a good fight but his soul was quite delicious."
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A few hours later, the principal decided it would be best to send everyone home early. The Dawson family was called in for some questions for the autopsy. Most of the students walked home, and some took cars. Others called their parents from their cellphones or the office. Celestia could walk home, but she decided to sneak a quick peek at Taylor's body.
He looked horrible. He was hanging over a stall on his stomach with his spine snapped in half. Parts of his face was ripped and the blood dripped on the floor with a small tap tap tap. The eyeballs looked deflated, as if the insides were removed.
Any normal person would have backed away from the body, but Celestia had to fight the urge to step closer. She knew she would get in trouble if she was seen, so she ran out of the building and went home.
No one ever noticed she was smiling an evil smile of pure enjoyment.