Heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! So, this one is a little short and boring :( but needed all the same. Thank to all that reviewed and kepp 'em coming. They give me some real confidence stype shit, so the more coming in, the quicker the chapters might come to.
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(Chloe POV)
I'm not sure what would be better; actually knowing what's been going on with me, or staying blissfully ignorant. They say necros slowly lose their minds, having always getting the living and dead confused. I wonder if I'm that's starting to happen to me? If it is am, then I'm glad to know that I won't realize what I'll be doing. You're probably really confused right now. Let me explain. For the past few days, whenever I come in the slightest contact with anything that could at all be used as a weapon, I have the urge to use it as one. Take yesterday for example. My hand just lightly brushed the mirror in my room when I was looking for my brush, and an image of me stabbing something with the glass filled my head as bloodlust shot through my veins.
So, yeah, you can see where I'm coming from with this, right? Well, if you don't, not my problem.
Anyway, back to the problem at hand. I told Kyle about it-when we were sure that Derek was out on his daily run, of course-and we're looking into it. That's where the the question comes in or not. Do I really want to know what's happening to me? And if so, what if it's something much worse than losing my marbles.
This is what I contemplated as I walked up the full, noisy street on my way to the club. It was my turn to work, and I was looking forward to the release it gives me. It makes no sense, I know, but something about the jam-packed, sweaty bodies gives me a feeling of freedom. Yeah, I really don't feel like going into detail on that one. But the good thing is, it's what motivated me to start an underage club.
Walking in, the first thing that caught my attention was the giant mass of bodies on the dance floor, each wrapped in another's arms. Did I mention it was couple's night? No? Well, it is. Moving on now.
Trent was at the DJ stand, jumping around to some techno song. Seeing me, he gave me a cheeky grin and waved before going back to fist pumping. I pushed my way through the crowd and made my way over to the bar, where Jamie and Lacey seemed to be arguing over something. I really don't want to know what about. So, ignoring their raised voices, I continues on to my original destination; the back rooms.
This is where we keep all the electrical equipment, first-aid stuff, bathrooms, etc. It's also where our unofficial "chill" room is. It's soundproof with a couple of old couches, a TV, a stereo system, along with a mini-fridge. It was Trent's idea. So, grabbing a Red Bull from the fridge, I sunk into the couch and flipped on the TV and waited until my shift started in about half an hour.
"What can I get you to drink, sweetie?" I asked the quiet looking girl sitting at the bar. I could tell right off the bat that she didn't want to be here; probably got dragged by a couple friends or something.
She pushed her glasses farther up her nose and tucked a lock of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. "Um, I guess a Shirley Temple would be good."
Since this is an underage club, our version of a Shirley Temple was just a Sprite with cherries and a hint of pineapple juice in it. Giving her a small smile, I handed her the drink.
As she took out her wallet to tip me, I placed my hand over her's. "This one's on the house." She muttered a quick thanks and walked over to what I'm guessing was a group of her friends.
It was that time of night. A time where everyone was either on the dance floor or huddled around it in small social circles. I never understood the way the average teenage minds worked. Sure I was what you could call "normal" before the whole schizophrenia/necromancer thing, but I don't think there really is a normal anything. I mean, how can there be when everyone is different?
As I continued with my mental musings on normalcy, I hadn't noticed anyone walk up next to me until I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked to the side, then down to see Lacey's face. She smiled at me and I just gave her a blank face. As usual.
She murmered something to me, but with the music blaring in the background plus the hundred-and-something people's voices, I didn't hear a word she said.
"What?" I leaned my head down, trying to understand.
"I said, do you know where Derek is?" she screamed. I pulled back looked at her. I don't know, maaybe it was the jealous ex-girlfriend in me, but I wasn't all too pleased that she was looking for him. But, whatever, not my problem anymore.
You want it to be.
Oh, no. Not you again. And no I don't.
Yes, you do. You can't tell me that it's just coincidence that whenever you see him your day becomes just a tid bit brighter.
Shut up!
No! Not until you realize it.
Realize what?
You'll see.
Grrrrr.
Throughout my mental tirade, completely forgot about Lacey. She looked up-yes, up, I'm wearing heels, y'know-at me with her big, patient clear blue eyes. What a pest.
I just shrugged and she nodded her head in response. Before I could return to what I was doing before she interupted me, she caught my attention again.
"Look, Chl- Scarlett, I get that you don't like me. Hey, I probably wouldn't like me either if I were in your position, but, I was wondering if maybe, we can start over? Forget our differences and maybe try to be civil. For the sake of the other housemates, of course." She kept her chin up and her eyes on me. I have to admit, she has guts.
Sticking out her hand for me to shake, she continued with her little speech.
"I'm raising the white flag here. I'm not saying we have to be friends, just not glaring and insulting each other constantly. So, what do you say?" She finished with a small smile and a gleam in her eyes. Ah, to hell with it.
I grasped her hand and gave it one, hard shake. "We have a deal, under one condition." Her smile faltered for a second before she picked it right back up again. "No more questions." This was more in her favor, unless she liked being choked out with a dish towel.
She laughed and nodded her head before walking away. Not five minutes later, the music came to an abrupt stop and all the lights went out. It seemed as if there was a moment of complete silence before complete chaos broke out.
People were screaming and shoving each other, trying to get to the exits. It was hectic. Thank Gon Simon had volunteered to be bouncer tonight, or else I would've been trampled. Only when there was not a single hormone driven teenager in the building, did the lights decide to flick back on.
"Ah, damn!" Trent groaned as he picked up the mangled, cut wires for the stereo system. I looked around and noticed something. Almost everything was exactly how it was before. The lights still hanging from the ceiling & the bar looking like was before everything went to shit in here. The only difference was the back door; it was open.
Waving my hand for Jamie to follow me, I made my way towards it. Making it to the alleyway outside, I heard Jamie gasp behind me. There, on the brick wall, was a cross. And on this cross, was a body. But, this wasn't just a body. It's arms legs were decorated with deep, bloody gashes. It had nothing covering it's abdomen, so I knew it was a young woman. The most horrifying thing, though, was it's stomach. It looked as if someone carved a pentegram into it, leaving all of her inner organs leaking out of the vicious slashes.
We were joined by Trent, Simon, and Lacey. Lacey had to look away and cover her nose to keep from gagging, while the other two grew pale at the sight before them. I heard a whoosh of breath come from Trent, for he's not as used to facing death as we are.
Taking one huge gulp, I walked forward. It felt as if someone was watching, silently taunting me. Raising a shaking hand to the figure, I lifted her chin. Looking her dead in the face, I felt every bone in my body lock into place and every blood cell turn cold.
"God, help us," I whispered under my breath as tears fell down my pale, hollowed cheeks.
It was the girl from the bar.