CAPITULO ??? yeah well its something
(Chapter written by mi amigo, not me)
(Before the basketball incident)
"You have a…" Anne tried to find the word, "…cozy home."
Soralis laughed, looking at the small interior all around him.
"You can say that. I never wanted anything big anyway," leading Anne to the computer, he took another seat for himself and let her sit in the one before the PC. "Knock yourself out. I already have the program with the fur and claws hooked to the computer so they can track it," He explained, leaning back in the chair. Nodding, Anne clicked "Begin Search" on the window that Soralis already had up with the search engine. Almost like a scanner, lights flashed inside the machine with the evidence. The page loaded, and Anne began to read the content of it with Soralis looking over her shoulder.
"It says here this evidence is definitely part of the animal cult…it's a male, and in human form he is usually in town a lot…blah blah blah…" Anne mumbled as she read.
"Hmm, it doesn't really say anything else, but maybe if we dig deeper into the program, it'll say something." Soralis suggested, and just as Anne was about to do so, a knock sounded at the door. "Who would be knocking on my door?" Soralis wondered as he got up and went to open the door. Curious, Anne moved to the seat next Soralis had taken so she could see who it was. Opening the door, Soralis came face to face with Daren in a police outfit, complete with a hawk on his shoulder.
"Daren?" Soralis and Anne asked in unison, completely confused.
Daren doesn't know where Soralis lives…and he never told me he was a police officer! Anne thought, standing up to walk over to the two.
"What are you doing here?" Anne asked.
"I'd like to ask the same thing," Daren replied coolly, glaring at Soralis.
Soralis's eyes widened. "No, it's nothing like that!"
"How dare you question me like that! Soralis and I were looking up info on… some things I need to know," Anne snapped at him.
"Oh, that makes sense if you were using the computer, then. I was tracing an illegal hacking program through the computer network…and I got here," He said, looking at Soralis questioningly.
"Hacking program? I don't use hacking programs…" Soralis replied, confused.
"Well, it could be a new program you have running that is a hacker," Daren said.
It must be that animal cult program… Anne realized, and looking at Soralis, he seemed to have realized it also.
"It must be this program I bought that came with a machine…it looks up things with DNA and reports back to what it is, exactly," Soralis explained.
"I'm sorry, but I have to remove it by police orders. It's dangerous because you can search people up with it and find out where they live," He replied, and Soralis led him into the computer room.
Unhooking the machine and deleting the program off the computer, Daren waved goodbye to both of them and walked back to his police car, stuffing the item in the trunk.
"I almost had it! Almost! I am so going to pound Daren when I see him," Anne shouted, frustrated.
The chapter that's like whoa! Mass murder in the shop of annoying teens…
Anne felt anger welling up inside of her. "Don't touch that." She rasped through clenched teeth. She felt her skin tingle, and a small voice whispered, yell at them, scream at them. She took a deep breath. The tall 16-year-old with shaggy brown hair and baggy, loose denim jeans ignored her. He picked up the black dust and began to take it out of the bag by the handfuls, flurrying them everywhere.
"Stop that!" Anne yelled. She knew that the Night Dust was one hundred dollars per half a cup, and they were wasting it all. Anne came out from behind the counter as the 13-year-old blond girl was singing, "Ooh, pretty powder." The girl's eyes behind her purple glasses showed psycho thoughts. Her cat shirt glistened in the fluorescing lights of the store. The other boy, about fourteen, Anne thought, reached his hand into the display case.
Slam it on his hand, slam it on his hand.
The voice whispered. Anne took the sliding glass door, and before the boy had time to react, slammed it shut on his hand. He yelped in pain and shook his buzz cut head, squeezing his hand out of the display case. "You're crazy, lady!" He shouted, and whispered to the other kid, a girl of about twelve or thirteen with a shirt on that said, I Support the Gays Because I am one. "Kennedy," He whispered, "This woman is whacko. This is what you'll be like when you're around fifty." He made sure he said the last part loudly so that Anne would hear it.
"Just get out." Anne snarled impatiently. The kids looked at her. The blond haired girl, the 16-year-old, and Kennedy paused at the door of the shop, waiting for the buzz cut kid with his red hand. The kid stopped at the counter, spinning the picture of Anne and Antonio in Jamaica around and picking it up. "Put that down, now." Anne cried, almost desperately.
"Loveliness." He took the picture and slammed the frame violently on the floor. An echo of breaking glass echoed through the shop. The others kids laughed and stepped forward, Kennedy doing the honors of taking the photo and ripping it in half. The sound of the tear seemed to fill the entire room, but didn't overwhelm the voice saying to Anne, kill them, kill them now.
"Thanks for helping me try to figure this out." Tara said to Soralis greatfully. They had spent the day making phone calls and e-mailing everyone Anne knew and did know in the past, looking them up on the computer, finding information from their families. They knew that one of them had to be doing this all, and Soralis had willingly agreed when Tara said they should research it. "I would shake your hand," Soralis replied, "But I don't know if it'll hurt you or not." He winced empathetically, motioning to her burned, bandaged hands.
"Oh, that's fine," she said, and just hugged him. They stood there awkwardly for a few moments, until they finally both opened their mouths, replying in unison, "I don't really like you."
"Good," Tara sighed in relief, "I thought maybe I would hurt your feelings, but I really like you as a friend."
"Me, too," Soralis said, "I just felt so much pressure because Anne really seemed to want us together. But I like you as a friend, too."
"Well, glad we both feel the same way. That definitely reduces the awkwardness. I'm going to have to be on my way, now, so Buenos noches!" Tara smiled, and gave Soralis a wave as she walked out the door.
"I speak Arabic, not Spanish!" Soralis shouted jokingly as the door closed.
As Tara approached the shop, she sensed darkness. The windows were pitch black, and an eerie feeling came over her. Her heart started beating faster, and as she opened the shop door and heard the familiar bell, started shouting, "Anne, Anne, where are you?" She felt along the wall for the light switch. The flicked it on, but nothing happened. She tried it a few more times, but it was still dark. She knew there was a light bulb to her right, and felt for the string hanging down from it. After a few seconds of grasping dead air, she felt the cord. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled. A dull light loomed around her. She glanced over the shop, and her eyes fell on the four sacs lying in front of the counter. Wait a minute, Tara realized with a start, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, those are bodies. Four teens lay in an enormous pool of seeping red blood. Tara heard distant screams, but realized it was herself, screaming her head off. Tara jumped as someone emerged from the back room. She was about to dash out the door until the image stepped into the bare light. It was Anne. Her best friend's blond hair was straggly; her eyes wide open in terror. Her hands and arms were soaked in blood. Tara rushed forward and hugged her friend. "Anne, are you okay, oh my god, Anne, what happened?" Anne stood there for a while, staring at Tara as if processing a foreign language. "Who did this?" Tara repeated.
"It's coming, it's coming," Anne said daizily, rubbing her hands along her bloody arms, "It won't stop, it can't stop."
"Anne, you aren't making sense!" Tara shouted helplessly.
"I won't… I can't stop. I can't stop killing people."