Chapter Whatever: Burning Book
Updated Author's Note (June 2, 2008): This story is now an official re-write of Love and Hate. Just goes to show no matter how many times the story gets taken off of here, I'll re-write, edit, and change. And make it better than before.
Burning Book:
"No. She knows that we're all fucked now that she did the spell now? Doesn't she?" Sam thought as Paulina raced past her.
She looked down at her wet shirt, muttered a curse word or two, and raced toward her diary, slamming it shut.
She looked out the window and watched Paulina running down the street like a stupid little coward. If she only knew what would happen, maybe she wouldn't have done something that stupid. Maybe she wouldn't have doomed them all.
Sam grabbed her knife off of her desk and closed the book, setting it down. She knew that the only way to deactivate the spell would be to destroy the book that held its power. She just had to destroy it before it manifested itself. How the book gained power, and why someone would put power and spells into a pink diary, she would never know.
She stabbed the knife through the cover, but it wasn't enough. She stabbed again, and blood…well…ink spilled through the wound. Sam frowned in disgust but she didn't care about the sight of ink/blood.
She picked the book up and threw it into her fireplace. Yes, the creepy Goth chick with lots of money has a fireplace in her room. Got a problem with that?
Sam picked up the remote that controlled it. She turned it on as high as it could go and the book went up in flames. Unfortunately, the concentration of magic was too high from that book, and there was a shockwave effect.
Sam was slammed backwards. It was a good thing her door was open, or she would have knocked it down. She hit the side of the railing, the only thing that stopped her from falling the twenty feet it was down to the ground floor.
Sam groaned, picking herself up off the ground. But, she saw the spell that was manifested before the book was destroyed.
It looked like pure evil, energy only. It went straight for her.
She screamed, and raced down the hall, clutching her stomach. She guessed she had a broken rib from when she hit the railing. She wasn't fast enough though. It caught up with her, and slammed into her.
She gasped out as the evil possessed her, taking control of her very soul. She wasn't Sam anymore. She was evil. Pure evil.
And it felt good.