Chapter 6

Angel's p.o.v

We have packed our stuff in a backpack. In my backpack I had food, water, songbook, and my guitar and other clothes just in case. If you wonder how we hold our master gave us rings matching to our necklaces. We rub the ring and it absorbs our stuff in it. If we rub it again the stuff will be shown in front of us and we will click on it. After that, the stuff we wanted will be right in front of us. It really cool.

"Guys come on we have to go now" Blossom told us with her soft voice. She has grown to be more prettier and smarter. Good thing she stopped being crazy boy. When she stopped being crazy boy almost all the boys asked her out. But she refused since she was not into them. Al she cared was for her studies. In addition,Blossom started to like sports and began to practice football and basketball. She rejected boys not only for her study. She was broken when Randy tried to make love with her when she didn't want to. He tried to touch her private places when she screamed for help. On the right time we came and hit the guy in his guts. Momoko cried because she was scared.

As for Bubbles she was more popular. Se would always get upset, since the boys she like never like her back which was rude if them. She once liked that Cody boy in the wheel chair. She expressed her love to him but he rejected her telling her hat he never cared about, he only used her to be popular. That was really rude

As for Buttercup,even though she was a tomboy she was popular. She had both fan boys and fan girls. She was the best athletic person in our whole entire school. The reason why she never likes because this Mitch guy had broke her heart. He cheated her and slept with a girl named Sera. He told her that Sera was his diva and a fiesta. He made Sera pregnant but Sera didn't want the baby since it was from Mitch. Buttercup was broken but not forever. And all the guys in her class blame him for not accepting heir requests.

As for me , not to be lying , I am a popular girl. Since I can sing and play my guitar. Other than that, I like playing sports. I do play football, basketball,dodgeball,volleyball. Plus I do martial arts and body pump which help me fix my body. I am not a girly girl and I ate being one. I am a little tomboy but not as much as Kauro. I like playing video games and I always win against boys. A lot of boys asked me out but I never accepted. In London, there was this guy who was my boyfriend. His name was Tyler. At first we were perfect couples. Ni secretes and arguments between us . One day, he postpones our date telling me he got a job and had extra work todo. So as a fool i thought he was telling me the truth. Each day he kept on telling me he had extra work to do. Then I thought maybe if I can surprise him in his work he would be happy. When I went , I asked his boss where was he and all I hear was he was on a fate with a girl name Casey. Casey used to be my best friend and she dares to cheat on me. I went to do the address and found them kissing each other. I went at them and humiliated them but I didn't cry. After 1 month or so I found him texting me and telling me he wanted me back but I declined him. And that is why I reject boys.

Why am I remembering the old ugly memories

"Are you ready to find this bitch"Butter up asked us. I think she was happy to kick some asses

"Yes" the rest of us answered her questions.

It was late at night,it was around midnight or so. The dull moon was up. We were getting tired from walking. And not to mention , also hungry

"Guys can we take a break I am so hungry" I told them as I was breathing heavily which was totally fake.

"What the hell we have to kick some assess" Buttercup said she was so hyper

"Why did you take Blossom's role?" I asked her making her roll her eyes

"Yeah Blossom usually is the hyper one and look at her she is about to faint" Bubbles said and pointed at Blossom who was on the floor

"BLOSSOM" we all three yelled at her making her jump

"What the hell did you wake me p?" She whined.

"Now we have to rest but we can not sleep okay?" I told them and hey nodded in agreement

We sat around and Blossom brought with her, marshmallows so we heated them on the fire we had made.

"Guys I am bored" Blossom whined again which was technically annoying.

"Yeah me too" Bubbles joined her

Me and buttercup looked at each other and smirked

"HORROR STORY" we scream in a unison and made Blossom and Bubbles hold on to each other, scream and shiver

The horror story:

excerpted from Spooky Pennsylvania

retold by S.E. Schlosser

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She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.

Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods, the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.

Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.

The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.

The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.

As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.

From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.

(Bloody Mary)

After I finished telling my story we saw Bubbles and Blossom shivering. They were totally scared

"Now it is my turn and the story is Bloody Mary RETURNS" at that Bubbles and Blossom screamed . Me and Buttercup laughed really hard.

Buttercup:

A Montana Ghost Story

My stepmother was vile. I guess most kids think that when their father remarries. But in this case, it was true. She only married Father because he was rich, and she hated children. There were three of us – me (Marie), my middle brother Richard and my youngest brother Charles. We were the price my stepmother Gerta paid for being rich. And we were all that stood between her and inheriting Father's money when he died. So she took steps against us.

She sent my youngest brother Charles away to boarding school overseas. It had a good, scholarly reputation, but it also had the reputation for being a hard school that was full of bullies and strict discipline. Not a place where a delicate child like Charles, who had been sickly as a baby, would thrive. He was miserable there. Somehow, Gerta contrived to keep him there for all but the summer holidays, and when he came home the first year he was pale and thin with dark circles under his eyes that looked like bruises. He cried – he actually cried! – when Father told him he had to go back to the school. But Father didn't listen to him. Gerta thought it would be good for Charles to go there, and so Charles went.

I did everything I could – encouraging letters and daily phone calls – until Gerta said it was too expensive and restricted calls to five minutes once a month. I even got Father to book me a ticket to Europe so I could visit Charles. Gerta was enraged when she found out. Her blue eyes went so cold it made chills run up my spine, and her pink mouth thinned into a bitter line that bade ill for me since I had dared to interfere. Two days before my plane left for Europe, the school called and told us that Charles had climbed up to the tallest tower and flung himself off. He was dead.

Father was shocked, of course, and Gerta was quietly triumphant. For a few months, Father paid more attention to Richard and myself then he had since our mother died. But Gerta was beautiful and had winning ways about her that soon drew my Father's attention away. And now that one of her hated step-children was dead, she focused on another. Poor Richard was next.

Richard was a sturdy chap who was about to enter high school, and he was really into sports. He would have thrived at the boarding school that had killed Charles. So Gerta sent him to an arts school instead. He hated it, but Gerta had told Father he had "talent", so there he went. (You'd think my Father would have learned his lesson with Charles!) But Richard was a survivor, and he grimly practiced piano and violin when he would rather have played soccer and football. But Gerta was clever. She introduced Richard to a couple of high school boys who were everything Richard craved to be – rich, popular, on the football team. And into drugs. Gerta made sure Richard had a very large allowance, and kept increasing it as Richard was drawn deeper and deeper under the influence. Until one day Richard overdosed, and Gerta only had one step-child left. Me.

I was sure (sure!) that Gerta knew Richard was doing drugs in his room that day. She knew he was ill and possibly dying in there. If she'd "found" him even ten minutes sooner, his life would have been saved. So said the doctor, and I believed him. But Father wouldn't believe me. He was angry whenever I said anything against Gerta, and told me to hold my tongue. Still, I knew I was next, and I was sure that Father would not live long after willing his fortune over to his wife. I decided that if Gerta got too bad, I would run away and live secretly with my aunt in New Jersey until I turned 18.

From the moment Richard's body was found in his room, I forced myself to be a model child. My homework was done on time, I was polite to Gerta and all her friends, I went on all the family excursions with Gerta and Father – even the dangerous ones like shark-fishing. You can be sure that I took care to be "sea-sick" indoors and stayed away from the edge of the boat. Gerta was clever with her tricks. Everyone thought it was an accident the time we were out shopping and I fell onto the subway in front of an oncoming train. I managed to roll out of the way on time, but it was way too close for comfort.

I had almost decided to run away when my father brought me the sad news that my aunt in New Jersey had died suddenly in her sleep, poisoned by person or persons unknown. I was appalled. How had Gerta known? But she had – I could tell from the smirk on her face.

I went to my room that night and locked myself in to think. I could run away, but the money wouldn't last long. And I'd need to finish high school or my chances of getting a good job were nil. Besides, Gerta would still be out there somewhere. If she could hire someone to poison my only living relative (besides Father), she could hire someone to kill me, whether I was living at home or not.

There was only one thing I could think of. And it was a terrible thing. A family secret passed down from my Mother's side for many generations. It involved a witch named Bloody Mary, who had once tried to kill my many times great grandmother and use the child's blood to make herself young and beautiful forever. The witch had been stopped by the child's father (my many times great grandfather) in the nick of time, and the witch had cursed him as she burned at the stake. Cursed his mirror, and the mirrors of all the men who had condemned her to death at the stake, so that anyone saying her name in front of those mirrors would invoke her vengeful spirit.

The story had gotten mixed up over the years, as it was passed down first in their village and then all over the country. These days, school kids everywhere scared themselves silly chanting Bloody Mary's name in front of darkened mirrors during sleepover parties, and nothing happened to them. So no one really believed in the curse. Of course, no one knew the real story of Bloody Mary. That was a deep secret handed down by the villagers of long ago. But I was a direct descendant, and I knew how to summon the witch. You had to use a mirror owned by someone in the direct blood-line of one of the original families that lived in Bloody Mary's village. And the witch's name must be spoken by candlelight a certain number of times in their native tongue.

It was an evil thing to do, I knew. But it was the only way to save my life. It was either Gerta or me. If I didn't fight back, I was dead. So I took my hard earned money and went out to a specialty store to buy hand-dipped, beeswax candles. Black ones. I followed my mother's directions carefully, placing them at certain intervals around the living room so that they reflected in the huge mirror behind the couch. Then I lit each one, speaking the spell passed down in my mother's family. And I waited. Father was away on a business trip, and Gerta was out at a party with her latest boyfriend. She came home late, and scolded me for staying up to study. Her voice was playful and light – I hated that voice. It made her sound like she was nice. But there was also a note of suspicion underlying her words, and she stared hard at the flickering black candles.

"Holding a séance, little Marie?" she asked, emphasizing the word little, knowing I hated when she called me that.

"I just like working by candlelight," I said mendaciously, turning a page in my text book.

Gerta frowned. "You know, little Marie, I think it's time we had a talk," she said, walking over to the mirror behind the couch and primping her hair.

"Yes," I said softly. "We should. You killed my brothers. And my aunt. But I won't let you kill me."

Gerta laughed. "As if you stood a chance against me!" she said, fluffing her long blond hair up behind her shoulders.

I spoke the name of Bloody Mary in the native tongue of my ancestors. Once. Twice. Three times. Inside the mirror, the image of Gerta burst into flames, and another face looked out. It was the malevolent face of a twisted old crone, ruined with age, and altogether evil. I ducked behind the chair as Gerta gave a scream of sheer terror, her eyes fixed on the witch. As I watched from my hiding place, heat burst forth from the mirror, blistering her beautiful alabaster skin. I could hear the flames roaring as the witch laughed evilly and held out her arms toward my step mother.

"Gerta," crooned Bloody Mary. "Come to me, Gerta."

And she took my step mother into her arms.

Gerta's terrified scream was suddenly cut off. The flames disappeared as suddenly as they had come. When I peeked out from behind the couch, Gerta and Bloody Mary were gone.

I called Father at his hotel the next morning to tell him that Gerta hadn't slept at home. (Well, it was true!) He wasn't pleased. He called a few of her friends from his hotel room, and quickly discovered she had been carrying on with another man. With several, if the truth be known. Father hated infidelity. He flew home at once to confront Gerta, but she was still missing; presumed run away with one of her flames.

Somehow, Father managed to divorce Gerta without ever trying to find her. And since she had no family in the area except us, everyone accepted the cover story, and no one ever tried to locate her. Gerta was gone for good. And Father and I were safe at last.

"Ahhhhhhhh" they girly girls screamed. Buttercup and I couldn't stop laughing at their reactions.

Meanwhile...

"Come on guys we have to enter the Dark Forest before anybody sees us" Brick ordered. He was scared that the guards would find them. He was happy he was finally released from that prison

"Brick remind me again why the hell are we entering there?" Butch asked his brother. Brick never told his brothers why they were entering the forest

"To help Voldemort rise again. As we help him in return he will help us destroy the girls" Brick explained to his brothers

"Guys I have something to tell you since I don't have the right person to tell except you guys. But please do not yell at me or even laugh at me." Boomer finally spoke

" what is is Boomer?" Dean asked and he was worried about his brother.

"Well first when I saw Bubbles yesterday, something in me old me that I shouldn't touch her. Or even hurt her. When I saw her my heart was beating fast. I then knew that I like her but I just tried to deny it. I failed. Sorry but I can't help to see her in pain"

"Boomer but they made us suffer" Butch half yelled

"No guys, it is not their fault, they were the ones to protect his city, it was their responsibility. Let us put our selves in their place. Tell me would you accept it?" Dean asked his brothers and they shook their head .

"But it is too late, we signed the contract and we can bot change a thing" Brick reminded their brothers. They whined and groaned

"I can't hurt Bubbles"

"I can't kill Blossom"

"I can't hit Buttercup"

"I can't curse Angel"

They all said and continued their way to the forest.

In the end of the forest

Four boys who were not the rowdies walked to the place where Voldemort lived.

"Voldemort here we come" a brunette boy with orange eyes came

"Do you think he will accept our offer" A guy with black hair said

"I think so , he would never reject this kind of request". A boy with really dark blue hair

"Boys we better hurry" a guy with dirty blonde hair ordered