Chapter 30

Mabel and Dipper slept. Never in their lives had she they known such a dense sleep: a sleep without dreaming, without the slightest twitch of finger or eyelid. They were as lifeless as a pressed flower. If they had been awake, they could not have said whether their eyes were open or shut. Their minds were empty, freed from terror and grief. The night before, they had seen cold and darkness; now darkness and cold claimed them, and neither twin was afraid.

...

Stan decided to have a funeral for the twins and arranged it later during the week. The grave markers were to be in California, their birthplace, but he got two of his own for his backyard. Their parents were coming as well, and Stan could barely explain the news to them. He knew they'd never trust him with child care again.

...

Mel read the crummy Gravity Falls Gossiper newspaper and chuckled happily.

"I finally got her back," she whispered with joy. "Finally." Her grin faltered a bit at the sight of a black cat jumping through the window. She remembered. It was her mark. She could do stupid magic stuff like that... She'd even taught Mel how to flash into someone's mind. The cat arched its back and uttered a low, droning growl.

"Whhhhaaaattttt ddddddiiiddddddd yyyyoooouuuu doddddoooooo..." Mel could make out. It was her.

"Back so soon, old friend?" she asked. The cat grew larger and more human-like as it spoke.

"IIIIIIIII aaaammmmm nnnnoootttt yyyyooour ffrriend anymore, Melodie Jhonston. Now answer me. What did you do!?" the cat/human asked.

"You know as well as I, varmit. I killed Mabel." Mel said. "Payback for what she did to me."

"You are stupid. Stupid, stupid girl. Do you really know what happened in the cemetery that night?" the cat/humann asked again, now taking the form of a girl, a dark haired girl at that, resembling the cat's pitch black fur.

"What do you mean, Sorcha!?"

"What I mean is that you must've came at the second half of the bedtime story, and the first half, to someone like you, is vital. And what's vital for me... is the prologue."

"Okay... now you aren't making any sense." Mel said. "You can leave now."

"Of course. Just let me explain how wrong you are at those events in the first place. You won't ever want to call me friend again- you'll want to murder me- but... now I'm more powerful than you... and it isn't possible." Sorcha tossed back her head and laughed. "Let me take you back five years ago..."

...

Wendy cried at the funeral for Dipper and Mabel. She felt partially responsible for their deaths- giving them away to Mel... (obviously the bomber was Mel and she was getting some sort of revenge) and now she wasn't even with Robbie anymore... it was all just a big mess. She buried her face in her hands. She'd never forget this as long as she lived. Something so horrible... so unrealistic... Wendy left the church sobbing and ran into the woods.

...

Mel was shocked.

"You! You're a-"

"Before you call me anything to make me leave, I'd like to tell you just how smart and resourceful I am. I got her, Mel. I got her." Sorcha said teasingly.

"How- what- why-!?" Mel started. "I just killed her! She was mine to finish! Tell me right now." Sorcha mock-squealed.

"Another story! Will the fun ever end?" she said.

"Just tell me how it went." Mel said curtly. "Before I kick your cat butt out." Sorcha cleared her throat.

"That isn't my form at the moment," she said, hand darting out to catch a spider. She twirled it in her hands forcefully as it writhed in pain. "Now. At the night of the bombing...

The twins tried to escape through the only exit- the entrance. Most of the patients had escaped, and were each calling 911 outside. As they neared the door, a heavy beam aglow with fire dropped out of the ceiling and blocked their path. Soon the whole door was engulfed in the flames.

"We're dead!" Mabel cried. "We're dead!"

"No... no we're not. That's not the only way to get out... I'm sure!" Dipper said strongly.

"Sure, there's a magical door to Narnia that will appear out of nowhere if we say the words 'dog turd'!" Mabel said sarcastically.

"That wouldn't be the thing I would say to the only other person in the room if I was about to die in a fire!" Dipper shouted from the other side of the room.

"You just said we weren't!"

"I know. I was just saying that to you to see what you'd do!" Dipper called. Mabel huffed and sat down.

"What are you doing!?" she asked.

"Mabel!

"What?" Mabel said.

"I didn't..." Dipper said slowly and backed away from the corner. "Say anything."

"Mabel! Follow me! Come through here!" the voice echoed through the burning hallway. Rusting hinges could be heard scraping off by a screwdriver. Something metal could be heard clattering to the floor. There, on the floor, was a vent.

"Quickly! Through there!" Mabel shouted. The twins clumsily clambered into the small vent and noisily clambered by the metal walls. The end was ablaze with fire.

"Fire!" Dipper yelled. Two spindly, pale, skeleton-like hands drowned the fire with water, almost as if with her fingers. It looked like the water spurted out of them like a stream. Mabel shook her head. Those things didn't just happen. The twins reached the end of the vent and dropped onto the ground. Looking up with surprise, they saw a tall, elegant lady dressed in white. Golden hair cascaded down her back streaked with hues of pale pink and green, while pale pink and green buds dotted her hair. The only thing off were her eyes. Almost black, they bored into Mabel's eyes. They gleamed and Mabel knew this was no angel. She was staring evil in the eyes.

"Thanks," Dipper said. "You saved our lives." The lady gazed down and stared at him.

"Oh, I can do much more than that," she said. Dipper's eyes glazed over and he fell on the ground in a stock-still asleep.

"No! Dipper- that's Sorcha! Don't-" Mabel started.

"Look at me, Mabel. Sweet Mabel. Pretty Mabel. Wouldn't want to hurt anyone," the lady said sweetly.

"Never! You said that to me on the hill- you-"

"Look at me, child." Against her will, Mabel stared into the eyes of pure evil. Her body became light and tingly, like a feather. Her mind was gone...

"But- where is she!?" Mel asked in surprise.

"Oh, I got them both. Figured I might as well. She might not do what I need if I kill him off," Sorcha said.

"But- I need her to finish what she started since you had to keep her alive! She did try to kill me, whether you like it or not!"

"Easy, Mel. Still got that same temper I know and love!" Sorcha said sarcastically.

"Where. Are. They!?"

"Follow me." Sorcha snapped her fingers and was gone. Mel groaned. This game again. She did the same and found herself in a huge room with tubes, liquids, musty old books... Yep. This was Sorcha's second home. "Right there." Sorcha said, pointing to a large, rectangular box. Peering through a small window, Mel saw through a weird blue liquid, were a boy and a girl. They were unconscious, and floating side by side in the liquid, not moving at all.

"The- the liquid's frozen!" Mel said in shock. "You killed them!"

"No I didn't, Mel." Sorcha said as she looked at her fingernails, obviously bored. "They're just trapped... and can't get out. You can have them, if you want. But I need her after. So you might do best to keep her alive. Or I might just do what I tried to start."

Okay, so this chapter might be a little bit confusing, but you'll know everything at the end. Please review!