James and Katie faced each other on the couch. In the air Green wires of energy and sound eradicating from them filled the air. It dance around their soft faces and illuminated them in the darkness. The evening had drawn itself into night and there they were. He reached his hands up and the wires laced through his fingers. He pulled them down close to him the music coursing in his blood. He took Katie's hand within his free one and holding the energy in the fist of his palm he placed it within her and she opened her lips to produce a beautiful melodic sound. The room lit up with the colors violet and blue. The sound of water trickling down into a fountain nearby, the two of them stood up in silence and followed the sound.
They entered the next room and were consumed by what they saw. Palm trees growing from around a small body of blue shimmering waters. The plants lining the walls and seeping through the ceiling. The staircase replaced with stones and boulders. They ascended and looked down to see the beads of water cascading past red crystals and into the water below. One step and another Katie first then James the pushed back a harsh amount of bushes and come face to face with a door. James pushed it open slowly and inside with their lips locked in a gentle game Kendal had Carlos against a wall of their tree house. The moon beaming in through the vast window.
James was a little hurt. He didn't understand why… he looked at Kendal in a way most would deem wrong, though his brother had a certain masculinity that the pretty boy lacked. The blonde looked back at the two of them and pulled himself off of the Latino just enough to be respectful while at the same time making damn sure he didn't let go. Marks lined their bodies. All across either ones neck and of course Carlos` collar bone. "That's exciting." Katie grinned breaking the ice first. The feeling of summer was just outside and in the nighttime it was perfect. "Do you guys want to go to the beach?" Kendall bit his lip.
The one eyed man had Logan by the throat and up against the wall. With a red face and fear in his eyes the doctor whimpered beneath his new masters grasp. Being slung on the ground he turned to look at the man. "Come on now Logan…" He snickered and all the pale boy could stare at was the gaping hole in the man's face."Youre the brains, you have to know everything." The man was then on his knees with a blade drawn. He, all in Logan's face, took the shiny object and pierced his own flesh pulling back the skin and revealing the tendons. The younger boy merely looked up at him begging. "Please… just leave me alone I'm sorry!" One eyed Killy grabbed his arms and shook him vehemently lathering him in blood.
"Then fine let's play a game." He stood up walking over to his tools. "Your sick mind should recognize this device. Logan's eyes widened with horror as the man held up the 'Reverse Bear Trap' from the saw series. A show he had become obsessed with a couple years back. "I have hidden." He grunted as he adjusted some of the features in its mask. "They key to your survival…" Tucking a strap and tying it off at the end. "In one of these guys." He looked over at the eight bodies he had resting before him. "Biology will now pay off for you my friend." He walked over to the boy with a blunt object tin one hand and the trap in the other. Logan attempted a scream but the object struck his temple rendering him unconscious.
Jo was… alone. She stood in a bathroom with the water going behind her simply trying to grasp what was happening. She eyed herself in the mirror looking back at the tub every so often to check on the rising water. However once, when she looked back to the mirror she saw blood pouring from the spicket. She gasped and snapped her head to look back at it only to see crystal clear water seeping down. Looking around to make sure she was alone she returned her attention to the mirror. This time she saw herself… and… herself… a bloody and in pain herself directly behind her. A loud piercing scream echoed through the corridor. She eyed the creature drenched in water and vastly smaller in waste size than her.
She bolted out the door and covered her eyes in the hallway after slamming shut her door. A sound tech guy was right in front of her with a clipboard in hand. "Mrs. Taylor? Are you okay?" She looked up at him in confusion. Jo eyed his clothes the all black sheik attire slicked to his body; he was obviously gay and we`re talking Ryan Evans gay. Like true fact: Sharpay was secretly a boy, Gay. "Mrs.?" She smiled casually. "You told me to refer to you as Mrs. Taylor…" He looked scarred. "Why are you so afraid of me?" She sounded concerned. Behind one of the curtains a few yards away she saw those familiar eyes, her eyes, peering back at her. Blood was all over the floor. He looked down. "Oh my god!" He ran off crying: "Help! Help! There has been an accident." When the team whet up into the rafters to find the problem they found nothing up there.
The tech guy came back to check on her. "Uh?" She looked up at him this being the first time she had removed her attention from the blood. "Call me Jo." She smiled sheepishly. "Jo… I need to take you away from this… can you go on tonight?" He asked. "What is your name?" She got closer to him. "Freddy… Freddy Benson." He nodded as a sign of respect. She pulled him into a hug and he hugged right back with a large smile across his face. "Thank you Freddy… I can go on." She trudged passed him with her head held high and approached the stage. Upon her arrival a flood of applause from the audience. Then there she sat, herself, right there in the audience front row. Covered in dirt and blood and a ring around her neck.
Lucy, drunk from a bottle of wine half empty in her hand stumbled through the dark passageways in the house. She stumbled by a bed room and peeping in side she saw pink curtains drooping down over a small bed, a bed which she quickly recognized to be her own. She shuffled into the room and crashed her face landing in the cushion of a rolling chair. She groaned as she rose to her feet wiping her face and turning to press her back against the mattress. Doll music filled the air from a little box on the stand that held looking glass of her boudoir. She looked at the doorway to see a man standing there. Her vision was blurry so she could not see who it was. "Look at you." Her dad's voice filling her head. "So pathetic…" She coughed and pulled her knees to her chest. "You think you're so talented don't you?" She whined and tried to pull herself up but fell and looking over at the rubber shoes made her sick.
"No… stop." She whispered. "Your manager…" He laughed. 'Does he think I'm mom?' the question filled her head. "Come on…" He laughed grabbing her by the hair. "Do for me what you always do." She cried out and choked a couple of second as he pressed her face to his pants. She vomited all across the floor and whimpered. "Aweee…. Come on!" He let go of her kicking the nightstand. "Damn it Lu!" He lunged at her tackling her and knocking her against the ground. He stradled her and slung his fist into the back of her head. She could no longer process her thoughts. Though her vision did clear; It was not her dad.