Fan Fiction ❯ The Chosen Ones ❯ Chapter One: Nightmare Beginnings ( Chapter 2 )

The Chosen Ones

Author: LadyJewel

Chapter One: Nightmare Beginning

Julia scowled. It had started out such a lovely day. It was not too hot or too cold, the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was blue with only faint wisps of cloud. Near perfect, really.

She wasn't displeased with the weather, far from it in fact. It was actually due to the fact she was cramped into the backseat of her mother's red Spirit. Cramped between her younger brother and sister, because the passenger seat was currently occupied by a rather large floral creation. Her mother's idea for a centerpiece. It wasn't ugly, just huge.

Although it was later in November, Thanksgiving if you wanted to be exact, it was surprisingly warm. Julia had dressed in anticipation that it would get cooler in the evening. She had decided to wear an older, white tee shirt underneath a zip-up, blue sweater. Blue jeans almost one size too big were belted at her waist, the bottoms hanging over the toes of her sneakers. She chose to wear her contacts, allowing them to be unhindered blue. Her red-tinted, brown hair was pulled back into a hasty ponytail. On her head was a beat-up Cleveland Indians ball cap.

She yawned.

To Julia's right, she could actually feel her younger brother's excitement. Bobby was near bouncing in his seat, wishing to show off his newest game. He had purchased the game himself, not wanting to wait for Christmas to roll around. The PS2 was carefully stowed in the trunk, between his comics and his Magic cards.

Three years younger than Julia, Bobby was already taller than her. His dark, blond hair was getting too long, the mass of curls evidence to that. His hazel eyes were sparkling with excitement. He wore a simple black tee with tribal designs on it in white. Not having any other clean pants, he was wearing his black, band pants. Black Converse high-tops covered his feet, matching the black tee.

"Mom, can't you go faster," Bobby asked, leaning forward in his seat. "We were supposed to be there two hours ago! I bet they already ate without us! Besides, I wanted to show off my new game!"

Sighing, Julia grabbed her backpack and pulled out her Game Boy Advance. It was fairly old, and her brother had broken it. She had managed to fix it with some well-placed duct tape and a rubber band. Carefully flipping it on, she waited until the start game screen was visible and selected continue. She was quickly absorbed into Harvest Moon.

The last occupant of the backseat was Rachel. She sat calmly, gazing out the window. She was a brunette with very short hair. Here eyes were a gorgeous brown. She wore a fairly simple outfit of blue jeans and a plain black shirt. A small appliqué of a rose was sewn onto the right shoulder. She, too, was also taller than Julia.

It took a little longer to get to their grandmother's than normal. The streets were unusually busy and it seemed that every stoplight turned red as they neared. What was supposed to be a twenty-minute ride was extended to a near forty-five minute ride. The car finally came to a stop at the curb just before a simple, white house.

The little housing community was well maintained. It had its multitude of cul-de-sacs and the occasional park. The roads were newly tarred and the cement sidewalks had some new replacements. The trees were freshly pruned, though they were bare skeletons for the beginning of the winter season.

Even before the car's engine was turned off, Bobby bolted from the car to find Kevin, a younger cousin. Their mother huffed in annoyance that he had not even bothered to stop and assist her.

Rachel exited and gently picked up the plate of cookies she had made. They were oatmeal raisin, because the recipe was the only one that their cousin Catherine could eat. She quickly walked up the driveway and to the front door, where one of their aunts held the door open.

Julia's mother huffed yet again, and grabbed another plate of pastries. She straightened up and turned to Julia, who was grabbing her backpack. Julia noticed her and tried to make a hasty exit, not wanting to be the one to tote the floral arrangement to the house.

Clearing her throat, her mother requested, "Julie, be a dear and grab the centerpiece. I have my hands full." That done, her mother started up the driveway to the house.

Julia sighed and closed the back car door. Roughly yanking the passenger door open, she grabbed the monstrous arrangement and slammed the car door shut with her foot. She didn't even bother to lock the car door, annoyed with the fact that she had to carry the arrangement.

She hefted her backpack higher, and shifted the arrangement to a more comfortable position. She began her careful waddle up the driveway.

Seated on the neatly shorn grass just before the house was a group of pre-teens and teens. They were chatting and enjoying the near-perfect weather. Bobby had joined them, noticing that Kevin was part of the small group. They were currently looking at the booklet that had been hidden inside Bobby's game case.

One of the girls sitting in the group looked up and smiled at Julia.

"Heya, Jewels! You're late, ya know that?" the girl smiled in good humor. "What the hell are you carrying?"

Julia sighed and smiled almost convincingly at Sarah, another of her cousins. "Mom made it. She had her hands full so I'm carrying it for her."

Sarah's green eyes sparked with laughter. "Cool," Sarah said, getting up. She dusted off the bottom of her blue jeans and adjusted her black hoodie. "Well, do you have anything I can help carry in?"

"Nope, but if you could hold the door open, I'd appreciate it," Julia suggested, continuing up the walkway. "I've got a really cool CD that I want to have you listen to. I also have some more of my story written. You said you wanted to read it. It's nearly finished."

" 'Kay," was all Sarah said, walking past her and up to the door. She held open the storm door with an overly dramatic bow. "Your door is open!"

Julia smiled brightly and stepped though. She nearly collided with her cousin Christopher. She smiled down at him through the flowers, and he smiled uncertainly back at her before rushing out the door to find Bobby and Kevin.

"Julie, dear," her grandmother exclaimed, rushing over to her. "What is this? Did your mother make it? It's beautiful! Donna, Joanne, Heike, Katie, Michelle, look at what Mary made this year!"

Her grandmother, showing amazing strength, snatched the arrangement from Julia's arms and went to show the centerpiece to the five women seated at the kitchen table.

Sarah snorted in amusement. She ran a hand through her short, blonde hair. Her green eyes were lit with amusement. Turning to Julia, she smiled. "Well, are you going to show me your story?"

"Oh, right." Julia snapped out of her shock, blinking. She swung the much-loved backpack off her shoulders.

Just as she was about to open her backpack, another cousin appeared. She looked like a younger, brown-haired version of Sarah. She wore a plain, yellow pastel dress with black leggings beneath. Her long hair was pulled back into a tail.

"Hey, Julie," she said, tossing a glare at Sarah. "You gonna come with us to the park?"

Julia looked at Sarah, who shrugged. "Sure, I guess, Eileen. Which one?"

Smiling cheekily, Eileen stated, "The small one. It's got better equipment."

"Fine."

"Sweet! I'll go find Rachel and see if she wants to go." Eileen disappeared down a set of steps with the intent of finding and convincing Rachel to go.

Julia looked over at Sarah, surprised to see her slightly fuming. "You can read it at the park, Sarah, right? If you want me to, I'll stay here. We can set up the playstation for DDR."

"No, no. It's fine. I'll go with you," Sarah near growled. She stomped over to her mother, informing the group of women that they'd be going to the park and not to wait to eat the turkey. They would eat what was left when they got back.

As she exited the kitchen, Sarah snagged a roll. She nearly bumped Eileen back down the set of stairs. Eileen growled at Sarah, and Julie noticed that she was dragging a very unwilling Rachel behind her.

"Come on, Rachel," Eileen whined. "We're not going to be gone too long. You can still watch anime when we come back."

Rachel growled at her and stomped out the door. Her newest book was firmly in hand. "I wasn't watching TV! I was reading," she mumbled in annoyance.

Julia, Sarah, and Eileen went to go join the group that was gathering outside. Bobby, Kevin, Christopher, and Catherine were also going to the park. Matt, nearly a year younger than Julia, decided to stay, stating that he would rather hang around the house.

The walk to the small park was a short one, even with Bobby messing around and making up silly jokes. Even the nice weather could not bring out the younger children that live the small housing community. They were content to stay in their homes and watch TV.

The park entrance was newly cemented and the asphalt track was newly tarred. The dual bridges over a small creek had some boards replaced. The playground was hidden in an alcove of trees. It was now a plastic fortress instead of a wooden one.

"Oh, man!" Eileen exclaimed, stomping her foot. "They went and replaced this one, too!

Julia smiled over at her. "You're the one who wanted to go here, 'Leen. I really don't care which park we go to. They're both the same walking distance away."

Sighing, Eileen followed the others toward the playground. She grabbed the first swing she found and plopped into it. "Great."

Julia sat down at the new picnic table that was staked and cemented into the ground. Sarah sat across from her and looked at her expectantly.

Julia took the backpack from her shoulders just as Bobby rushed by. He snagged the backpack and darted to the nearest bridge. He smiled brightly at her, taunting her. As Julia started to stand, Bobby held the backpack over the bridge, threatening to let it drop into the creek.

"Come on, Julie! You know you want it!"

Julia sat, crossing her arms. "Go to hell, Bobby!" she growled. She stretched her arms across the table and rested her chin on them. "You'll just be breaking my Game Boy, and you'll have to buy me a new one."

Sarah smiled at her before pushing herself up and stalking menacingly toward Bobby. Bobby grinned at her and ran.

Sighing, Julia closed her eyes. She felt so tired lately. Weird things kept happening to her as well. It started with her dreams. They always focused on a blonde-haired girl, a necklace, and a blue cap. Then came the writing. She could write poem after creepy poem. Her stories were getting darker as well. So dark she hid them from her sister, who loved to read her stories. On of her CD-RWs was somehow passworded, and she couldn't figure out what was on it. Her father had tried to get into it, but it broke at least two of his computers. Then papers and things she loved kept disappearing. Boxes of comic books, manga, and regular reading books were gone. Her writing disks had disappeared. Even some of her favorite clothing was gone.

Julia yawned, and, in the shade of the trees on a near-perfect day, fell asleep.

She noticed something was wrong almost immediately. There were no forest noises. She couldn't hear her cousins' or siblings' happy cries or exclamations of boredom. They blonde-haired girl was nowhere to be found. No cap. No necklace.

Julia started awake, and stared around herself in horrified surprise.

Gone was the small park, her cousins, even the picnic table. Everything was replaced by marble, metal, and dark brocade. There was very little light in the dark room she had found herself in, but it looked to be a sitting room.

She heard muffled footsteps just outside the room. They stopped and Julia frantically looked around for a place to hide. The meager couches, armchairs, and tapestry did not allow her room to hide. A soft click of a door unlatching had her curling up into a ball to avoid being found. Something in her knew that nothing good would come of being found.

A sliver of light upon the floor near her feet had her shivering in fear. She watched in horrified fascination as the door was swung open completely, revealing her frightened form.

One of the two shadows, Julia couldn't see them clearly, slinked into the room. The ominous tap of boot heels on marble echoed in the room.

"And what is this we have stumbled upon? A little human girl in our midst? Scott, be a dear and flip the lights. I think we need a better look at who stumbled past security."

There was a soft click and the sconces on the wall flared to life. They were lit by something akin to fire, but burned brighter than fluorescent.

Julia winced in pain at the sudden brightness, and hid her eyes.

"Aw, the poor dear's scared out of her wits, Jamie," the male leaning against the doorjamb stated.

The one called Jamie lifted Julia's face up. The first thing Julia noticed about Jamie were her eyes. The iris was bright, cherry red. They seemed to glow slightly even in the brightly lit room. The next thing Julia noticed were her teeth, the top canines were sharpened to points, clearly visible because of her amused grin. Her hair was short with tight curls of orange. A black-ringed, golden crescent moon was visible on her left shoulder. She wore a small, spaghetti-strapped tank, black leggings, and black, shiny knee high boots with numerous decorative buckles.

Jamie chuckled. She looked slightly back at the man in the doorway. "Scott, let's just kill her now!" Her eyes were glowing red. "David'll never know!"

Jamie was smiling manically as she stood to full height. She drew back a hand with long, black-painted nails. Julia watched in horror as they grew to form claws.

Julia curled in on herself, trying to protect herself from the inevitable blow.

Jamie smirked even wider, swinging her now wickedly clawed hand to strike. It was deftly caught only a few inches from Julia's face. Julia's eyes opened, and she chanced a glance at the now immobile hand.

"Hold on, Jamie-love," Scott growled. He was near crushing Jamie's wrist, pulling it back from the still frightened Julia. "We'll take the girl to Master David. Remember the last one you killed behind his back? Dropped you down a mark, didn't he? Are you certain you want to be dropped another rank or killed?"

Scott's eyes were glowing the same cherry color as Jamie's. He was dressed simply with a black muscle tee, leather pants, and a pair of black hightops. His hair was a neatly cut green.

Jamie wrenched her wrist from Scott's grasp. "Fine," she snarled, rubbing her visibly bruised wrist. "You're no fun, Scott." She stuck her lip out in a pout.

Scott smiled winningly at her, brushing a thumb against her bottom lip. " 'Course I am, Jamie. Just don't want you to get punished for doing something you love to do."

Scott turned his now smirk at a petrified Julia, who was still curled up in a ball. "Now, lovely, we're gonna go talk to David about you. I'm sure he'll love to meet you." He grabbed one of her wrists and pulled her into a fireman's carry. Julia lay there limply, turning her head to look at the floor. Satisfied with her lack of movement, Scott turned to Jamie, grinning. "Come along now, Jamie!"

Jamie pouted at Scott for a moment more before grinning right back. "Right!"

The marble corridors seemed to be one large maze. Julia lost track of the staircases, doors, and halls they passed. Every inch of the building was as richly decorated as the room she'd originally found herself in. Hung on the walls were large, original paintings depicting mostly dark scenes. They were placed every three doors. They passed very few people in the corridor. Every single one would glance at her before continuing on their business.

Her captors stopped before a set of doors. It was intricately inlaid with gold, depicting nothing darker than simple roses dripping with blood. Jamie gave Scott a glance before hesitantly knocking.

"WHAT?"

Jamie glanced nervously at Scott. "Um, Master David, we found an intruder. What would you like us to do with her?"

There was a loud roar of laughter. "Do you hear that, Lia? Divine intervention indeed!" There was another peal of raucous laugher, followed closely by a gurgled cry.

The doors swung suddenly inward by its own will, startling the three in the corridor. Julia buried her face in Scott's arm. There was a gasp from Jamie. Scott, however, flinched only slightly. Julia opened her eyes into slits as Scott took a cautious step into the room. Her eyes widened and she nearly went into hysterics at the bloody splashes on the pristine floor.

"Put me down! Let me go! I didn't do anything wrong," she cried, struggling to get free from Scott's grasp. She fought harder as the little splashes turned to puddles. "No! I wanna go back! Don't hurt me!"

Julia jerked at the low chuckle that filled the room.

"Put her down, Scott," the voice growled. "Then you may leave."

Scott hesitated.

"ANYWHERE!"

Julia was roughly dropped to the floor, and directly into a puddle of blood. She cried out in shocked horror. She stared in horrified silence at the blood on her fingers and clothing.

The doors slammed shut behind Scott and Jamie as the fled to the safety of another room. Julia didn't even hear it. She was too focused on the cool blood soaking into her clothing.

"Well, Lia," a man's voice filled the echoic room, "she doesn't look like much. Perhaps I should kill her now and spare myself the trouble of killing her later."

There was a very wet laugh off to Julia's right. Julia's head snapped toward the source of the noise.

Propped against a heavy piece of metal was a girl. She appeared, through the layer of blood and bruises, to be two years older than Julia. She was smiling, though it was closer to a grimace. She was tall, model tall. Her close-fitting shirt and pants were blood-splattered blue. The girl's blonde hair stuck to her face with drying blood. On top her head was a surprisingly clean, blue ball cap.

Another wet laugh broke from the girl's lips.

"I dunno, David," she coughed out, holding her ribcage. It was obviously what pained her most. "You can never judge what Greene or the Council are thinking when they choose. Perhaps even the Princess chose her?"

A man dressed completely in black stalked over to Lia and kicked her sharply in the stomach. His long, black hair was pulled into a tail. His eyes swirled with silver and cherry red. He wore a perfectly tailored business suit and over that, even though it was sweltering in the large room, a long trench coat.

Lia coughed blood, landing on her side. "Bastard."

"Do not joke with me, Lia," the man snarled, giving her another sharp kick. "You know nothing about the Princess!"

During the exchange, Julia took stock of the room. It had been a pristine computer lab. The room was full of sharp corners, metal corners. The computer equipment had been completely destroyed. Sprawled across the room were twelve mutilated bodies. There was not much left of any of the lumps of flesh. Limbs were strewn around the room. Beside her was a purple covered arm. The bone was sticking through the skin. Julia choked down vomit. On one surprisingly clean console, twelve ball caps were arranged neatly and carefully.

Julia turned her attention to Lia and David, who were throwing insults at each other. Lia took another blow to the ribs and caught Julia's frightened gaze.

<Hey, kid! He's gonna kill me soon, and they you right after. Grab the cap I'm wearing before he does. It will get you out of here. Hurry now!>

Lia turned a smirk up at David, who towered over her. The effect was ruined by the splits in her lips, blood welling in swelling cuts. "I know more about the Princess than you do, David. She despised you, hated you more than even her mother."

David's once swirled eyes went completely to glowing red. He snatched Lia up and shook her harshly. Her head snapped back and forth sharply. "Shut up, Lia! You know nothing!"

"I know plenty, you bastard. I know your connection to Greene and the Council. I know that -"

David changed his harsh grip to her neck, squeezing. Lia choked, gripping his wrists. He snarled at her.

"Die."

Julia sat stock-still as Lia came flying across the room to smack into a protruding metal edge. A loud crack echoed in the room, and Lia fell to the floor in a bloody heap beside Julia. Her lifeless blue eyes stared up at Julia.

Julia was horrified, staring at the dead girl in shock.

<Kid,> Lia's voice breezed through her mind, <grab the cap now! He'll not hesitate to kill you. He doesn't like questions.>

Julia felt as though she were moving through water. Her hand slowly stretched out and grabbed the cap. As her fingers touched it, time sped up. She yanked the ball cap from Lia's head and placed it on her own.

"What do you think you are doing, child," David sneered from above her. "The cap will not help you until you know how to use it."

Julia found a wicked looking blade at her neck. She stared up at David, frightened for her life.

I wanna go home!

"Die, child!"

Julia screamed in fright as she suddenly fell through the floor.

Julia awoke violently, and looked about frantically.

" 'Bout time you woke up, Julie," jeered a frowning Sarah. She sat across from Julia. Julia's backpack was slung over her shoulder. She looked annoyed, tapping her fingers against a folded arm. "The others went back to grandma's a half-hour ago. Haven't you slept lately?"

Julia rubbed at one of her eyes. "Just a dream. It was just a dream."

"Hey, Julie, didn't you have that ratty Indians cap on before," Sarah inquired, touching the cap's bill. "Well, let's head back. Turkey should be served by now."

Sarah started toward the park's entrance without looking back at Julia.

Shakily, Julia took the ball cap off her head. She bit her lip at the now non-ratty cap, worried what it could mean.

"It was just a dream, wasn't it?"

"Julia! Come on!"

Sighing, Julia put the cap back on her head and ran to catch up with her cousin.

"So, Jewels, where'd you get the baseball cap," Sarah inquired when Julia huffed up to her. "Certainly isn't Bobby's. He likes his wardrobe loud but dark. It isn't Rae's either. Her wardrobe is black, black, and the occasional red."

"Uh. I found it?" Julia supplied.

The pair exited the park and headed up the street toward their grandmother's house. The streets were deserted.

"Ha! Nice one, Julie. Guess, again."

"I don't know where it came from, Sarah! I went to sleep with my Indians hat on, and woke with this one on my head. I bet it's you and Bobby messing with me."

Sarah stopped and glared at Julia. "I didn't even go near you, Julie! I spent at least ten minutes trying to get your stupid backpack back from your brother. Don't yell at me!"

They glared at each other a moment longer before continuing down the street. They turned onto the cul-de-sac. Julia took note of the cars parked on the street. It looked like the entire family was still visiting. Which was unusual because Aunt Donna normally went to have Thanksgiving with her mother-in-law as well. They started across the grass to the front door. A soccer ball and t-ball bat lay abandoned on the grass.

As Julia reached for the doorknob, Sarah grabbed her wrist. Julia looked at her curiously.

"Julie," Sarah started, worry apparent in her tone, "doesn't something feel a little off?"

"Like what?" Julia whispered, looking around.

"The heavy curtains have been pulled over the family room window, the storm door and the wood door are closed, and even though both are closed, wouldn't we be able to hear at least some noise? We're not a soft-spoken family. Aunt Donna should have left before now, and even Matt's car is still here," Sarah pointed out.

She pulled open the storm door and reached for the knob.

"Sarah," Julia said, cringing as the knob turned. The images of Lia dead flashed across her mind.

"We're back, everyone," Sarah announced as she pushed the door open.

<Get down!>

Julia blinked, but tackled Sarah to the floor. No easy task because Sarah had always been taller than Julia, if not stronger as well.

"What the hell -"

The slamming of the door cut off Sarah. It was followed swiftly by the sound of something sharp slicing though the air where Sarah had been standing. Two thunks into the heavy door had Julia's eyes widening in fright.

A low, highly amused chuckle filled the front entrance.

"Two children, I see," a man's amused voice stated. "Name yourselves."

"Julia Turos," Julia informed, sitting up. She was surprised by the fact her reply was steady and strong. She knew that voice.

"Sarah Schleuter," Sarah supplied. "Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want?"

Another amused chuckle was her reply.

"David," Julia informed her cousin in a whisper.

"How -"

"So, Julia, do you want to see what stealing my prize has rewarded you with," David asked. Red eyes appeared on the stairwell to their right. "I am sure you will love it."

The lights flickered on.

Julia let a strangled gasp escape. "No."

Sarah stood on weak legs. Her hands were fisted white at her sides.

The once cream walls were painted with large splashes of bright and rust-colored red. In the front entrance, Alby, their grandmother's cat, lay. Her head had been slicked cleanly off her body and her stomach sliced open, allowing blood and other things to spill across the floor.

In the family room, cards and games were tossed carelessly. Christopher, Matt, and Kevin had their necks sliced open to look like big, red-painted smiles.

At the kitchen table just behind Alby, Julia and Sarah's aunts and mothers sat with that same bloody smile.

"No. Nonono…" Julia started to cry.

"It is like this throughout the house, children," David sneered. "And, Julia, it is all your fault. If you had just left the hat be and died like you were supposed to, then none of this would have happened."

"You bastard!" Sarah screamed, rushing to pummel the heartless killer into the ground.

David just smiled and tossed a body at her. She automatically caught it and fell back.

"Bobby," she choked out, seeing her cousin's bloody face.

Bobby's eyes slit open. "Hi, S…Sa…rah. Are you a…al…ive? Is Jul…Julie o…kay?"

"We're fine, Bobby," Sarah whispered. "You'll be fine as well. We'll go call an ambulance for you."

"Guess again, child," David stated, appearing just above her. A wicked, weaving blade was in his hand. It was already smeared with blood. "Your cousin needs to pay for her misdeed."

"You heartless, murdering son of a bitch," Julia growled, tackling David like a seasoned football player.

Grappling for the blade, she ordered, "Sarah, get out of here! Now!"

Snarling, David tossed Julia off himself and over Sarah into the bloody, family room. "No, you do not, girl! You cannot save them! They will die, and you will follow soon after!"

He stood swiftly and stormed toward Sarah and Bobby. The blade appeared in his grasp, and he hefted it to strike.

"No!" Julia screamed. She was picking herself off the now destroyed coffee table and knew she couldn't get to them in time. She stretched out a hand, tears streaming down her face.

For a second everything was stuck in frozen tableaux. Time stopped. Sarah suddenly shrieked in fright as she and Bobby fell through the floor. The blade hit and cut into the tiled floor. David's eyes were narrowed in anger as he swung to face Julia.

Julia let her hand fall into her lap, staring in bewilderment at the spot the blade had hit. Empty. Sarah and Bobby had disappeared. She looked up in fright as David stalked toward her.

"You stupid meddling little bitch," David growled, pointing the blade at her. "You will die first then, girl!"

Julia glared up at him. "I will never forgive you for killing my family, David. I will do whatever I can to make you pay for spilling their blood."

David burst into laughter. "Good one, little bitch! You will soon be dead, and the dead cannot avenge for the dead."

He drew to quick red lines with his blade. Julia's cheeks stung. "I shall see you in hell, girl!" He pulled to strike the final blow.

Julia blinked in surprise when he suddenly disappeared. She winced when the lights flickered even brighter. The bloody walls, floor and bodies were now fully visible.

"Julia."

Startled, Julia looked directly across from where she sat. An antique cherry-stained door now replaced the white closet door. She stood stiffly and carefully picked her way to the door.

Julia hesitantly touched the golden doorknob. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open. Pausing, she turned to look back at the gruesome scene laid out behind her. Fresh tears filled her eyes and she stepped through, silently closing the door behind her.

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I would like to dedicate this chapter to my cousin. Bunny-chan, I wrote this after hanging with you at your Anime Club. I hope you liked it. Well, actually, I only dedicate the happy part to you. The dark part was all my doing.

It's turning into a darker story quicker that I thought. Believe me when I say this, it will get darker. If you've ever read my original chapter, you'll notice I've split it into two chapters, and that I've described the deaths a lot more. That's thanks to all the freaky dreams I've been having.

Tell me what you thought!