Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Vessel ❯ Pick Me, Pick Me ( Chapter 13 )

Pick Me, Pick Me

-Reily-

It's not over yet. I still have this… artifact inside me. I still don't understand what it is. I don't like it. But I can't take it out. Melissa embedded it in my soul. Someone tried. But that didn't work. I still have it in my soul. I doubt this will be the last attack against me.

However, I am not alone.

Quinn saved me from Hell. I barely know him, but I have seen him at my school. We never crossed paths. But he knows who I am. I have so many questions.

“Hey!”

Quinn and I looked up. Melissa stood behind him, waving.

“Where have you been?” I asked. She grinned.

“Oh, you know,” she said. “Just fighting off bounty hunters. The usual.” I frowned at her.

Then there's her. She got me into this in the first place. She put the artifact in my soul. Now, I am being hunted. Quinn turned his head.

“Uh… who are you?” he asked.

“Hello, Quinn,” Melissa said.

“Where are we?” I asked. “We're back on Earth, right? This is real, right?”

“Yeah,” she said. I could fall back in joy. We were home. We did it. We really did it.

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Quinn has been by my side ever since. I'm worried about him. He looks sick all the time. He barely eats. When he does, he can't keep it down. His body gets weaker, but the hunger gets stronger.

“Are you alright?” I asked. He never answers me. I don't know how to help him. Still, he won't leave my side.

“He's bitten,” Melissa said.

“Huh?” I asked.

“It's a demon bat,” she said.

“A what?” I asked. Melissa smiled, no she grinned at me. I raised my eyebrow.

“Do I want to know?” I asked.

“Uh-huh!” Melissa said. I rolled my eyes. She was going to tell me anyway, wasn't she? I should've known.

I threw up my hands.

“Fine. What is it?” I asked. She broke down and told me everything.

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-Quinn-

The pain keeps getting worse. I don't know what to do. I don't want to kill Reily but I have to protect her. I don't want to be a monster. My body trembled.

That weird lady offered to help me.

“I know how to cure the poison,” she said. I don't know if I can trust her. But what choice do I have? Things are about to get worse. I can already see it coming.

It all started with a note under her door.

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