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After a good couple of hours beating on the bag, Vergil decided it was time to be heading back. Grabbing everything that he brought with him, he left the gym and headed back to the dorm. Once there, he climbed into his bed and drifted off to sleep.

 

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Isabella dropped her book bag on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. The more she pondered about that email, the more she felt that her time was being wasted. Why not go find one of those other recipients? A voice in her head whispered to her. Isabella frowned. She didn't know how she felt about being so proactive about it. One one hand, she might actually get some information. On the other, would they be suspicious of her? The email had rules after its message. What happened to those who broke them?​

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Isabella gazed over at the empty bed next to her. Tomorrow would mark a week from the day she arrived at Brookbridge, and she had not seen a single sign of her roommate. She felt her heart drop. Was her roommate one of the other email recipients? If so, had she broken one of the rules. No. That kind of thinking wouldn't help her. She grabbed one of the books from the library and opened it up to a random page. It didn't matter which it was; anything to get her mind away from those grim thoughts. As her eyes darted back and forth against the pale pages, she felt her eyelids growing heavier, before finally drifting off to sleep.​

 

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"Ah yes school...if you exclude the incessant and annoying squabbling of girls then yes I can without a doubt say school was quite dull" Darrius said as he crossed his arms "In general things have...lost their spark....things used to be far more interesting....though now it has dimmed down" Darrius said closing his eyes as he let out a small chuckle "but then again, if something is boring or dull, then you must simply make it fun...it just takes some imagination after all" Darrius said with a smile

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The eyes of Casey began to flutter open as his fatigue began to slowly fade away. Still groggy, Casey awoke and soon realized he was in a warm yet unknown place "Damn how long have I been out?" Casey muttered as he sat up

"Awright wee jimmy urr ye awake?" said a totally unknown voiced that caused the pink haired teen to immediately jump

"AFHERGEGVER WHAT THE HELL?!" Casey yelled as he glanced over at a huge muscular man that had a huge curly red beard "who the hell are you and where the hell am I?!" Casey yelled.

"They ca' me Mr.Mcdonald 'n' this is th' back o' mah restaurant. Ah fun ye deep in th' snowstorm 'n' brought ye in" The restaurant owner said as he crossed his arms and grinned

"Ermmm....I can't really understand with that accent and all...but something about what you said sounds really important....something that reminds me of what I should be doing" Casey said as he crossed his arm and cupped his chin with one hand "hmmmmmmmm.........OH MY GOD NOW I SEE WHAT IT IS" Casey yelled as he pointed at Mr.Mcdonald "YOUR RONALD MCDONALD AND WE ARE IN THE BACK OF A MCDONALDS RESTAURANT!" Casey said totally excited
"Whit? na ah-" Mr.Mcdonald began to say but was immediately cut off by Casey

"So where is your make-up Ronald? where is that freaky purple thing? how come it doesn't smell like burgers in here" Casey began to question as Mr.Mcdonald facepalmed and walked away. To his dismay Casey began to follow and continue his questioning.

 

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"Only mildly terrified." ​

"...but then again, if something is boring or dull, then you must simply make it fun...it just takes some imagination after all"​

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Bronagh remembered something as he said these words and she laughed to herself then decided to talk, "This one day at school when I was in 7th grade, there was this one kid at Bellhurst who got really bored during pre-algebra and asked to go to the bathroom. Now, it's the middle of March so you don't really expect anything... but after about 10 minutes he comes back into the room."​

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She sat back for a second and coughed before continuing, "The thing about this kid was that he had long hair when he went to the bathroom, and he came back with his head completely shaved." She laughed out loud again before continuing, "I do not remember who he was but I just remember hearing about the poor kid getting in a lot of trouble for... cutting his hair. But, it was 2nd period. So everyone was talking about it all full of energy for the rest of the day." Bronagh sat up again still laughing about it, "I don't know if anybody else remembers it but I definitely do. That's a way to make the school day less boring."​

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She took a sip of bottled water that she had on the table she was at and then continued, "I mean no one has to do that exact same thing again, but something like that definitely makes a day better."​

 

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Bernadette had an excruciating lesson with Caden. He was...frustrating. Caden had harped her on every mispronunciation she made. Nothing she said had been good enough. Now, after a taxing dinner-less evening, she was finally walking back into her dorm room. She greeted Daniel, but was not nearly as bright and cheery as usual. Bernie dropped her bag carelessly on the floor and went about getting ready for bed. She was worn out from the entire experience. With a quick goodnight to Daniel, she curled up in her bed and went to sleep.

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After that brief crossing in the hallway, Kallisti hadn't seen her cousin again.

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She sighed to herself as she walked away from the Heliocanthea. Today had been a safe day, which she was glad for. No fights, no arguments, she gave no one cross looks. She had stayed clean today. Hopefully, this could become a habit, become the way it used to be. Then again . . . With this game, she had her doubts.​

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She knew, though she didn't want to admit, that she was running out of time. There was only so long she had to do the summoning before Crestatia would kill her, but if she were honest, she was scared of the outcome. She knew that when it came, she would be calm and collected, but she liked to think that most people wouldn't fare well against a demon that held their lives.​

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I should have retrieved Miss Bronagh's number . . . she thought as she walked into the girls' dorms. This would be the first time in nearly a week that she would see Cristina.​

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When she walked into the room, Kallisti had been expecting to see her mute roommate on the bed, sketching something, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was a bit of a relief, because after being gone all of that time, the last thing she really felt like doing was explaining herself. Then again, Cristina being her roommate, she felt that the girl had . . . some right to know even a bit of why she was gone.​

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Would it be a good idea to tell her about the summoning? Perhaps, if she hadn't already told Harley and Bronagh.​

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She wondered what Madeline would have said about it. Would she and Temperance have wanted to help?​

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She shook her head and fought back the tiredness that overcame her as she stripped off her long, white stockings. She hated having to wear these things. The rest of her uniform came off, and she laid on her bed for a few minutes, only in her undergarments.​

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Her body felt disgusting, she felt disgusting. When the shivers and jolts came, she was off of her bed and showering, trying to wash away her shame. How awful.​

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The other was startled by his presence, proving that his arrival had not been plotted out with this one. That was a relief, though it meant he was with a stranger. Not an appealing thought.

At least with the given silence there was time to observe the subject. Approximately the same age, not a local, just as wary of him as Elliot was of him. Either not much for words or just thrown off of his usual behaviors in the strange situation.

It was strange though. No way was this boy a student here, not since before the Bellhurst kids moved on, but something about his face seemed familiar. Even in this poor lighting he could see the details of it, but there wasn't enough to place a name. So right now they may as well simply passed each other on the street once or twice. But perhaps it was more...

Maybe he was going to introduce himself and that is why he was opening his mouth now. That would have been nice but unfortunately it did not happen as a click was heard. The unknown subject headed towards the sound which was a passage opening.

Following after Elliot found himself in a more open space. Compared to the cramped room before it would have been a welcoming change if not for the darkness. Open darkness... Normally this would be avoided like physical contact but as a scientific man he could not turn away from something without answers before finding them. Still...moving forward was difficult. Closing his eyes allowed the boy to imagine things with light but that helped little. Nonetheless he continued.

It wasn't until the static until he opened his eyes only to close them again shortly after. What a headache.

A few more steps were taken before the new environment became too much. There was a scent and a thud. Neither were identified before his body became too heavy and he found himself falling. In his last moments of consciousness there was a voice, soft like a whisper, saying a jumbled sentence.

 

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"Only mildly terrified." ​

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After Bronagh had told the story she decided it was the best time to leave, before she left though Darrius gave her his number which she realized she never received although she had given out her own.​

As she headed back to her room she realized that Quin never ended up finding her. She still had no contact info about her, but she remembered that Quin had that violin and a small conversation Quin and Bernie had before showed that she went to the Orchestra Hall to practice it. If she wanted to find her, that may or may not be the best place to find her.​

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Bronagh didn't eat dinner because she was tired, and decided she would just shower in the morning rather than at night like she usually did. She changed into PJ's and climbed into bed tiredly. She fell asleep slowly with a smile on her face.​

 

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Unfortunately Mrs. Price did not return with a verdict by the time first period ended, so Theodore found himself going to class as usual with an extra dose of anxiety.

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He grimaced in disgust once leaving the hall of his last period. He didn't mind the snow, but the filthy slush and ice that was left after a storm was appalling. His eyes stayed down as he made the trip back to his dorm, so that he could better steer himself around the slushy puddles that the Brookridge janitorial staff were taking their time attending to. Positively disgusting. ​

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Once returned to his dorm, Theodore prepared the table for studying and did so until his dorm mate, DeAndre walked through the door. He hadn't really bothered to interact with DeAndre much since meeting him. Seemed like a shady guy and he had actually been meaning to report him. There had been various instances of Theodore waking up in the middle of the night to the dark, quiet boy sitting on his bed twirling a knife between his fingers or similar.

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It felt like forever since Nora had seen Bronagh. Unfortunately, she returned home late from therapy and grabbing a bite to eat with Karen, so she was unable to catch up the way she had wanted to. After a nice hot shower and some homework, Nora curled up in her bed and closed her eyes to sleep.

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"Fur th' lest time ah'ament Ronald McDonald"
Mr.Mcdonald yelled as Casey continued to follow and ask questions only suited for the actual Ronald McDonald.

"hmmmm....maybe you aren't actually Ronald McDonald...this place sure isn't like a McDonalds...you really should put up a we are open sign or something...its really empty" Casey said glancing around at the empty restaurant. Had he actually understood what most of Mr.Mcdonald's words were then he wouldn't have necessarily been asking all these questions that were answered so many times.

Just hearing the boy incisively continue to babble on almost drove the man mad. The man's eye just twitched on as he listened and answered the questions. "Oi Whit's yer name anyways" Mr.McDonald muttered to Casey.

"Hmmm? my name is Casey...Casey Heckles" Casey said with a smile
Immediately upon hearing the boy's name, Mr.McDonald froze and facepalmed hard. "Och fur god sakes yer Jacob's wee kid?" Mr.McDonald groaned as he pointed towards the bed Casey had awoken from "You'd best kip thare, tis tae late fur ye tae be traivelin oot in th' middle o' th' nicht" Mr.Mcdonald said

Taking a second to understand what the man said, Casey nodded "Alright I'm guessing you want me to sleep over...I think....well I won't complain" Casey said skipping over to his bed "Night Ronald" Casey yelled upon entering his bed.

"Fur th' lest time tis Fergus" Mr.Mcdonald yelled back as the two fell asleep as the night went on.

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With their little conversation over, Darrius gave Bronagh his number and with this the two were off on their separate ways. Returning to his dorm, Darrius collapsed on his bed and smiled. It felt wonderful to have a friend like her, one that was different from the rest. with a smile Darrius drifted off to sleep.

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The whole day for Altair was dull and pretty uneventful. He had hoped to see Heidi back in his room but in the end he received a mixed feeling, one of joy that she was relaxing in the hospital and one of disappointment that she wasn't around. It was odd not seeing her still in his room and without Tyler the room felt a bit lonely. When Altair thought about it he felt maybe it was best that Heidi and him were separated that day. The topic of Heidi's other side really was on his mind and he began to ponder....just how would he use this to an advantage? It was an evil thought, but Altair knew that the girl would eventually slip at some point and release it. He knew it would definitely be a game changer in this game and had to be dealt with professionally without harming his new sister. He found amusement and self hatred at the same time. These two thought waged war against each other and in the end brought a massive migraine to Altair's head. With this Altair slept on his bed.

 

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DAY 42​

January 10th, Thursday​

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT !! • WEARING !! }​

{ OOC : STARTS OFF THE DAY FOR ONCE. I CAN'T SLEEP. SIGH. }​

{ DAY : 42 - 1/3 ] • [ JANUARY 10, 2013 } • { LOCATION : CAFE//HALLWAYS }​

{ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • DISDAIN } • { MOOD : THOUGHTFUL//CALM }​

It was early morning when Kallisti woke up. It felt strange; she hadn't been up this early in what felt like a long time, now.

Now that she was up, she thought that she might as well spend some of this quiet time thinking about the questions she was going to ask Crestatia. There was little time left, and it could be any minute that the demon would kill her.

So . . .

As far as she had gathered over the last forty-something days, Crestatia would only answer with vague answers if the question wasn't specific enough. Kallisti gathered that she had to be very careful and thorough in her wording - not blow up the sentence needlessly as she usually did, but use key words and other phrases to get the answers she wanted.

The topic of her personal survival seemed like a rather good place to start, and then if things went well enough after that, Kallisti felt that the other questions might come more naturally.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't nervous; it wasn't often that you spoke to the person who you knew held your life in your hands. She would have to suck it up though, because there was nothing else to be done. If she didn't do the summoning today, Kallisti knew that it was all over for her.

The hours ticked by as she thought about questions and their possible answers. When the hour before classes began rolled around, Kallisti was out the door, heading to Ishmael Café to get coffee.

As she walked, she was tempted to adjust her ever-uncomfortable stockings, but she didn't want to stop walking since this morning was particularly cold. Snow was still in piles all around her, but thankfully, the sidewalk was clear enough, She only had to make sure of her not slipping and falling on her ass.

She kept to herself in the café for about thirty minutes and realized that she had yet to notify Bronagh that she decided today was the summoning day. After removing her coat, Kallisti pulled out her phone, and typed up a text post to Tumblr. There was little information in the message, but she didn't want people to know what she was up to quite yet. She had been rather vigilant about staying silent.

With classes drawing near, Kallisti sighed and buttoned up her coat. The warmness of the coffee cup nearly burned her hand, but it felt nice - comforting almost. She grabbed her school bag and violin and then left the cafe for her first class of the morning.

If a special hell existed for those of them in the game, she hoped it might feel something like her coffee cup.

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When Harley woke up that morning, he knew that he wouldn't be going to school today. He'd be lucky if he was ever going anywhere again because, for some ludicrous reason, he was terrified out of his mind.

Then again, it might have had something to do with his nightmare. Just a hunch.

The room that he had woken up in was fairly nice, and he found a bit of comfort in knowing that he was still in the mysterious mansion that he had been taken to last night. It was a bit . . . crazy, what was happening, almost something out of a movie, but Harley felt that he might be handling this better than most people would.

Sitting in the modern-looking chair was a set of clothing and shoes, which he quickly put on upon realizing that he was pretty much naked. Disregarding the socks, Harley felt nice in the hoodie that had been provided, and the jeans were pretty damn comfortable as well. Whoever picked out his clothing must have known him ( or stalked him ) pretty well.

With a calming breath, he walked out of the room and into an almost Oriental-styled hallway, something that wasn't much contrast from his room. Adorning the walls were several well-painted wall scrolls and text. Occasionally, a table with a small bonsai tree would appear, settled between two very tall pillars that hugged the hall's walls.

When he turned down another hall, the style changed almost completely, to something from India, or Constantinople, perhaps. Lush, colorful, and intricately designed carpets littered the floor and there were hand-sewn beanbags that set up against the walls. Looming above were equally spaced lanterns, only a few of which were lit. The high ceiling, which was made of the same chalky marble as the smooth floor and walls, folded a bit as if the top of the Taj Mahal had been pressed into it.

He had to admit, this place was pretty wondrous.

After passing a set of doors that he realized, he stopped to look back at them. Could he go inside there? Or would he find that woman again? Agh. Annoying.

His feet padded against the tiled floor and he set a hand on one of the doors. Another calming breath, and then the door opened.

" I see that you have woken up. " came the woman's voice. She sat at the desk, pouring over paperwork.

Ah, that accent, that manner of speaking. Goddammit, he thought he just might have been imagining it, but he wasn't. This was pretty bad news, he thought to himself. If Lorinda knew about this -

" Well, don't you just stand there, love, sit down. " she motioned to the chair that sat next to the desk.

Harley couldn't say anything to her. What was there to say? It was hard enough talking to his own damn wreck of a mother.

" I . . . uh . . . " he started off, " . . . wasn't expecting this. "

She laughed; it was a very musical laugh that he was familiar with. Before a wave of nostalgia slammed into him, she spoke again.

" Neither were the lot of us, love. "

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Eyes alert, muscles tight, fingers stretched and ears open... She had called upon him early that morning, around 2am, and as usual he had risen on her command. This morning was different, though. When he opened his golden eyes, he was was met with a gorgeous ceiling painting of fluffy sepia-hued clouds, pondering angels and a deep blue background that he must of recognized. ​

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The air was thick with the scent of melted wax, smoke and something else, and there was a bitter taste on his tongue--almost like alcohol. When he pushed himself off of the royal red carpet, he came into view with a tall and elaborately decorated altar. He was laying at the foot of it, and when he turned his head he could see the the body of a blood soaked strawberry blonde. ​

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Unalarmed but disgusted, he stood to his feet and took a more detailed look around. Memories of the previous hours flooded back into his skull in a wave and he winced. ​

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That's right. It was a set up, much like the one staged at the hot springs. There were...one, two, three, four...five bodies that he could identify as human beings. The rest were either horrifically mutilated or violently dismembered. Blood dripped down the stairs leading up to the altar, where the top half of a broken body was draped; bright blonde hair matted with sweat. ​

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His voice echoed off of the tall church walls. It felt strange speaking to himself but knowing another soul was present. Nausea swept through him and he gripped the corner of the wooden pew to the left of him, bending to empty his stomach. He wheezed and clutched the fabric covering stomach. The taste of blood and acid stuck to his teeth and the roof of his mouth. What horrible things he had done.​

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His feet moved on their own but his vision was blurry and his breathing rugged. ​

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Smudged in grey, the world slowed to a stop. With each second, his body started to feel more and more as though it was ready to completely collapse on him. Back on campus, his heart thudded wildly in his chest and his stomach burned like a fire was brewing within him.​

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One more.​

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That 'one more' was the dark haired girl named Kallisti. She was on her way to class when he found her and a small smile formed on his lips before vanishing. There wasn't much time left before the poison completely over took him. ​

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A moment later, the two of them were in one of the handicap restrooms on campus. ​

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His bloodied fingers moved slowly over her warm body, and his breath caught in his throat. As he removed her coat, his lips glided against her ear. ​

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TROUBLED TEEN KILLS SEVEN BAE STUDENTS AND HIMSELF FOR SATANIC RITUAL. FOUND DEAD WITH ONE OTHER WHO APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN SEXUALLY ASSAULTED AND KILLED IN BAE RESTROOM. ​

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Heidi arrived at the dorm room late last night. Altair had already gone to bed and she didn't want to wake him. She almost hadn't come back at all. After the reaction she had to the medication in the morning, the doctor's pushed for her to stay longer. It managed to subside around midday and by late evening, Grandpa Marshall was giving her a ride back. She felt sluggish, her mind clouded, and a little drowsy. He offered to walk up with her and kick Altair around some, but she insisted it would be better this way. He was asleep, and she barely had enough time to lie on the bed before passing out herself.

When she woke, there was laughter in her ears. She looked around, searching for the source, only to realize she was alone. Classes hadn't started and yet Altair was absent. He usually didn't leave early, so they could spend time together before he left. It was odd. The laughter continued. She moved to the television, but it was turned off. How strange. There was a throbbing in her head. Her frail fingers wrapped around the thin plastic black remote. She pressed the rubber red power button and the screen came to life in front of her. The news was on, of course. Wasn't it always? Heidi was about to change the channel when a strange report came on. She listened to what the pretty blond news anchor had to say. There were nine dead, but no names listed. They were all students here. Her heart raced and she quickly mashed her finger down on the power button.

The laughing grew louder and Heidi pulled at her hair. "Stop it. Please stop it." She needed the pill bottle by the bed. But deary, we've only just returned. You can't silence us now. Heidi crawled on the floor; their taunting slowing her. She needed to move, but she just wanted to rip them out of her head. Stop it. Why? Open your eyes deary. Look around. You're alone with us, just like it should be. No. No, Altair's coming back and I won't be alone with you. I'll get those... I'll get those pills. Do you really believe he's coming back? 9 are dead deary. No doubt from the game. You can be smart when you want to be. How many did you meet? Odds are all those pathetic fools you cared about are dead. Shall we list them? No. Stop. Altair. Anthony. Surely Harley is dead. Casey too. Stop it. Zoey. stop... Allison, but it's not like she matters. You knew her the least. Who else? I don't know. I don't know many others. It's just you and us.

Tears streaked down her face. Her cheeks burned red, eyes puffy. Heidi lay curled up on the floor sobbing. It wasn't true. They weren't dead. She didn't even bother trying to stop the voices now. She just wanted the pain to go away, to know the truth. There was a stabbing sensation in her side. Blood stained her shirt. No doubt she broke open a stitch or two. She shouldn't have been in that shape. It was hurting her ribcage. Altair promised, and Harley too. They promised. We both know promises never keep. They're not dead. Yes they are. All of them. Stop it. Why? You need to understand. You have to leave. What do you think they are going to do with this room? They don't know about you. Altair is surely gone. They will give this room up. You have to leave, before they find you. He's not dead. He can't be. He's a fighter. He's strong and kind and... More sobbing. he just can't be. We'll see. I'm sure we'll know soon enough deary. You should start getting ready to leave anyway. It's better for everyone if you just disappear again. Just us. Through painful, gut wrenching sobs, Heidi managed to use what little energy she had to crawl across the floor.

She made it to the bed and dug through the bag on the floor. There was a new phone in there, courtesy of Grandpa Marshall, along with the bottle of pills and the remainder of her clothes from a few days ago. Her small fingers twisted at the child-safe cap and pulled out a small white tablet. After what happened yesterday, she really didn't want to take them, never again. But she had to, or everything would have been a waste. You can't silence us that easily. It'll take time for those to kick in. It's also only your second dosage. We'll be here for you, always. Please go away. "Please..." she choked out between sobs. Heidi swallowed the white tablet dry, then shakily picked up the phone. She was still lying in a ball on the floor. A small pool of blood was beginning to form at her side. There was a trail from where she started. She had definitely ripped open the stitches.

It was nearly impossible to focus on the screen, but she needed to know. She needed to find out everyone was okay. She needed to know now. They began laughing again, finding her desperation humorous. Heidi hit send and closed her eyes, hugging the phone to her chest. If Zoey was still alive, she probably didn't have her phone anymore. Or it was badly damaged like the previous one she had. She could call the hospital. They would tell her if Zoey was still okay. Heidi yawned once, crying herself to sleep on the floor.

 

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"BRONAGH. BRONAGH. OH MY GOD BRONAGH OPEN THIS DOOR."​

Bronagh shot up immediately and her phone was vibrating like crazy. She knew the voice immediately but was completely concerned as to why he was here.​

Bronagh quickly got out of bed and opened the door to see Shadow at the door with a look that could terrify. She growled under her breath and pushed him sending him into the wall behind him and she rolled out of the room and shut the door, "I have a roommate, and you better have a good reason why you are here."​

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"You don't know?"​

"I got a message saying classes were cancelled but didn't want to check up."​

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "9 kids are dead Bronagh, this is why I agree with your mother when she offered to home school you because shit is getting scary here. Not Hollywood scary, REAL scary."​

"Shadow can you please just go?"​

"No, I'm going to get you out of here."​

"No. Are you alright?"​

"No, no I am not I am worried I am going to lose you."​

Bronagh gritted her teeth and leaned forward, "Want to know something? You are gonna and have."​

Shadow raised an eyebrow as he was pulled away from her and Jessie was standing there pushing him against a wall.​

"Bronagh is this kid bugging you?"​

"Yes but don't beat him up or nothing!"​

"...Bronagh I don't beat kids up."​

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Shadow broke away from Jessie's grip and spoke right to her face, "What are you supposed to be? Some sort of freak accident?"​

"I'm supposed to be a girl if that's what you mean."​

"You sound like a baritone country singer."​

"I understand that but I can't control that."​

"I don't understand if you were a guy how do you even resist going after a girl, like Bronagh."​

Jessie glared at him and yelled at him, "It's called being PANSEXUAL."​

Shadow held his hands out in defense and walked away saying, "So that means you can't resist and you do like girls? What was the point then?"​

"Shadow just get out of here!"​

"Fine but I wanna let you know, you're attracting the freaks."​

"I know and the first one's name was Jacob Jacobs."​

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Shadow gritted his teeth at her and then spoke sadly, "Just delete my number then... it's not going to matter anyway if you have it or not."​

Shadow ran off and then Jessie shook her head, "Oh no oh no, YO SHADOW." Jessie started running after him shouting, "Those are suicide words you get back here before I-"​

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Bronagh bit her lip and rolled back into her room. She decided she would try and cook some pancakes and started to. One of them burned slightly and the small burning smell filled the room rather quickly although it was small. She made a couple extra pancakes and then rolled over to the table and started to eat. She opened up her phone and read up on her texts... finally getting a message from Quintus.​

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"So I should go to the Orchestra hall?" she whispered to herself as she took another bite of pancakes.​

 

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Tumblr | Music(*) | Outfit(*) | 1/3 | Location: Room/Orchestra Hall​

"oh my gosh..." ​

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Bronagh finished her pancakes and decided to wrap the rest up and leave it in the fridge. She decided not to take her bag and only took her phone and wallet. As she left the room she realized that she still barely knew her own roommate. It kind of bugged her, but maybe it was for the better? She didn't know if she annoyed her in any way and she really did not want to know.​

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Bronagh wheeled herself to the Orchestra Hall. There were a couple kids outside but most were uneasy over the deaths. She heard one of the girls talking in a group, "I didn't know there was a large following for satanic worship." When she got inside it was quiet, she honestly had expected a couple of the music kids to be there because there was no school but she guessed she was wrong.​

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She rolled down over to a piano she saw. This one wasn't one of the really expensive ones it was an electronic one that they probably used to teach kids who didn't know how to play Mary Had a Little Lamb and would probably slam their hand down on the piano if they kept doing badly. That's why she automatically assumed that she would be fine if she played it while waiting.​

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Bronagh herself did not intend on having a career in music, she went more for writing. But when her father was still alive he loved the piano, it was his pass time. One of the songs he tried to teach her was a song she personally grew fond of.​

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Although she didn't give it much thought Bronagh started playing anyway.​

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(ignore the drums)​

 

Spoiler: Earlier

"Marshall...where are you?"

"How odd of you to call me...I'm at Brookridge, I had to drop my grandkid at school"

"Marshal....We need you for this case"

"I'm retired, I'm not interested"

"Marshal...Altair Geis was found dead..."

It didn't take long at all for the old man to reach his destination. As he walked on a few police officers walked up to him and began to inform him of the current situation and what they had uncovered so far. Though at the moment the old man didn't really care about the others, he still needed to understand the situation. Slamming the door to the bathroom open, the old man immediately walked in and immediately his cold eyes caught the sight of Altair's body. "Altair...." The old man said closing his eyes as he clenched his fist.

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It was a relaxing nap he received, despite the fact that the bed he slept on was lumpy, but he really couldn't complain. Casey could have slept on for what seemed like forever, but the sudden vibration of his phone soon brought him awake and Casey groggily checked his phone "hmmm Heidi?" Casey mumbled as he sent a text back to her.

With a stretch Casey smiled as he hopped out of bed. "Hmmm I haven't seen Heidi is a while...I guess I'll go visit her or something" Casey said as he placed on his things and rushed out the door "I'm off Mr.McDonald, I'll come back another time, thanks for everything" Casey said happily. Casey heard Mr.McDonald muttering something outside, but Casey was out by the time he finished.

 

Duncan's coal colored backpack was sloppily slung over his right shoulder as he trudged down the halls. He considered how much time he had before deciding that he did indeed have enough time for breakfast before the first class bell rang. He snorted at the thought of his first class, his math skills were horrid but at least he'd get the tough class out of the way before he headed to the class where he actually enjoyed being a student in this cookie sweet country. He smirked as he payed for his breakfast and settled down with his fellow black clad friends. Soon Gothic gossip began to float about their airwaves as discussion after discussion took place.

Glancing around the idiots he kept company with he had to resist snorting as he devoured his lightly sugared oatmeal and berries. They had no idea that he loathed them all. Well maybe all of them didn't, but and at the thought of this person in his little clique, Duncan's icy blue eyes narrowed. Maybe Clark knew how Duncan truly felt, but thus far, his ex best friend had made know hint of spilling any beans all over Duncan's dark entrenched reputation. He wondered if it was a mercy that Clark was trying to lord over him, Duncan's shoulders hunched as he got quiet in and his thoughts began to grab his brain's attention. Wretched *******, well two can play at that game. Hell, Clark trying lording this over him would explain the smug smirks. The fact that Duncan would only back down against Clark's ****** and flimsily built points when the group had discussions and arguments. Not that Duncan cared about these chumps meager opinions, but they were all he had in this small mountain town. And if they found out he could barely stand them and considered himself far above them. They would not hesitate give him a I am more gothic then thou branding. Or even dub him a dreaded mopey Goth. Thank God that some nerdy loser built networks and computers. Otherwise he'd have never signed up on his forum. And his intellectual mind would be forced to stay in this white mired town called Brookridge.

What was he talking about... Ah yes, the ass that is Clark the Smugtonian. Duncan would have to do some digging, but eventually he'd find something, something that wouldn't even put him on equal ground. Is would end tonight Clark!