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The library I used to study in had many secrets, which for some reason I could see happen in bright daylight or in chilling moonlight. It frightened me at first to see blurry caricatures of spirits pass between the alleys or searching for a book they desired to read, but the more I spent in that place, the clearer I could see them, hear them.
Overbloom library was the only library in my city that was both close to my apartment and I could easily get to there from my university. It wasn’t very popular, probably due to being very old, but it still had few loyal patrons who visited it regularly. I wouldn’t have guessed I’d become one of them, until my first exam was around the corner. I remember entering it at five in the afternoon and seeing a middle-aged gentleman greet me with a warm smile. The air inside smelled of amber and aged papers, it felt incredibly welcoming, as if I just entered a place I could call a second home.
After I told the owner why I had come there, he enthusiastically clapped his hands and showed me around the place. From the moment we started walking, I could sense something wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He walked me through majority of isles, even showed me how to get on the platforms high above us, which was indeed sweet of him. Once my tour was over, the man showed me a cozy corner in which I could study as much as I pleased. With a thankful bow I left my bag on one of the seats and began venturing around alchemy isles and picking the books I thought would have everything I needed to know for my exam. That’s when I started spotting weird shadows creeping around the corner, hiding when I turned my head around. As spooky as it was, I decided not to mind it and continued doing what I came there to do. Throughout my whole session I heard incomprehensible whispers around me and saw gusts of darkness emerge and then once again disappear into the shelves. I don’t know how I managed to stay in there until ten in the night, but after checking out I made it clear to myself that I will not be returning there for the life of me.
Well was I wrong.
I nailed the exam I was preparing for with some additional points and props from my headteacher thanks to the knowledge I got from the old books in that library. Everyone in my year kept asking me how I managed that with our professor, when he often took points away when even just one name of a herb was spelled incorrectly. I shared with them where I studied for that exam and they all looked back petrified at me.Turns out what I saw at the library wasn’t just one-time kind of thing, it’s been all that library’s known for. Everyone who I knew avoided it and by the end of it they all told me to do as they as well. They’d tell me that the more you stay there the angrier the spirits get, some claimed that your spirit will get trapped there as the others if you check in regularly. Apparently none of the ghosts could be recognised even by the experts, who specified in spirit sighting. That’s why many stayed away from that establishment, from fear of the unknown.
But the more they shared their terrifying testimonies with me, the more curious about the situation at that place I was. Right after my last class I got into the trolley and went right down to that library. When I entered the smell of amber once again overwhelmed my senses and brought me a feeling of being welcomed. The middle-aged gentleman looked surprised when he saw me at his place again, but greeted me warmly nevertheless. Without any hesitation I asked him whether the legends about this place were true, I recalled what I saw and heard when I last stayed here and what my friends said. As he listened his smile gradually faded from his face and a solemn expression replaced it. Once I was done, he sighed helplessly and replied with “So that’s what they think of this place...”. He then patiently explained to me what was going on.
His grandfather founded it back when he first moved into what was once a small town named Lischtenver. Every book that occupies the shelves was brought in by him or later his son - the current owner’s father. Back then, that place flourished with many visitors, even some from overseas, coming to see and get a grasp of the collection his grandfather had to his name. It was so popular even mystical beings sometimes showed up after hours, he welcomed them warmly as well. The man said “He had this saying: ‘No matter who, no matter where from, as long as they yelp for knowledge they’re welcome to stay as long as they wish.’ Some, apparently took it a bit too much to heart.” He told me that his grandfather wasn’t sure when, but one day he noticed lost souls wandering through his establishment. They weren’t clear in anyway, but they observed the shelves with high curiosity. More and more of them started appearing as the time went by and many of them wouldn’t leave once they settled in. His grandfather didn’t mind and took them in, as they wouldn’t be much of an expense for him anyways and over time, he could see them more clearly, he could spot details in their faces and he could hear them, interact with them. He grew close to them and so they did to him, but the presence of the dead wasn’t as warmly welcomed by others. Many weren’t understanding about the ghosts and did everything in their power to distance themselves from any contact with them, some went as far to try and get rid of them for good, but the owners all as the decades went by stood for the ghosts and wouldn’t kick them out, as they had become an important part of the library’s society. Due to this, the more ghosts appeared, the less living people wanted to go to that library, which ended up in it becoming very quickly the least visited place in the city. Many bigger, better libraries took its position and what they were left with was ghosts and few patrons, not afraid to stay in with them.
When I asked him who were the ghosts roaming the place, he said he didn’t know. “They all come here as lost souls, only knowing their name and how old they were when they died, but even that sometimes isn’t clear to them. It depends how long they were dead for and how much consciousness they still have. It appears to me that they’ve all come here to figure out what exactly could’ve happened to them since the ones who seemed to figure it out hadn’t been seen around here for a while.” With that explanation, I looked down into one of the isles, catching a glimpse of a shadow hiding from my sight. “They’re shy” the man said “They had a lot of going on for them over the years. Many people yelling at them and disturbing their peace - they’ve grown wary of the living.”
I’m unsure what I had in my mind at the time, but something told me to stay. Stay and at least see what happens. And so I did.
From that day on I visited the library as often as I could, walking through the isles, looking for the spirits and slowly getting more used to the always present sense of being watched. After my classes, I only would go there, apart from weekends, as they were reserved for social activities with my friends. The owner was very touched by the fact that I wanted to learn more and possibly help the spirits find themselves among the pages of old books they so often stared at, he hadn’t seen many people my age be so eager to do that. And I myself was very happy to have a nice place to spend my free time in, although it wasn’t my home per say, it gave me a sense of belonging I haven’t felt in a while. I grew more and more familiar with the dark shadows, silhouettes appearing in the corner of my eyes and I could even differentiate between whispers of certain souls. I was getting adapted to being there and they were starting to get adapted to me as well.
One day, as I was heading once more towards the alchemy section of the library, I noticed a dark shadow standing alone in one of the isles. It didn’t disappear when I looked at it, so I got curious and slowly wandered towards it. Before I knew I was standing right beside it and trying to determine what they were looking at. Not being sure, I asked “Which one would you like to read?”. With slight hesitation, the shadow stretched one of its arms and pointed at a book named “Secrets of orchids” written by Leyroy Farfender. I took the book into my hand and looked at the cover. A horror novel, depicting gruesome body-horror of orchids growing out of skulls of liars, causing the person terrible pain, but pulling them out would mean instant death to them, as they would pull out their brain. “You wrote this?” I asked the shadow. A hushed, but saddened voice responded: “I never got to finish it...”. In that moment, before me was standing a see through silhouette of a man in max his late forties, with the roots of his hair being grey, while the rest was still in a beautiful, dark brown shade. His clothes were from at least fifty years ago, seemed like they were what he was buried in.
“I was in the middle of writing it, but an illness overcame me and forced me to succumb to death... They published it even when it wasn’t complete... I never got to write the ending... The ending...” he repeated the last part a few more times before I was able to compose myself enough to find a proper response.
“What did you want to write as an ending?” I asked while clutching his book to my chest. He looked at me meaningfully for a moment, but before long he lowered his head once again.
“There’s no point in doing so now... The novel was already published... What would it change?...” with that, he turned around and disappeared into thin air.
A new sense of sadness and excitement filled me on the inside from that encounter. I returned to my studies with sympathy for the poor man, who had big plans for his book, but wasn’t able to fulfill them in his lifetime. But even with the sadness that event brought me, it gave me a sense of accomplishment. After all, it was the first time I had a full out conversation with a spirit and got something from it. I wanted to learn more about the man, so before checking out I rented “Secrets of orchids” and decided to engulf myself in the lecture of it.
I didn’t realise just how grossly creative Mr. Farfender had been when writing it, as much as the first few chapters gave me the sense of uneasiness, the rest of the book caused me nausea from just the mention of that horrid flower. And as Mr. Farfender told me, the book ended on a cliffhanger that would never be explained to anyone anymore. The last few pages were filled with reviews of the book in the place of an ending. Many of them showed disappointment with the fact that they will never know what happened to the poor fool with flowers sticking out of his head, a lot of them criticised people for even letting this book out when it was unfinished. That must’ve been the cause for his poor state when I asked him about it. I wanted to make things right.
I returned to the isle I first talked with him with and called out to him. He didn’t respond at first, but after few more tries, he suddenly appeared in front of me. “What is it that you want, young lass?” he asked in the same solemn tone I last heard of him. I explained to him that I’ve read his book and was simply dying to know what happened to the main character. He looked at me with suspicion in his eyes, after which he asked me a bunch of questions about the book. I answered all of them flawlessly, all while watching as his eyes begin to beam with more and more happiness than I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, you’ve read it!... You’ve read it all!...” he exclaimed as he grinned widely at me, his loud voice could be heard throughout the whole library “And you’ve liked it!... Or so it seems, you truly liked it!...”
He clasped his hands together, his joyous expression lighting up the whole room. In both metaphorical and literal ways too, as his see-through being, before appearing dark-grey and shady, now beamed in a delicate but bright pastel baby blue, making him a somewhat of a light source in my closest vicinity. Seeing him be this ecstatic made me feel a pleasant warmth inside my heart.
“Would you be so kind to tell me, what happened to the poor boy with orchids, sir?” I asked him the moment I got the chance to. He hesitated and looked at me warily, but soon after a warm smile appeared on his face.
“You really want to hear it, lass... I suppose... I won’t leave you in the dark, no more...” he said very softly, almost as if he was whispering, after which he walked pass me, towards where I came to search for him from. Without a word I knew he wanted me to follow him, and so I did.
We made our way to the table I usually sat at, he visibly knew where I hang out most already, if he hadn’t learned it himself other must have told him. We sat down next to each other and his tale began. As if he had repeated everything in his head for the last fifty or so years, he lead me through the last chapters of his book flawlessly. His voiced was perfectly suited for narration, it allowed me to easy daze off and see everything happening as he said in my mind, to the exact detail. I don’t know at what point I closed my eyes but the next moment I opened them, I could see a bunch of new faces around us, some young some old but all were fixated on us - him to be precise. Before I knew it I could count more than thirty new spirits joining us in this tale-telling thing, they all crowded to look at us, some inspected me curiously while others grasped their chests listening to the solemn tale of the poor fool, deciding his own fate once and for all. The book had a saddening ending, with the main character plucking the orchids out of his skull on the front door of his lover’s cabin. All we know what happened later was a yelp for help before everything cut to darkness and silence. He died.
Once Mr Farfender was done telling the story, a broad applause filled the space. Only then has he realised what kind of public has his storytelling brought him. I was clapping my hands with teary eyes myself. The man stood up from his seat and with genuine smile he bowed to his listeners, thanking them for allowing him to bring his story to a closing after so many years. Before I knew it, he turned towards me and locked his sight with mine and in that moment I felt a disconnection from my body and saw myself being in a different room, with Mr. Farfender still looking at me with the same meaningful gaze. We were now in what it seemed to be a study, it was dimly lit, with main light source being the large fireplace to the right of me. Suddenly, I felt myself beginning to drift upwards, being able to view the room from above now. Mr. Farfender didn’t follow me as I flew up, he had his gaze fixed on someone who was occupying my previous position. It was a young child, no older than ten, sitting in front of him, staring at him with sparkly eyes.
“Papa, can you tell me one more story before bed? Pretty please!” the little girl pleaded to the man sitting in front of her “One more!”
The man let out a soft chuckle.
“Mm, since you’re asking so nicely, we should be able to fit one more story before it’s time for you to head to bed”.The little girl jumped in excitement, all of her body was smiling towards the man as she sat comfortably in her chair and prepared herself to listen to his tales.
Wherever we, well now only I, was it most definitely wasn’t a reality, at very least not the one I knew about. Everything looked very real, Mr. Farfender wasn’t a ghost and so wasn’t the little girl, but the atmosphere and the way I could see them felt almost dream-like. As if I was watching him relive a very dear memory, one he just now rediscovered.
He began telling his story, it was very child friendly, unlike what he wrote for the public. He told her a story of a group of kittens getting lost in an unfamiliar area, unsure how to get back where they came from nor who to trust to be able to find home. “We have to stick together!” one kitten said, “Should we go and try to find mom?” other asked as he looked around, “Let’s stay here!” next one yelped. They kept on arguing as to what to do and wouldn’t notice how much of an attention they were bringing to themselves. People watched them with great amusement, some laughed at their tomfoolery, others kept on questioning who these kittens belonged to and if they were for sale. Soon enough one person grabbed one of them, taking her away from her siblings, other people followed through. They took the ones that they liked the most, not caring about their cries as they were to never see their siblings or their mom again. Eventually, everyone left with one kitten to look after, give a new home to, but there was an issue. One was left. It was weak, could barely walk, barely blink, no one wanted it, so they left it to die on that street, all alone.The drift brought me down beside the man, perfectly so I could hear the rest of the story.
“What happened to the weak kitten, papa?” the little girl asked with a worried voice. Leyroy gave her the same warm smile he gave me back in the library.
“Well, the night came over the city, it got cold on the street, the poor little kitten was cold, all alone. It started meowing in search of some familiar voice, but it didn’t hear a thing. Defeated it laid curled up, trying to keep whatever warmth it had to itself. Suddenly, though, it felt a pull on it’s fur. It wasn’t as if a human was grabbing it, no, more of, as if another cat came over and took it in its mouth. The kitten felt that it was getting brought somewhere, God knew where. It was scared, it cried, begged the other cat to not do anything to it, but it was met with silence. Eventually the big cat stopped and put the little kitten down. It tried to see where it was but it couldn’t, and then all out of the sudden, the kitten felt warmth around its body. A warmth only his mother and siblings gave it before. In that moment, it stopped crying, it stopped being scared, instead it pulled closer to the warmth and soon enough it was dead asleep.” the man let out a little chuckle seeing the girl’s hopeful face “Do you know what happened? It’s dad heard its cries. He heard that it was alone, that it was scared, that it didn’t know where his family went, he heard it all and came running for it. Took it to a safer place, laid next to it and provided it safety and warmth it needed. He was there when it needed him the most.”
He ended the story there, but the small girl still had a few questions.
“What about the other kittens? Did he find them too?”
“Sadly, no, at least not in that moment. He would see them though, he would watch from afar as their new families took care of them and gave them lives he never could. He would meet them one day and reunite them with the little one, but that would be long into the future.”
“What happened to the cat mom? Why wasn’t she around to save them?”
Mr, Farfender’s smile faded a little, he sighed. “She was there, for the most of it. She would raise them, provide for them as much as she could, but even she could only be there so much. She had to leave one day, one way or the other, allowing them to start living on their own, start a new, maybe better life. In this case she left a little early but... I bet she tried her best to stay for them.” There was a hint of deep sadness in his voice as he said that.
“Papa and what if... What if kitten’s dad leave it early too? Will it survive on its own?” the little girl got closer to the end of the chair, curiosity and worry written all on her face.
“He won’t” the man answered with a sure tone “He will stay with his kitten until it will manage on its own, until it won’t need his warmth to survive the night, until it can hunt as no one else can, until it’ll be safe for him to let go. He will take care of it no matter how many lives will he have to spend for that. Because that’s what daddies do, and what motivates them to go on in their life. To see their little kittens be happy and safe. That’s what we do.”
“That’s good... That’s good...” the little girl yawned and clumsily got off her chair.
“You’re going to bed now?” the man asked softly. The girl only murmured a hushed “mhm” to him. “Alright then. Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“G’night, papa...” she closed the door behind her. The room grew silent, Mr. Farfender watched the door with the same, fond expression as before. I watched him, not saying a word, sitting in the emptiness the girl left after herself.
“I had a bunch of children, you know...” Mr. Farfender suddenly said, he didn’t direct those words at anything, he didn’t even move from his spot, but I knew he was talking to me. “That’s my youngest, Anna. She’s the only one that stayed behind after her mother died and all of her siblings were given out to other families. She doesn’t remember it, though, she was still a baby. Just like that poor kitten, she was weak, all alone, barely alive... No one wanted her. If I hadn’t decided to take her in back then... God forbid...”
He took in a deep inhale before he turned towards me.
“She’s a darling isn’t she? She was the one who pushed me to continue my passion for writing. She would always sit beside me and beg ‘one more, papa, one more”! Sweet child, I would’ve given my life for her.” his cheerful expression he was just wearing became solemn “It’s a pity I’ve given it up a few years later... She was still very young as she watched me slowly give my life away... Maybe if I were stronger back then, didn’t pull back on the medicine... What am I saying, even back then it all was just too expensive for someone in our situation I... It was better to spend it on food and necessities for her. Sadly I couldn’t pull through...”
He once again turned his sight towards the door, his face showing pain and guilt, hoping to see his little Anna just once more. But he couldn’t.
“I tried to find her once I entered the spirit world but it was all in vain. I don’t know where she went, who she stayed with, if she was happy... I don’t even know if she’s alive now.” he closed his eyes and fell silent for a longer while, pondering about something.
I watched him in pain, everything he felt wore off on me, I don’t know whether it was due to me staying in his memory or the depressing story he has lived through. Not knowing whether the one he gave everything for was still around, but hoping with his whole being that they were, that they remembered him and missed him as much as he missed them. As much as he missed her.
“Thank you” he suddenly looked at me with that same meaningful stare “For everything you did for me. You... Reminded me of her. The excitement in your eyes when you talked about my work... Heh. It sure moved something in me. Thank you, lass.”
With his last word echoing in my ears, my vision became blur. I couldn’t for sure tell what was happening, I closed my eyes and when I reopened them, I was back in the library. Mr. Farfender was nowhere to be seen. I was standing there alone, surrounded by other ghost and the library’s owner, all looking at me bewildered. I looked around confused, trying to find where the man I just talked with went. I locked my eyes with the only other living soul there, he looked at me with gentleness radiating from his eyes. They told me everything.
“Mr. Farfender...” I muttered, still in shock.
“Seems like he has found his way to the eternal peace” the middle-aged man said as he looked upwards and then back at me “You lead him to it.”
As he finished his sentence, the spirits began rummaging among themselves, some walking towards me, trying to touch me, all wearing the same relieved smile. They asked me to help them find their peace, some welcomed me to their social circle, a bunch of them tried to hug me. And I could feel them, I could hear them, I could answer them, I could even slightly touch them. I was taken in by them and they were happy to see me, just as much as I was happy to see all them. I don’t know when tears started rolling down my cheeks but in that very moment my eyes once again met Mr. Overbloom’s. All he did was smile warmly at me, before simply saying:
“Welcome to the family, Eva.” ================================================
Author’s note: Hi, hello, this is the introductory chapter of a story I will be working on more in the future! I still have no clue what to name it but it might just come to me with time. If this story gets meet with a lot of positive reactions I’ll go ahead and start writing another chapter - if it won’t, you don’t get to chose I’ll write more either way.
Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading if so <33
Biker AU The Introduction/Background story
22 y.o. Luka Couffaine runs his own motorbike mechanic shop. Everybody in this district of the city knows him as the leader of a motorcycle gang named: “the Pirates” (in honor of his mother who used to call herself a captain of the pirate ship). Xavier Ives Roth a.k.a. XY is a spoiled son of a gangster boss - Bob Roth. He is also the leader of the XY's - the enemy gang. Not that long ago the two motorbike gangs started a war. Without a break the XY's were fighting the Pirates for control over the territory in the city. Luka, the leader of the Pirates, hadn't started this conflict. His gang has been formed only to protect everyone from aggressive XY's delinquents who were attacking and robbing innocent people. It turned out that they were strong enough to fight them back. Their conflict escalated even more when the newcomer, Adrien, joined the Pirates…
A rich kid, Adrien Agreste, who was hidden from the outside world for 20 years. He unwillingly started studying law as his father ordered him to. Some time passed and the young man started to feel burdened with his father's pressure and his decisions about his life. He rebelled against him and ran away from home. Not knowing where to go he just kept walking ahead. He stepped on the gang's territory and he got mugged by XY's people. Luckily Luka's gang was there and came to the rescue. Adrien, seeing hopes for himself, asked their leader to join them. Luka agreed. The young rebel finally felt the freedom he desired. He met friends who warmly greeted him and accepted him into their “family”.
One month passed and the rumors finally reached Gabriel Agreste who, being afraid of his reputation, hadn't revealed to the world that his son was gone. He was afraid that Adrien's escape would throw a dark light on him and his business. Gabriel learned from rumours that Adrien may hide in the streets. That made him contact Bob Roth - the main gang boss - and paid him to find and bring his son home. Roth used his minor gang - his son's - to spread around the city's streets for the research. Any tropes were ending at Pirates' territory, where their appearance was forbidden… Wanting to earn big money from Gabriel the XY's, despite their war, carefully started to venture into Luka's area.
And now comes Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a young woman who just a week ago rented a place for her first atelier. She hasn't expected it to be placed in the district where motorbike gangs rule. She ended up finding herself right in the middle of their conflict and finding love at the most unexpected moment. That night when she met Luka, changed everything...
Character sheets || Biker AU comic
‘Round Midnight
''Starting in fifteen minutes, miss. Don't be late on stage.''
Vee thanked the employee with a soft smile, although stress was starting to clench her guts into a ball. It wasn't the first time she'd perform on stage, oh no, but something about this place just seemed so out of touch...
She found the gig by pure luck. The payment was a good catch, but it seemed like people were avoiding this jazz club out of some fear. … Judging by the clientele, they looked like a rough bunch – people of many backgrounds and some with scars to match.
This club well-hidden in Harlem appeared frozen in time, its decor an hommage to the golden age of jazz noir and mid to late 1900's. A window to an era of mystery and drama shroudded in crime...
Vee turned back to her reflection, the mirror and lights around it giving her a good view of what was left to do to her looks. Her dark teal colored hair were assembled in a bun, allowing her to cool down once on stage. Her green eyes were safely hidden behind square black framed glasses, contrasting with the pale color of her skin. A simple dark purple dress was hugging her hourglass form, leaving the upper part strapless and exposing her collar bone area and arms to the world. She bore several tattoos on her arms and one to the left side of her chest, a testament to various chapters of her life.
A sigh left her lips. God, she'd give her soul for a good glass of red wine right about now – to boost her courage a notch.
''It's just a night like all the others,'' she told herself, hoping a pep talk would help. ''I go on stage, sing my lil' songs, close my eyes if I need... Fuck.''
Why couldn't she shake the feeling away? Didn't she like a good challenge once in a while? An adventure into the unknown!... Something was in the air, a silent call that was tugging at her soul and pleading her to go up there. A tingling feeling that was now starting to boil her blood and brought her hands to slightly shake – which was always a sign of stress.
She obliged herself up from her chair, trying to motivate herself as she brought a renewed smile to her lips.
It was time.
A band was already playing on stage, their tunes soft and never too extravageant, creating a nice mood for casual conversations. Vee remained at the backstage area, patiently waiting for their song to end.
And once it was her turn, the first thing she saw in the crowd after reaching the microphone was a pair of golden eyes, meeting her gaze.
In this singular moment, her world stopped and all her stress seemed like a distant memory...
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Introduction: Unfortunate Partners in Life
Right, I made the introduction chapter for this AU I created called Mindshare and I haven’t written anything in so long! I’ll definitely be expanding on this but for now, everything will be its own story with a slice of their life over the years.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21007967
I hope this can grow into something bigger once I get everything down. Gah I wish I had more time ;.; Hope you guys enjoy it! For people who don’t want to go to AO3 I’ll post the introduction under the cut~

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Fire & Fidelity - Chapter 1
It is a truth universally acknowledged that no fandom can ever have too many Pride and Prejudice AUs. A straight retelling of Jane Austen’s P&P, based on the 1995 BBC miniseries adaptation, with a few tweaks here and there along the way.
Note - I have lifted characters and story elements from Dragon Age and placed them in Regency England purely in order to use the locations in P&P rather than confuse myself with making the geography of Thedas work for this story.
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Chapter One
Winter sunshine shone down on the breezy town of Meryton, illuminating the bustle of ladies and gentlemen as they went about their daily business.
It shone down particularly warm on one matronly figure as she rushed from the doorway of one of the more finely appointed houses, her turban mildly askew and reticule flailing wildly from her wrist. Excitement poured from her as her hurried footsteps took her down the main street and onto the lane that lead from the town itself, away from the bustle toward a lone house on a modest estate not more than fifteen minutes' walk away. All a-flutter, she rushed through the gate, raising her shrill voice the moment she reached the wide front door of the place she called home - Longbourn House.
"Hill! Hill! Oh, where can they be? Hill!"
Something seems to be coming through...
Welcome to the apocalypse
Bellatrix
I watch as the other kids leave the classroom with a groan, Mom's going to kill me. "What made you think that was a good idea?!" Megan whispers and shouts at me."I didn't think anyone saw me!" I whisper back annoyed "Well obviously someone did, or we wouldn't be here for 2 hours," Meagan says, I open my mouth to reply but the teacher speaks up "Girls, back to work," He says not looking up, I look back at my papers and sigh, there's a scream from down the hallway and I jump, I watch as Mr. Wager stands up and runs to the door. "You two stay here," He says before the door slams shut, Meagan stands up and runs to the door. "Where are you going?!" I shout, standing up."I want to see what's happening," she says, reaching a hand to the doorknob."But Mr. Wager told us to stay here." I tell her tapping on my desk "Fine don't come, but you'll be missing out!" She shouts before the door slams shut again, it's been 30 minutes and nobody's back yet, I stand up and hesitantly make my way to the door, it closes with a soft slam, and I walk down the hallway "Meagan? Mr. Wager?" I ask, I stop when I see a line of blood."What the hell?!" I question quietly. There's a groan from up ahead, and I see Megan sitting by something, I silently make my way over to her, and I see all the blood and gasp. "Meagan?! What happened? Are you hurt?" I ask, reaching a handout, Meagan turns around, and I scream, she's missing the skin on her right cheek, and her face is all bloody, she tries to bite me and I shove her back, she crawls after me and I scream, again I walk backward and slip on the blood, my head hits the ground and I groan, I don't have time to lay around because I notice Meagan getting closer and closer, I quickly stand up catching myself before I fall again I turn around only to come face to face with a zombified Jay Jones, the schools star football player, "Shit," I mutter quickly running around him, there's groaning and I pick up my pace "This isn't happening! This isn't fucking happening!" I shout running the door, I feel bile rising in my throat and I quickly puke it out "Oh fuck! Addy!" I shout, I run to the house and see Addy with some guy."Addy! Thank god you're okay!" I shout, pulling my sister into a huge hug, she lets out a sob and I pull away "Addy? What happened? Where's Mom and Mason?" I ask my voice quiet, She just nods her head, and I let out a sob."Meagan...she's...she's also," I say through small sobs. "we sit there for a few minutes until we calm down, and that's when I remember the guy."Who are you?" I ask my voice hores "Mack, Mack Thompson," He introduces "Bellatrix, Bellatrix Carver, nice to meet you Mackal fish," I say with a small smile "Haha, very funny," He says sarcastically