Abominations (American Horror AU 3)

Chapter 7

"I owe you a favor, Zoe," Madison said. "I stole this spell from Cordelia."

"What?" the girl with honey-brown eyes replied with shock as she fastened the other portion of light brown hair into a second pigtail.

"You heard me. I want to repay you," the starlet said, sitting next to her and talking quietly as she unrolled a piece of aged parchment, looking down at the elegant script that had been used centuries before to write the spell she was mentioning.

"You can't be serious," Zoe responded. "What if they find out?"

"They're not going to," Madison replied. "If we take Eleonora with us-"

"No," Zoe answered, shaking her head, "she won't come with us. Not after earlier. Fiona tore us down because of my mistake."

"But the cops aren't after us anymore. We can go out," Madison said. "And bringing her isn't a bad idea. Cordelia said at the morning gathering that she could raise the dead. Resurgence. That's what we need for this, and she has it down pat."

"I'm not sure," Zoe said, sighing as she thought of Kyle. He was innocent, she thought, why him? Why did he have to die?

"I want to help you get Kyle back," Madison said. "And we are bringing Eleonora with us. I know she won't fuck it up. She was born with the powers."

"We all are," Zoe said. "I just...well...I-"

"We are going," Madison said. "That's final."

It had taken an hour for the starlet to persuade Eleonora to go with them to the morgue to sneak in and try to perform the resurrection spell on Kyle's corpse; she had used almost every tactic, even explaining how she was repaying Zoe back for her support after she was violated by the frat brothers. Eleonora was extremely reluctant, and was writing in her journal only to close it when she entered the room.

"We need your help," Madison pleaded. "I'm serious. Please come with us?"

"No," Eleonora said, putting the lock on her journal and fastening it. "We've gotten in enough trouble."

"They won't know it was us," the starlet said.

"Yes, they will," the blonde with freckles answered, her green eyes filled with worry as she tried to reason with Madison. "If Cordelia sees that missing, she's going to know someone took it. Who knows what'll happen then?"

"Nothing will happen. I'll even make a deal with you. I'll pay you to come with us," Madison said. "Think of it this way. Zoe is our friend. We should give her what her heart desires."

"I seriously doubt she wants a zombie boyfriend," Eleonora said as she shook her head.

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll pay you!" Madison whispered forcefully.

"No! Stop it!" Eleonora was getting annoyed with Madison, and felt the urge to push her away telekinetically.

"Please?!" Eleonora held her hand out and pushed her palm outwards, concentrating enough to force Madison off the edge of the bed, where she was sitting, and onto the carpeted floor; she groaned in pain, feeling her shoulder hit the floor roughly.

"Ow! Bitch!"

"Fine, I'll go!" Eleonora said forcefully, rolling her eyes. "Geez."

"Alright, let's go."

The three girls made their way down the seemingly endless, smelly halls of the city morgue; formaldehyde made an unusual presence in the vicinity, and Eleonora knew for a fact that a successful autopsy was one without any chemical involvement. She looked around, coroners and interns wearing scrubs, sanitary masks and aprons that were soon to be bloodied with bodily fluids galore. Madison had a determined look on her face, while Zoe seemed just as nervous as Eleonora, who had hesitated in the first place but only gave in to make her stop.