Random Stories I Wrote

Graveyard

"I never wanted to lose you. It wasn't meant to end like this. You shouldn't have been there. I told you to stay away!" barked Alessandra. Her voice was squeaky and she felt as if she were choking.

She held a gun to her best friend's forehead. She was shaking and could not look her friend in the eye. She would not will herself to do it. To kill her friend. What choice did she have? It was either herself or Hailey. Someone had to die.
"Ally. Do it. We can't risk this," commanded Hailey, desperation in her voice.

The two of them were graveyard with Hailey on her knees in front of Alessandra. Alessandra had ambushed Hailey while she was visiting her grandfather's tomb. It was dark and the silence of the night was calming. It made what Alessandra was about to do harder.

It is never hard to lie but it is harder to tell the truth when the time comes and everything is exposed.

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The Walker and Martinez families had always been cursed. From the start of time, whatever they touched was doomed. Whoever they touched died. It was a quick death. A gift of such is dangerous and is inherited by special children. The thing is, you never know which will receive the power of death. The only way to break it was to kill one of the other lineage's descendants by weapon.

For the longest time, it was a tradition for those who got this touch to be killed. They were to pass on to the Otherworld when they turned eighteen as the curse took into effect. The only people they couldn't kill with their ability was one another's family.