There were no birds singing, no crickets chirping, no leaves rustling. There was only silence.
Morgan and Erin walked down stone steps and emerged in a scary-as-hell moss-covered room with vines growing on the walls, and bones in the corner.
In the center of the room stood a metal chair, with red rust on the platform it stood upon. Vines emerged from the base up to the arms of the chair.
"Move along." Erin said, Morgan could tell she was impatient.
She took small steps into the room. She was not scared, for the note in her hand reassured her.
"Sit" Erin said with dominance. Morgan sat in the chair. She shifted uncomfortably, for the chair was extemely cold. Erin tied her hands to the chair with rope, then attached jumper cables to the legs of the metal chair
" I'm going to be completely honest with you, this will hurt and may resolve in your death."
" I'm going to be completely honest with you, this will hurt me but I most defenitly will not die." Morgan replied with confidence.
" Your trust in yourself will not only lead to your death but it will tear you apart and trick your mind into false hope. But for the record, i have faith that you won't die." Erin replied with a smirk on her face.
The girl then walked behind a glass wall.
"Any last words?"
"No not really, but just promise me one thing." Morgan said.
"and what is this promise?" Erin replied.
"She wants her legacy to be remembered." Lauren said from the bottom of the stair case.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." Morgan said.
With that said, Lauren walked behind the glass wall. She pulled a lever, and the room was filled with Morgan's agonized screams.
After that, Morgan's wish came true because the next day..... she was the talk of the town.
~THE NEXT DAY~
Cold, colder than ice. That's what it felt like to Morgan.
"She knows to much." a voice said. There was no reply.
"If no one's going to do anything, then I will!" The voice said triumphantly.
Morgan couldn't move. She wanted to, but she couldn't. It was almost like a dream.
A dream..... it is a dream?.... no. Morgan thought.
And with that thought, Morgan could hear birds chirping and a familiar taste filled her mouth...blueberries.
"It's time to go back" Morgan's mind told her. Almost immediately, Morgan burst up from the white bed.
"Welcome back." an unknown boy said.
"Who are you!?" Morgan shouted pushing herself across the bed and against the wall.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jonathan and I'm here to kill you"
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(OLD) A Secret Society
RandomA culture, a belief, a system, a program, a way of life..... what is a society? That doesn't matter, Because 13 year old Morgan isn't going to deal With a society. She isn't going to put up with a bunch of people getting in her way! between her drun...
