Terror

Chapter Twenty-One

They should have been searching for more weapons, but that mission stopped for a bit. Eden watched as Bryce and Mia faced each other, both wearing white buckets on their heads.

"Mia, you know you're going to run into my chest," Bryce said with a sly grin. "Actually, I bet you'll trip before you even reach me."

The two were playing that idiotic game Bryce created out of sheer boredom during detention. Their task was to clean the chalkboard using water, but they didn't fill up the buckets.

"Um, no? I'll be the first one to push you down," Mia retorted as she set her bucket down over her face.

"Go!" Will called out.

Bryce took his position, standing still with one foot planted behind and the other extended in front. Meanwhile, Mia took off running but quickly lost her balance. She tripped over the loose lace of her boot and stumbled onto the dirty flooring.

"I win!" Bryce exclaimed triumphantly, as he stuck out his tongue in mockery. He held the black bucket in his hand and dropped it on her chest.

"It's because you're tall," Mia complained as she tried to whip the bucket at Bryce.

Eden twisted a bow in her fingers, a weapon she had discovered in the box they found. It was one of those genuine bows, designed for hunting and capable of inflicting harm on animals. real ones that would be used to kill animals. The smooth wood felt cool against her skin as she examined it closely.

"Who are you going to kill with that?" Mia asked, her voice slightly slurred as she wobbly lifted herself up.

"That ugly thing," Eden said nonchalantly.

She glanced out through the darkened window at the east end of the school, her gaze drawn to the faint flicker of light in the distance. The glow of flames illuminated the night sky, revealing flames flickering from town.

"We need to gather cleaning supplies," Eden said.

Bryce raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall with a smirk. "Are you in the mood to clean?" he teased.

"Cleaning supplies cause fires, which we'll need," she said.

One of the first chemicals she learned about that could start a fire was bleach. It was commonly used a starter object for fires, although people always warned her it about its dangers at school. In the gang, however, it was just used for creating fires.

"We're not blowing up the bubble," Will laughed.

"Looks like someone else is burning Simcoe," Bryce added.

Mia pressed her face against the dirty window. "I thought the downtown would be ash by now," she said.

"Of course it's not ash now, because she didn't burn everything. I told you this during the six-month period of freedom; do you not remember?" Eden snapped, her eyebrows narrowed.

It annoyed her when she had to constantly repeat things to these idiots. Everything she said should be remembered when people listened to her.

"Sometimes I miss when you acted like a religious freak, because at least you didn't get mad every ten seconds," Mia sighed, waving her hand.

During that free period, she wasn't actually religious. Once people realized she had been lying the whole time, she went back to her usual behaviour when they didn't things: demanding. It was always that everything had to go her way, or she'd create some type of violence.

"Well, she technically can't be religious when she's covered up murder. Well, you've done worse," Will laughed.

Eden smiled, because it was true. During her time in Sanguine, another street gang got into a fight with them. The main leader on their end had caused major injuries, and her gang leader, named Scott, had murdered a guy. Her involvement was throwing his body in a dumpster.