One Week Till Prom

Holy Diver Part 1

I wanted him to laugh, to giggle, to say that this was all a big joke. No such luck. He had passed on, this was not him but a corpse, the vehicle he drove around all his life, his material home upon this plane of existence. I touch his skin, so cold. Whilst I am thankful for the time we had when a one you loved passed on you grieve. There is a time of mourning, the ancients were right about that. Healing from loss takes more time than broken bones.

Emma took a moment gripping her cleaver much tighter as she heard the voice of the other. She brought herself back to her standing position. "What is there for you to talk about, Braceface!?" She replied as the intruder took a step back frowning, she suddenly lunged at Emma who swung her cleaver hitting her jaw. Blood spilled from it as she smiled. "Gotcha, Bracie," She said only to be slammed against the wall. The intruder didn't budge, as blood spilled down her jaw and onto the floor. She pinned her to the wall as she grabbed her cleaver and dropped it to the floor.

The gore became a sickness in the emotions, a twisting of her innards that was the same as any virulent infection intent on harm. As Emma stared at the exposed muscle revealed by her muscle she spat at the other. "I want you to write about me." She calmly spoke as Emma's eyes widened. "If you do not, Then I kill you, and your friends."

"Why?"

"The more people scared of me, the less goes to prom," She said grinning. "The less goes, the more votes for me," She replied grinning, as her teeth shined in the moonlight. She took a moment before turning her head to hear a van pull up and sputter to a stop. "Well, looks like our nights cut short," She said before slamming the handle of the ax into Emma's head knocking her out.

Braceface walked to the locker in the corner, slipping into it and appearing at the school.

Beanie and Amaris stepped in seeing the corpse of Henry and Emma on the ground, bleeding from her mouth as she passed out. Holly stood behind the two staring at the scene. The gore brought a wave of sickness within that went far beyond any physical retching. Holly cried and then threw up quickly against the carpeted floor. "It's Emma! Emma killed Henry!" She shouted as she pointed to the scene. "It has to be her!" She shouted as Beanie covered his mouth.

Amaris took a step forward. "No....There are nails in Henry's mouth, and this couldn't have been Emma's cleaver. This looks like the butt of an Ax." She spoke. "We can't go to the cops, They won't find anything like they didn't earlier." She said. "Beanie put Emma in the Van. We might have to talk to her about tonight," Beanie took a moment and slowly nodded picking up Emma and walking to the Van slipping her into the back.

"We can't bring her along, She's gonna cut us in half!" Holly groaned as Amaris picked up Emma's cleaver and frowned. "Amaris!?"

"I'm sorry, Henry, If we all were here, we'd be able to stop this," She said gently before turning to her. "Holly, If you think Emma did it, You can leave." She replied. "You'll be sharing a van ride with your so-called murderer." Amaris started walking to the door. "Come on, We can't allow the cops to show up here with us here," She said. "A metal head and a dead body it would be too easy for them to pin this on me."

"But I'm with you..." Holly said. "Wouldn't that be reason enough to not find you guilty?" She asked as Amaris started walking again.

"No." She replied. "Now, Come on! You can't stay here either!" She spoke gently. "We're going back to my apartment, we'll talk more there." She said getting out of the house and into the van. Holly nodded slipping into the Van and shutting the door. Beanie drove as Amaris sat in the passenger seat. Holly sat on the mattress in the back of the Van, and Emma lay next to her panting in her sleep. The Van sped down the street towards Amaris's apartment.

The hallways are dark marble floors and white walls, not a hand print or scuff mark anywhere. The doors are glossy black, numbered with silver digits that match the globe-shaped handles. It isn't just the materials though, it's the dimensions, the width being at least twice that of Dragula High. The school hallway was all bright paints and neatly trimmed pinboards. Our school was great that way, they really embraced color. The locker slowly opened as Braceface stepped out and let out a soft giggle-like noise. She pulled the comedy mask off and dropped it to the ground letting it shatter.

Slowly she put her hair into a ponytail as she grinned. "You can come on out Amber." She said grinning as she let her bloodied hands fall down. "Amber?" Blonde, shaggy hair gently hangs over a strong, menacing face. hazel eyes, set appealingly within their sockets, watch vigorously over the team they've grieved with for so long. Fair skin beautifully compliments her nose and mouth.

Trails should be of the earth, crafted by happy feet who dance its path for joy. Only in such a broken world could they ever be of blood. Following the blood trail, She was Schrödinger's cat, both alive and dead until at its end the box would open. Her partner sat on the ground. Amber turned her head and frowned. "Heather! Look what she did to me!" She screamed out as she raised her nub up, spilling blood onto the tile floor. Her hand sat upon her shoulder as her Tragedy mask sat next to her.

"Shit..." Heather said before grabbing her nail gun. "I'm gonna fix this, but you cannot scream," She said gently before grabbing her palm and firing a nail into it fusing their hand to the bone. "You need more Strawberry Milk," She said gently. "It'll heal you," She said standing up. "For now we need to lay low, Two deaths will get people talking and with that nerd writing about us, We're gonna win Prom Queen and king for sure,"

"But neither of us are boys." She said biting her lip enough to bleed.

"But no boys will be there," Heather happily said before hearing footsteps. "Hide!" She quickly said as they both darted into a locker.