One Week Till Prom

Holy Diver Part 2

The approaching footsteps have the wet sound of someone on grass; someone who has not learned to walk quietly and instead relies on the verges to muffle their steps. Each footfall is chaotically spaced from the last, with no rhythm. Whoever it lacks confidence, and is likely scared. They are neither a threat nor of interest. I don't need anyone else to look after me. In fact, the sooner it's back to being just me the better. I leave - my footfalls as silent as the streets. Pathetic.

As the locker shut behind her she started to walk away, leaving Amber in the school before hearing a gasp. "There you are!" Erica shouted spotting Heather. "I've been looking for you! You weren't at home, and I haven't seen Holly or Amber and-" She looked at her. "You're bleeding." She mumbled. "Are you okay?" She asked before walking towards the other.

"I'm okay." Heather frowned looking at her. "Just trying to find Amber, How did you get in?" She asked before turning her head.

"The window was unlocked in Mr. Brut's class," Erica said before starting to walk around shining a flashlight. "How are you cut? Is the slasher here?"

"...I hear people are calling her braceface," Heather replied as Erica took a moment narrowing her eyes at the other. Her footsteps echoed sharply around the deserted square, sounding overly loud in her own ears, like the booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner. She slowly turned her head spotting Erica doing math in her head. "But I did, we got into a fight and she got me pretty good," She said gently before smiling. "But the old captain still keeps fighting!" She said before stepping into the cafeteria.

"Is Amber in here?" She asked as Heather spotted what she was looking for. The coffee cup was a rustic brown clay, the sort of look that spoke of a relaxing soulfulness. It was heaven to touch. Heather always thought such humble beauty invited the thoughts to go deep and reach high all at once. Filled with pink viscous liquid. She picked it up slowly and took a sip. A soft sigh left the woman as she licked her braces. "Heather, I think you shouldn't drink that stuff anymore," She said gently. "What about all the corpses they found in there?"

"It's fine, I don't feel any different drinking it now than then," She downed her mug. The smooth, pink milk created a contrast with the mug that lay on the table with others of its kind. the lustrous texture, topped with chocolate crumbles outdated the effect created by the coffee beans which placed themselves outside the mug, begging to be crushed! The vibrant aroma seemed to have extricated itself from the thick, cream coating over the surface, penetrating deep into his nose, watering his mouth. "It smells like Coffee, even looks like it," She said before drinking it slowly. Another mug, then another, then a third as she set the mug down and purred out happily. Her eyes were fully pink as she smiled. Erica took a moment before staring at her and turning around to try to find an exit plan.

"Do you know where Amber is?" She asked. "We need to get her and get outta here," She mumbled before turning to Heather, Who was watching the window. "Heather? Is...someone out there?"

"Henry, Ethan, Amber, Trinity, Myself, Erica, and Rusty." She whispered to herself. "Henry, Ethan, Amber, Trinity, Myself, Erica, and Rusty. Henry, Ethan, Amber, Trinity, Myself, Erica, and Rusty. Henry, Ethan, Amber, Trinity, Myself, Erica, and Rusty." She repeated before turning her head. "Erica and Ethan can swap." She hummed out before turning her head, the loud cracking of her right arm shattering, through her palm appeared the stolen fire-ax. She swung the Ax at Erica who ducked. Her eyes spotted a red light in the window. A Camera!

"What the fuck!?" Erica said swinging her flashlight, breaking the glass into the cheek of Heather and starting to rush through the school. Towards an exit.

Blood poured from her cheek as Heather let out a hissed noise of anger. She rushed towards her, dragging the bone-like ax through the floor as she swung again hitting the locker, she retrieved her ax and swung again, whiffing, hitting the floor, wall, lockers, and even ceiling in her reckless swing. Erica rushed up the stairs and without giving Heather a second chance to swing at her jumped out the window.

Falling onto that season-softened bed of leaves was the greatest of bliss, for though it was crunchy too, though there were sticks and beetles, breathing in the aroma of the earth and watching the freeform clouds was a kind of atmospheric poetry. In the leaves, glass was next to her as she quickly stood up and started running, limping with each footfall. "Help!" She shouted loudly.

Dennis frowned spotting Erica running and quickly opened her bag pressing a button on her walkie-talkie. "How fast can you get to the school?" She quickly asked.

The apartment was nice, Emma laid on the couch, Amaris and Holly were drinking tea as Beanie jumped dropping his. He quickly grabbed the Walkie. "Right now!? If I head there now, I can be there in maybe 5 minutes, if I go the speed limit," He replied rushing towards the door. "Whats going on there?"

Beanie said rushing to the van not telling anyone else. "Erica is running from the school, I caught the slasher on camera," Dennis replied, grabbing the camera and rushing with Erica. "I'll get her attention." She spoke as rushed to the cheerleader. Dennis heard the other start the van up through the walkie.

"Erica!" Dennis shouted before turning her head back to the school. Pink bright eyes peering through the black of the night. Erica was sobbing as she ran and stopped as she saw the bright white and blue BusterBlocker Van pull up. The back doors opened as Beanie motioned her in.

"Come on!" Erica nodded slipping in and shutting the doors leaving Dennis. "I got Erica, where are you, Dennis?"

"Dennis!?"

The pink eyes peered at Dennis as Heather suddenly smiled. "You drank it too." She calmly smiled. "Good girl, Drop the Walkie, and destroy the camera." She watched as Dennis eye's locked with hers, connecting the two as she dropped the Walkie talkie and stepped on it. Then slammed the camera to the ground. "Good, Now, Follow me." She walked back into the school as Dennis followed her.