Camilla entered Emlyn's room; she had been torturing her mind for days with endless visions of her destroying the world, murdering people, and the overall catastrophe she had created. However, even Camilla knew what today was. Emlyn glanced up at her, meeting her eyes, and Camilla was holding a slice of cake in her hand, a candle sat on top, and she had her hand covering it so it wouldn't go out.
She set it down in front of Emlyn and smiled, "happy fucking birthday; how old are you now?" Camilla said, and Emlyn glared.
"21," Emlyn replied and rolled her eyes; Camilla beamed with excitement. A bottle of champagne appeared in her hand and two glasses.
"In that case, guess we really do need to celebrate!" Camilla said, and Emlyn scoffed.
"What do you suppose we celebrate? You murdering people? You torturing me?" Emlyn asked sarcastically, and Camilla rolled her eyes.
"Fine, if you don't want to celebrate, we won't; enjoy your cake and champagne." She set the bottle and glasses down and left Emlyn alone.
Emlyn sighed and looked at the candle on the cake and wondered if birthday wishes could ever come true, now would be the time. "I wish Stella would find me..." She said aloud and blew out the candle. Setting the cake back down, she sighed to herself and muttered, "it's supposed to be fun turning 21..."
She cut into the cake with the fork she had and watched a red liquid pour out of the middle, but that wasn't all. Emlyn dug a little further in and found an eyeball, and screamed. The red liquid was blood, and Camilla really put a human eye in her cake. She threw the plate across the room and put her head in her hands.
This day couldn't get any worse, right?
***
The Storytellers were looking at a world map in a local library, and Stella felt an odd sensation tingle throughout her body. Her hand immediately landed on a location not far from them, "find out what's in this area." She said, looking at Bob, who was on a computer. He googled the area and shrugged. I don't know; there are a few places, "a Mcdonald's, Frito factory, ad abandoned mental asylum."
"She's in the abandoned asylum," Stella said, and they all looked at her confused.
"How do you know?" Mystic asked, and Stella shrugged.
"I don't know, but I can feel it. We are going to need some help, though." Stella said, and Mystic thought to herself.
"I know someone who maybe can help us; let's see if I can make a portal I've been practicing," Mystic said and waved her wand, and a portal appeared.
"You can make portals now?" Sarah asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I figured it might come in handy, so I was practicing back in our world; wait here," Mystic said, then went through the portal. She returned about a half-hour later with Zelda.
"Oh hey, Zelda," Stella said, and Zelda smiled.
"Hey guys, Mystic told me you need help rescuing Emlyn. Of course, it may be my birthday, but I could never leave a friend hanging." Zelda said, and Stella gasped.
"It's Emlyn's birthday too! She's 21 today; interesting how you both have a birthday on January 22nd and look exactly alike." Stella said, and Zelda went white as a ghost.
"I'm 21 today too..." She said, and everyone looked at each other in wonder.
"We don't have time for this; we have to go save her; come on," Sarah said and grabbed the directions Bob printed off the computer, and they followed her out the door.
"Mystic, think you could teleport us?" Stella asked, and Mystic nodded and held up her wad, but they were surrounded suddenly by guards.
"You're not going anywhere," Ginger said as she stood in front of the guards.
***
"Did you stop them?" Camilla asked from the roof of The White Castle as she watched the mayham below in the streets. People where tearing each other apart and she was enjoying every minute of it.
"Yep they're in your prison knocked out. They should wake up in a few hours and then you can start your little game." Ginger said and Camilla looked back at her smiled.
"Very good, go enjoy the rest of your evening I'm sure there's some unfortunate man who will fall and die to your charms." Camilla chuckled and Ginger smiled.
"Well I am a succubus, but for the record I swing both ways."
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Drive (The Badlands Series) Book 4
FantasyA mysterious girl, a mysterious sleeping spell, a mysterious car crash, and now Emlyn's missing. It's up to Stella to lead The Storytellers on a mission to save their friend and leader. With Camilla and Ginger taking over Americana in the process, t...
