The Secret Society

Chapter 7

Aaron wasn't in the dorm again that evening, something Brixlee didn't mind too much, it allowed her to moan without the worry that she was disturbing anyone and allowed her to stay naked. Cole held her tightly, the two of them slowly drifting off after an afternoon and evening of Cole paying for nearly everything they did, just to see her smile. It was certainly a romantic evening, something she rarely had and truly enjoyed. They didn't go in the showers like they planned to do, arriving home much later than anticipated; her paranoia of something following after her took hold and he made the executive decision not to go, but it was certainly something she needed, especially with all the unprotected sex they were having.

As her head started to get heavy on the pillow, Cole's arm draped over her was getting heavy as well. His body still moved slightly, trying to get comfortable on the twin bed they shared. A soft, yet cold caress touched her face. She shook her head slowly, thinking it was Cole trying to wake her up for another go, but Brixlee was definitely in no mood for that as fatigue started to take over. The caressing started again, building up her annoyance as she groaned and moved her head away.

"Cole, knock it off," she said, under her breath.

"What?" he asked with a yawn.

"Stop touching my face," she said, tucking the covers under her side.

"I'm not—holy shit!"

He opened his eyes to find a cloaked figure with a gold dagger standing on Brixlee's side of the bed. She gasped, moving backward into Cole's chest. Cole acted instinctually and shoved the figure out of her way, causing the dagger with red a red ruby on the handle to slice the side of Brixlee's forearm.

"Argh!" she yelped.

"Get dressed!" he ordered.

He grabbed his baseball bat from under the bed and swung at the figure, clocking the middle of their back as a deep groan escaped. The figure ran into the hallway and Cole chased after them, completely nude, and was met by two other ones. Brixlee threw on one of Cole's t-shirts, holding her bleeding arm to her chest as fear spread through her.

"Cole?" she cried, inching her way to the opening of his dorm to find him beating the three figures with his baseball bat.

"Damon's room is three-fifteen," he yelled, getting ambushed by the figures.

She ran as fast as she could, scanning the room numbers as she did. One of the figures chased after her, their thundering footfalls emanating a cry from her. She banged as hard as she could on Damon's dorm room, watching as the figure approached. With one more bang, the door swung open to Damon's angered face.

"What?" Damon shouted.

"Let me in!" Brixlee yelled as the figure lunged for her.

"Oh, fuck," Damon shrieked, pulling her into his room as Aiden, Aaron, and Shawn were crowded around the television playing a video game.

The figure jammed their shoulder into the doorframe, giving Damon the chance to grab his lacrosse stick from beside the door. The figure took a staggering step backward, their hands rising in the air as Damon swung and hit the figure in the jaw.

"Brixlee, what the fuck is going on?" Shawn asked, his eyes wide with worry as he jumped up from the floor and took her bloodied arm.

"Holy fuck!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Go help Cole," she said through cries.

Damon charged down the hallway, Cole's grunts and strains were echoing, and one of the figure's cackles echoed, too. The lacrosse stick met the one holding Cole, releasing him from getting another blow to the face and stomach. Cole scrambled to his feet, taking his bat again and the two of them started swinging at the figures.