Cascade

Chapter 3

I had alot of success. Mikaela Shirman toke alot of pictures. She snapped a few of extremely popular and rich celebrities choosing who would be killed next, and she took videos of them watching the screen and cheering when someone died.

Of course I probably just tramatized her for life, making her watch people of all ages get shot, and exteme close-ups of people with gruesome symptoms of the desease. Once I'd escorted her out safely and made sure she was posting them right then, I went back in to go find the other members.

I ran into Seon first, her fiery rd hair and dress make her easy to spot.

"Hey!" she greets.

I grab her hand and pull her to the side closer to the wall. "Hey, are you ready to leave?" I ask. "We don't have to stay, and I have a bad feeling."

She frowns in confusion. But I know she will trust me that we need to leave. I normally love parties and stay til the end of them. I'm the first on on the dance floor and the last one off of it. And she knows that my intuition never lies. I've gotten them out of bad situations more than once.

"Yeah, sure," she answers. "Do you want me to wait in the limo?"

"That sounds great," I answer. "I'm going to find the others."

"Okay, stay safe," she brushes her hand down my arm before turning towards a back door and exiting.

I glance around, almost panicking. I know the pictures have been up for a while now. I pull out my phone and pull up the internet, quickly searching Mikeala Shirman's name.

"이런 세상에" I whisper, holding my head in my hand. Her pictures are number two on trending, just after the normal Gala stuff.

The internet hit it faster than I expected. Something bad will happen, I just know it.

I spot Binnia fast, her all white appeal makes her look like an angel. "You need to get to the limo, As soon as posible. Seon is already there. We got to go now." I know I sound stressed, but she needs to get out and know I mean business.

"Um, yeah. What's going on?"

"I'll explain later, okay? Just get out of here."

Yeosin and Dal-Rae are together, talking to American pop singer Amelia Wood. Not sure how to get them away from her politely, I scribble them a note.

I walk up to them. "Hello, ladies," I say, brushing Dal-Rae's hand and handing her the note before continuing to walk away. Amelia calls out hello, and Yeosin smiles. Dal-Rae looks purely confused, but I see her steal a glance at the note. I smile.

I start to get myself out, but as glad as I am to be leaving, I stop at the drinks table for one more glass of punch. That stuff was realy good. Just as I grab a cup, I brush against the hanging curtain behind me.

As quick as a flash, a pair of hand dart out of the curtains and grab me. A sweet smelling cloth is pushed onto my face, covering my mouth and nose and filling my lunges with the scent. I drop my drink and it spills down the front of my dress. The hands pull me behind the curtain and lay me on the ground.

The last thing I remember thinking before I black out is, 'Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all."