Darling's POV"DARING!" I yelled frantically. I had hot tears streaming down my cheeks, ruining the fantastic makeup I had worn to Blondie's goodbye party, but I didn't care. My hairstyle was coming undone, the elaborate curls were falling into my vision,
And I had tripped over my designer heels and fallen into two large puddles of blood, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to find Daring. To find a friend. I had looked everywhere, but Daring was nowhere to be found, dead or alive. No, I couldn't start thinking that he was dead. He's alive. He has to be. I had slowed to walking up the stairs, occasionally calling Daring's name in desperation. I soon walked down a deserted hallway, and I heard a large noise. Like mining tools. I thought this place was deserted... I turned the corner and walked right into the doorway to a terrifying scene. Sparrow Hood stood, covered in blotches of blood, cellphone in hand, was hitting a grotesque corpse with a metal crowbar. He looked up when he heard me. I backed up a step. "s-Sparrow..." I said shakily, backing into the wall. But he spoke before I tried to scream. "It's nice to see you here Darling. Doesn't this look odd, or perhaps crazy? Me? Hitting a dead body out of pure enjoyment?" He raised the crowbar for another strike and I closed my eyes. I heard a sickening splatter. Then Sparrow cackled. I felt sick. I opened my eyes again, trying hard to not retch. "So Darling," he turned his phone towards me, "How would you like to join my collection?" And he pushed the forward button on the phone, and the corpse images blinked past, and I just screamed, and kept screaming and only stopped screaming when I couldn't hear his sick laughter and taunts for me to come and play anymore. I had run, run almost halfway across the school. I had taken shelter in a hole in the floor on the first floor. I wouldn't be able to be seen, unless you stuck your head directly in my direction. I was petrified with fear.
My hands were over my mouth, and it took all my will power to retch or sob uncontrollably. Then I heard footsteps. I felt my whole body start to shake. Then someone looked at me. I quietly screamed. It wasn't Sparrow, nor Daring, but a boy older than them, with blonde hair and kind blue eyes. "Hello miss, are you hurt?" I shook my head and tried to scoot away but he was saying, "My name is Alistair Wonderland, I used to be a senior at Wonderland High, but I did the Bunny friendship charm and was transported here." I felt my eyes widen, and I pulled my hands away from my mouth, "I'm looking for my older brother, have you seen him?" Alistair shook his head. "I'm sorry but I haven't seen anyone, and I'm looking for my younger sister, who was also transported here. Here let me help you up, your dress is getting dirty." He held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me out of the hole. "What's your name?" He asked. "Darling Charming." I replied, I had opened my mouth to speak before I heard him again; Sparrow was laughing and saying, "Come out little Darling, Come out..." I squeaked with fear and hid behind Alistair. "He's trying to kill me.." I choked out. Alistair put one arm in front and said, "Don't come out yet." Sparrow stood in front of him now.
"Well I guess you both can join my collection!" He cackled and swung the crowbar at Alistair, but Alistair had pushed me and himself away from Sparrow. Sparrow missed, and in a split second, Alistair had pulled out a silver knife, and stabbed Sparrow in the side of his neck. He pulled the knife out and blood splattered Alistair's face. Sparrow sunk to the ground, and started convulsing and coughing up blood. Then all of a sudden Alistair turned his head towards me, a malicious look in his eyes. He was even smiling. Then he chuckled and said, "Don't worry Darling, your big brother always has your back... Isn't that right... sister?"END OF PART 2
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Ever After High: Corpse Party
FanfictionIn this chillingly horrific story, a supernatural occurrence sends several Ever After High students' lives into jeopardy. Welcome to Heavenly Host Elementary, a dilapidated school where many young children have been brutally murdered. And the worst...