Polynatural-Book 1

Chapter 12

Hello day one of suspension, I thought as I threw the bright, pastel colored covers off of me. Currently, I'm residing at The Boss's house for safety measures, and of course to be under a watchful eye. Because the whole society was destroyed, the dorms within were too. All the other supernatural spies are put into the emergency hideout. I'm not there because I'm obviously suspended. The whole society should know about my screw up by now. Oh just great, they must be making a ton of jokes and snide comments about what a fail I am.

According to the news The Boss received, nobody was killed, but there were severe injuries found on many of the top ranked agents. Only a few top agents weren't injured because they were on a mission in Bangladesh.

"Good morning Lacey, breakfast?" asked The Boss's wife with the sweetest voice. It's as if her voice was coated with sugar.

I simply shook my head at her. It was a little rude of me, but I don't care. I'm suspended from my true ambition, nothing else matters. I lazily walk over to the geometrically shaped couch and pick up the remote, flicking on the vintage T.V. Might as well watch it, I don't have anything better to do. I sprawl my body onto the couch and  uninterestedly skip through the channels. It doesn't take long for me to lose my interest. My body flips over onto my back as I stare up towards the popcorn ceiling. I try to connect the dots, forming some picture or image in the ceiling. It's my fruitless attempt to escape the realm of absolute boredom. I groan with frustration as my body shifts position again. Slowly, the world around me begins to fade as blackness emerges into my sight. I've succumbed to sleep.

"Lacey..."

Who's that? I can feel my body involuntarily turning around, seeking the voice that haunts me.

"Lacey...." It whispers from my right side.

I rapidly turn, again, I see nothing. My weight uncomfortably shifts between my feet. Everything around me is so dark. I feel as if my sight was stolen and I'm wrapped in absolute darkness...alone with the sole haunting of that voice. The voice that I heard in the shaft, that strangely familiar voice. Suddenly, a static of an image zips past me. Woah, what was that? Forcefully, I concentrate, trying to make some sense from that flicker of static image. Nothing happens...Everything is stone hard black, possibly even darker than before. Then, like a gush of flooding water, everything hits me. Even my body lurches forward slightly from the impact. I see a hooded figure in all black cackling sinisterly at me as it writes something in the air. Pain stings up my arm like venom from a snake. But the pain is ignorable; my eyes are glued onto the figure lurking in the back, moving with incredible agility. Agility that is unreadable by my vision. The urgency to run influences my whole body as the figure in the black comes closer. Before I have the chance to move, a cold ashen hand digs into my leg. My nails grip on the slippery surface of the shaft, hoping to grab onto something. It's no use. The ashen hand drags me further and further down, down to the depths of what seems like the unknown. I scream out for help, but to avail, my voice seems to have deserted me, leaving me all alone with the hooded figures. A shot of pain races up my back and into the core of my head. The pressure of two hands pins me to the ground as I weakly try to escape. My tongue briefly brushes past my lips, but I can taste blood. It tasted of fear... I tried again to escape, but the hooded figure only put more pressure onto me. Oddly, it didn't hurt...As if the creature didn't want to hurt me...My shoulders sag a bit as I relax in the harsh grip of the figure. Its face begins to inch near mine. I expect to smell the foulness of its breath as it comes closer, but I am wrong. The hooded figure smells like candles and a hint of cinnamon.

"Remember me?" the familiar voice gently whispers.

I shake my head, afraid to answer the simple question.

The figure retracts its head back and reaches one hand up to its face. It adjusts the other hand, making sure I'm pinned down. I watch as it begins to lift its hood. A lock of jet black hair graciously flows out; the mask makes it way up towards the chin. It's a small, feminine jaw line. Delicate pink lips form a simple smile. I watch as the mask slowly goes up the nose, it's only a finger flick away from revealing the eyes. My patience begins to strain, unable to stand the suspense. Then the head of the figure flinches as it looks back behind it. Quickly, the mask recovers the face.

"Goodbye Lacey," it spoke rapidly and unwillingly.

Then, as quick as the vision came it disappeared.

I blink my eyes several times. My mouth drops open as I lick my lips looking for the taste of blood. There's nothing. Everything around me looks calm. I'm exactly how I left myself, lying on The Boss's geometric couch. It was just a dream... I shake my head trying to rid the dream and the eerie feeling it left me. My legs barely stand me up as I exit the house. I don't want to stay in there anymore, and end up falling asleep again. That dream was too real; it scares the crap out of me. It was just too unbelievably real, like it was a memory or something. But a memory has to be of an event that has passed in my life. I've never witnessed that event...

As I walk onto the lawn I spot The Boss's car. He won't mind if I hijack it. I'll return it. I use my telekinesis to unlock the car from the inside. Once inside, I rewire it to get it going. The whole process easily took less than a minute. I press onto the gas pedal and take the steering wheel firmly in my hands. Unfortunately, my mind starts to wander back to the dream as I drive down the streets. With immense effort, I force it back into my head. Frustrated and equally exhausted, I decide to concentrate harder on driving. Maybe that will distract me. The surroundings pass by as my eyes scan the whole area. I'm not going anywhere particular; I just need to get my mind off.

A familiar building begins to appear up ahead. It's the school. The thought of it makes me smile. Parker Smith is in there...Him and his beautiful self will most definitely distract me. Hastily, I pull into the parking lot. Excitement pounds through my veins as I briskly walk to the entrance. My grubby hands open the doors, eager to find Parker. I'm not sure why I'm so eager. Ever since the last time he's tried to kiss me, I've felt something for him. He's easy to spot. Down the hallway, his back is faced towards me. There seems to be a table in front of him? Parker is casually reclined in the seat while a group of guys are crowded around him, hunching over the table. On the opposite side of the table there seems to be some sort of line forming. It consists only of girls. Hmm... I wonder what's going on. Curious, I quickly walk down the hallway. As I get nearer I notice the girls are signing a paper? All of the girls are flirtatiously looking at Parker. Some even look a bit nervous. And all of them are dressed exceptionally slutty. All their chests are on the verge of popping out, along with their butts. What the eff is going on?! By now I am a few inches behind Parker. I can make out what the paper says. On it there's a long list of the names of girls. Beside their name is a set of digits. Their numbers I guess. When my eyes reach the top of the list, I inhale a surprised breath. The paper is titled Birthday Sex.