My Life As Stacey Green.

Chapter 6

This chapter is dedicated to Elena_Doran, happy birthday :-) xx.

I spent about a day longer in my room, occasionally petting Bob or talking to Sam when he visited. If anyone else visited I didn't dare speak a word. What Sam had said about having to kill anyone that I told about the 'mission' really shook me up. I was laying in my bed, my hands were shaking and my vision was blurry due to lack of sleep. My eyes started drooping and a wave of exhaustion over took me. I closed my eyes just for a second and I was whisked of into darkness.
"Why is she so important? Why do our master want to kill her so much?"  A voice hissed. We were in my parents lab, a hooded figure was skimming through the documents. The hooded figure, let's call it Cecil, scoffed.
"'Many inter-bred hybrids escaped back into the shadows'? This is a joke. They honestly didn't think that we were being summoned back into the shadows? Stupid mortals."
We? Cecil had mentioned that 'We' were being summoned back into the shadows! That meant that he was one of those inter-bred hybrid things! I focused on Cecil and noticed his withered hands and hooked fingers which sent shivers down my spine.
"-has her DNA twisted in hers! She could stop Master's plans like you have been told many times you spoon!" A second, more feminine voice scolded and another cloaked figure, lets call her Penny, came up behind Cecil and hit the back of his head. Cecil dropped the papers he was reading and spun around. The lights dimmed and shadows seemed to gather in the corner of the room. A young girl I a stained red dress stepped through the shadows and frowned. A growl ripped from the back of her throat.
"Stop fighting! Master has said that we spent too much time playing with our food, it's time to kill the girl." She smiled a cruel smile and seemed to look straight at me. She opened her mouth as if to say something else-
I was awoken by Sam shaking me and shouting at me.
"Wake up Stacey! They are coming! Get up!" I reached out and slapped him.
"I bloody well know!" I scrambled to my wardrobe and noticed a fresh backpack with my stuff. I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder.
"We need to go." He whispered a harsh urgency evident in his tone. Hastily I pulled out a random shirt from my bag and pull it over my shivering figure and we begin our escape attempt. Sam pulled me out of the door and we scrambled out into the landing and down flights of stairs. A low moan sounds from the rooms. Gormless figures approached us, from left right and bloody centre. "Run!" He yells. Yeah, you may think this was like any chase scene where they play dramatic music and we look all bad ass, in fact it was the opposite. We were scrawny, I was bloody, he was dirt covered and we looked, well, mad basically. Kids stared at us in, surprisingly, shock and as soon as Madame Lazzelle saw us, well let's just say she was foaming at his tight lipped mouth. "Stop them, please!" Sam begged Madame Lazzelle as he pulled me behind a book shelf.
"Why should I?" She replied, grinning malevolently. Then something out of this world happened. Sam stares at Madame Lazzelle deep in the eyes and it's as if a mystical force takes over her body she announced, almost robot like,"STOP, YOU VILE, MUTINOUS ANIMALS!" Even to this day, thinking about it causes me to shiver or worse wake up in a cold sweat. Then simultaneously the zombies stop and wake up in a white temper, yelling and protesting about lord knows what. I looked at Sam quizzically but he just stared at me, stone cold and threatening. Then she suddenly came round and hollered, "Get back to work!" And instantly everyone continued their current routines and acted like nothing ever happened. "Oh yes, and you child can go back to your old room, much as I will regret it, you've suffered your punishment." Madame Lazzelle finished with a small wave of her hand before stalking off. Sam smirked at me and I actually smiled (for real) back at him.

*The Next Day*

Sam kept looking hopefully at me the next morning at breakfast, but the other kids moods were very, very different. They were either crying and yelling or clustering in small groups and whispering, occasionally looking over at me. I approached one of the younger children and asked her:
"Why does everybody stare at me like I'm a murderer?"
She stared at me for a long time and then simply said, "You are a murderer." She scampered away back to her table leaving me staring wide eyed at the place where only her shadow lingered. I turned around and stopped. Her shadow stayed. Turning my head around I noticed that my shadow had joints with the young girls. Suddenly an hand grabbed mine and someone whispers in my ear, "Play along with it." It was Sam, "There's a family hoping to adopt, just do what I do" I nodded stiffly and followed Sam to the hallway where I froze with panic. They were here. They had found me. The cloaked figures and the little girl were wearing normal clothes and acting like normal people. I nearly had a heart attack. I didn't have a clue what to do. So in the end I just followed Sam . We had to stand in a line while the 'family' walked along yanking our heads side to side. Just as they were about to get to me, Sam pushed me to the ground! I can't believe it! I think he bruised my shin... But I guess he did save my life... I guess I have to be grateful but STILL it hurt! The 'family' snarled once they got to the end. "Where is she?" The tallest cloaked monster barked. Madame Lazzelle peered about quizzically, "I'm not sure, come back in a few days and we shall have her, served to you on a plate." She bargained, before scowling and once again looking around. Fear pounded in my chest, my lungs buzzed and my heart skipped several beats. "A-hh.." I begin, but Sam shoved a fist in my mouth as they swished past us towards the beckoning exit. As soon as the door swang shut, Madam Lazzelle screeched, "WHERE IS SHE, FIND HER YOU BLITHERING IDIOTS!?" A fluttering sensation began in my stomach, seeping terror edging its way up my body, almost causing me to vomit. And that's when all hell broke loose. Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me, we scrawled across the stone hall and up the seemingly never-ending stairs. "Hurry!" He hollers and we dive into his room and bolt and lock the door. "Turns out we have a change of plan, we're leaving tonight." He pronounced as he grabbed a ruck sack and began packing. I just looked at him, I followed suit and began shoving a few other things in my rucksack and he grinned uneasily. "Take as much as you need." And with that our heist had begun. I hastily changed into my favourite casual clothes, the ones I would wear when Charlotte, Libby and I would go hang about the town, drinking redulls and chomping on sour skittles, the memory pained me, but I believed I may have the chance to see them again, little did I know how wrong this assumption was. It consisted of black, skin tight jeans, purple crop top and a dark pink hoodie, as well as black converse. "Wear this," he instructed, before shoving a black ski mask over my face, I scoffed,
"Why?" He just smirked,
"You don't want to be seen, now do you?" I shook my head and opened the window, to release a stream of cool air into the sodden room. "Ready?" He asks, a few minutes after. "Yeah, I sure as hell am." I whisper flatly.
"Well let's bloody get a move on then." He nodded at the grimy, open window, gulping I sat on the windowsill. "You'll have to jump, its the only way to not get caught."
"How would you know?" I mutter harshly, but his ears must have been super sonic or something for he replied with, "Because I do it all the time." Sighing heavily I swing my legs over into the open air, it felt beautiful to be free from the confined prison in which I lived in. THUD! I land on the grass, it is full of dew and wildly over grown. "Hey!" I gasped, spluttering for air and grasping my chest, breathing heavily. Within seconds he landed silently next to me. "Ready?" He whispers. I nod, cold creeping up my spine. Then we ran, more like sprint, or pound across the scoping lawns. But the building began wailing with ear splitting sirens. "RUN!" he bellows. Surprisingly I don't struggle to keep up or stop and let sweat trickle down my forehead, no- I run like a wild beast that hasn't been freed in a year. We dive over thick bushes, scraping myself mildly. But then we reach the gates. Looking frighteningly behind us, I noticed Madame Lazzelle and her zombified warriors, hot on her heels, bounding towards us, weapons of all manner protruding from their pockets. I choke a scream and followed Sam as he hurried up the spiralling gates. I find it fairly difficult, for I wasn't one of those seven year olds who particularly had an interest in clambering up trees, I found it irrational and proffered to play games like hide and seek in the woods and go camping with my friends there as well. He grabbed my hand, (causing me to have a hit rush of blood, zoom around my body, my heart thumping) and we jumped, not as scary as jumping three floors into a soft pillow of grass, but still pretty terrifying. And we didn't land on grass, it was gravel. He pointed to the forest and yelled something unintelligible,due to the screeches of the alarms. But I followed him as he bounded into the mist of towering trees and thick vegetation. "Holy shi..." I begin, but I am stopped as he nods at Madame Lazzelle, who looks nothing short of dumb struck as she can't penetrate the walls and neither can her soldiers. "Good day, thank you for the worst years of my life!" He hollers, bowing and grabbing my hand again. And then I yell something utterly regrettable, "I hate you, you BITCH!!!" Sam and I turned on our heels and sprinted into the forest. After about half an hour of silent running, the only sounds coming from the crunching leaves and strange animal squeaks, I speak. "How couldn't she get through?" He looked at me gravely. "Stacey, can you do abnormal things, like see the future or past in dreams or control people or even cause pain to people by using your mind?" He asked, looking at me like I'm a freak.
"Your just going to judge me," I spit. He sighs and sits down on a tree root. "What?!"
"Stacey, tell me, I wouldn't judge you." Sam replied keeping his tone calm. "Well, I can speak to my cat and I have dreams about a creature called the Lazerous and my parents death and encounter with it. And it seems like I get new powers every bloody week and its like I'm discovering a part of myself I never wanted to exist." I told him everything an she listened intently.
"Stacey, I want to tell toy something but I can't, you will have to find out when time says so," it sounded sad and crest fallen but then he bounce back to his cheery self and we begin running again and after an extremely quick hour he announces, "We're here..."

Authors Note
Sorry we haven't updated in forever, please forgive us, we gave you an extra long chapter today. There might not be as many chapters over the Christmas holidays, as we've got to enjoy our holidays as well, but we will update before Christmas. Stay strong all of you who did he line project (me, Carys did) and I know its difficult to admit that to the world but I'm proud of all of you who did. Stay Fabulous.