Domesticate (Discontinued)

Chapter Ten, The Dolls Will Follow

(Zay's POV)

Issac would kill me if he knew what I knew. He would kill me with his voodoo powers. That's what he had, voodoo powers. I wasn't about to confirm that for him. He knew nothing. I would like to keep it that way. They weren't just any voodoo powers though, no, they were dark, demonic voodoo powers. And if Issac knew what I knew, he would off me. He would kill me with his voodoo powers.

I hadn't much for mysterious back stories of other people in my life, but Ashton told me about two years ago that Issac was the product of dark magic. He was a demon child. I didn't believe them at all, but when I saw that video, well, that's all she wrote.

The only explanation was voodoo. Those plushies they had - voodoo dolls - that kid they burned - voodoo magic - and I'm pretty sure that book Issac and I are going to look for would be voodoo magic 101 or something along those lines.

But I couldn't be bothered by that right now, there was blood on my leg from Issac's careless and stupid nature. I had to bind it, cover it, do something with it and fast, because the longer it waited the more suspicious we looked and the more blood came out of my leg.

"I need a rip from your sweater or something" I said to Issac, Issac looked at me and laughed a cocky, sarcastic laugh.

"Hot chance, use your beanie instead" he replied, I shook my head at him, aggravated.

"No. You got us into this mess, now you can get us out" I stated. Issac sighed deeply.

"You know," he said while grabbing a hold of the bottom half of his pullover sweater, "if this was CinemaSins, that cliché sentence would count as like 5 Sins" he handed me the ripped piece.

"Well aren't you glad Domesticate is not a movie then" I said, getting no reaction from Issac although I could sense his annoyance about my cliché sentence and then my 4th wall break. I tied the piece around my leg and then me and Issac walked up to the door, knowing on it. Michael answered.

"Where in the hell did you go?" Michael asked, Issac rolled his eyes.

"To blow each other off in the forest," he said sarcastically, although my face turned bright red as I began to dwell on his sentence.

"This isn't a joke, Issac" Michael said. Issac rolled his eyes again. His eye sockets must have been tired by now.

"We went to the park to converse, don't worry we won't talk to those strange guys anymore." Issac said, Michael's eyes widened.

"Don't you wanna know why your not aloud to?" He asked, Issac pushed Michael out of the way to get into the house.

"No, I could care less. I don't like them anyways" Issac said, both me and Michael looked at him as if he were an idiot. Michael probably because Issac just brushed the situation off and me because Issac was being a bad actor.

"I'd Like to know" I spoke, Michael turned to me and let me into the house as well.

"Because they are supposed to be really bad druggies, they also vandalize things and are rumored to be very violent," Michael said, "we have friends back in Britzton" when I heard the towns name I almost fell to the ground, overwhelmed by what we had seen before. Voodoo. That was the only thing that popped into my head.

"Oh, ok. I see. Me and Issac won't be pressured into anything they do" I said, Michael nodded and smiled, leaning down to my ear.

"Can you find out what's wrong with Issac? Me, Calum and your dad's are probably going to go for a store run really quick" Michael said. I nodded.

"Yup. Of course," I said, walking off towards Issac's room, "I'll let you know if anything" I said. Michael nodded. I walked into Issac's room and saw him laying face first into his bed. The sheets were black, grey and white checkered.

"What are you doing?!" I whisper yelled. Issac didn't say a word. I heard Michael gathering up my dad's and Calum. I shook Issac's arm.

"Issy!" I whispered yelled again. I heard the door open, foot steps moving outside and then shutting. The click of the lock sound.

"What is this?" I yelled loudly this time. I heard a car door open and close, and a car engine start. That's when Issac jumped out of his bed, almost hitting me in the process, and rushed over to his parents room. I hissed to myself. He couldn't find that book, I knew it was going to be about some voodoo things or dark magic or something.

I rushed over to the room and saw him placing the book on the bed. I smiled at it, finally being able to look at it up close and personal. I ran towards him.

"It's not-" Issac opened the cover. Inside amazed and confused me. There were no pages, the book was hollowed out. Instead there was something rather odd placed inside. Something I couldn't even begin to explain. Issac took it out and placed it on the bed beside the book.

It was a grey, metal box, rusted on the ends, a lock hanging from the front, keeping it closed.

"What in the world-"

"You can pick locks right?" Issac asked, cutting me off. I didn't bother getting mad at him, I only nodded, mouth agape.

"Well then do it!" He demanded. I searched my pockets and found a bobby pin and some string. I stuck it into the lock with the string, wiggled it around and then pulled on the string and the lock came undone.

Suddenly, just as Issac was about to open it, a orangish yellowish light came shinning out of it. Issac tossed it onto the floor and it hit the floor with a loud bang. The lid flew off. Inside was something I couldn't even fathom.

Real life voodoo dolls.

There was...

There was one of Phil. There was one of Alex. There was one of Tyler. There was one of Louis and Niall. There was one of another boy with brown hair, brown button eyes... There was one of Issac.

And.

And there was one of me.

"They follow..." A voice from seemingly everywhere echoed.

"The dolls... They follow..."

A/N sorry to leave you hanging like that but it's what I do best! I have a quick question - what genera would you consider this book and voodoo doll? I was just wondering because I can't place a genera on it, I wanted to get your guys' opinion. Thanks for the reads! XOXO