(dedicated to 1Half_RollinGirl)
The phone rings, and you answer. Claudia is calling, asking if you want to come to her house for a small party. John, Bill, and Kira are already coming. You agree, and start getting ready.
A few hours later, you ring Claudia's doorbell. Bill answers the door. You walk in to find the rest of your friends staring at you blankly. You wave your hand in front of Claudia's face. She moves her eyes to look at you. Her eyes show that there is still life in her body. But she doesn't move anything else. You look back at Bill. He moves naturally. What did you do? you plead.
I made them better. Come, see.
He leads the four of you up to Claudia's roof, which features a widow's walk. Bill whispers something in Kira's ear.
She starts to slowly walk to the end of the walk. You grab her hand, but it slips away, and she plummets over the side, down three floors to the rose garden below.
See? I control them now. As I will with you, once I'm done with these three. You start to back towards the door to the rest of the house, but Bill tells Claudia and John something, and they come towards you. You scream for help as they grab your arms and lead you back to Bill.
He takes out an herb and forces it into your mouth. Suddenly you feel as if you have no control over your body. Bill commands Claudia and John to let go of you, yet he doesn't say a word. You can hear it in your head. You are told to walk back downstairs, into Claudia's parlor.
He reaches above the mantle and takes down an old sword. He places it in your hands and tells you what to do with it. You turn towards Claudia and John, who are lined up in single file. You then are forced to run them through with the blade. You pull it out, and they fall to the floor, lifeless.
Bill then leans the sword against the fireplace and turns towards you.
Your turn.
Fear runs through you as he picks up the blade again and pushes it through you. You fall to the floor, lifeless.
STAI LEGGENDO
Angel, I Hear You
DiversosI warn you: This may not be the right book for those who do mot like randomness. Anyway, you can laugh at my thoughts all you want. Read at your own discretion.