Gab's P.O.V.
I need an escape. I'm sure Sam needs one too. The weekend is over and to my unfortunate experience, this weekend was nothing the faintest close to relaxation. I'm still traumatized about what mom and dad told me.
*flashback*
"Gabrielle, we need to talk." My mother said
For once in my life, I'm scared. I'm nervous; I don't know if I can breathe or not. I see dad holding an old book. It looks like a 16th century book. My dad gave it to me and said
"In our family, we have an original bloodline. Our family preserved this bloodline. I know Tobin is after you two and we have to give you this," he said handing me the book
"It'll help you. It's full of notes, and formulas and only few can read the last few chapters. I hope you can," my mother said
"So you're saying it's an heirloom?" I glanced at the 16th century book once again
"Yes. Samantha, Gabrielle, go to your apartments now. It's the day we need to go." My mom starts crying. Tears starts to well up in my eyes, then I blacked out.
*end of flashback*
I lost them. Mom. Dad. Ricky. I need to protect Sam.
Sam's P.O.V.
Gab blacked out last night - the same night our parents commited suicide. Oh and remember the street? The street Gabrielle was trying to tell me the other night? It's a sign. Yesterday, I got a message. I know I didn't say it because it was unknown. Suddenly, it all became clear. Our parents told us about that bloodline thingy. I pace around the room for awhile then decided to knock on her door. When I was about to knock she opened the door grinning like a maniac, holding an art de noveau french design.
"It's in here. There's a commission, Evatrip society, it can help us. I think that is where we should go!" She says
"It's brilliant. It's a plan. But we lead them not vice versa. Plus where are we suppose to meet them?" I replied
"I know. I got a message. I already know. They gave us a message. It's cool. They told us to call Cody." She says
"Who's Cody?"
"IDK. I just hope he got no bieber hair," she chuckles
"I know it."
Unknown's P.O.V.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Right move. Wrong application. Is the second game ready yet? It's a game. A puzzle yet it is critical.
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Blackemia Apocalypse
HorrorNobody knew it. But we did. It's something that runs in our veins; It's sort of unrealistic. It's something new, a mistake. It'll drive us to the end. Why did he have to do it? Samantha and I know. Our parents. Our family, friends. It's all because...
