Mangled (Book One of the Mangled Series)

Chapter 10: Falling To Ganon

Two Weeks Later:

Amelia's POV:

"So," I start. "Mark's dead, Felix is dead, Shine is dead, Kat's dead, and so is Skippy." Matt, Ella, Jake, and Nate nod their heads in agreement.

"That makes five. They barely put a dent in the YouTube community," Starts Jake, "but with those five alone, they've really shaken us all up. Those are big YouTubers." I can see tear streaks running down his face, and I comfort him. I look at the rest of the group, who are definitely shocked over Skippy's death.

"Uh, guys? Skippy and Felix's funeral is today. Are we going?" Asks Nate.

Nate's dressed in all black, and his hair is done up. "We don't have to if you guys don't want to, but, you know, I thought maybe we could comfort their families." He says. "You know, be nice people."

I give him a weak smile. "Yeah. I'll go. Jake? Ella? Elle? Julia? Joanne? You guys coming?" I ask. My phone vibrates in my pocket, to the tune of Crossing Field. I take the phone out of my pocket and see that my friend Ruth, a.k.a. , texted me.

Hey, are you and Nate going to the Funeral of Skippy and Felix? I am.

I text back, after everyone agrees.

Yeah, Nate, me, Elle, Ella, Julia, Jake, and Joannah. Meet you there?

I click off my phone and continue talking to Nate, who is being a little paranoid.

"Nate?" I ask. "Are you okay?" He looks at me and nods.

My phone vibrates again. I look at the text on the lock screen.

Unknown Number:

See you soon, Ms. Smith. You won't have to wait for your funeral.

I scream and drop my phone. Nate and Julia race over to me and comfort me, trying to calm me down.

Nate's POV:

Amelia screams as her phone drops to the ground. She usually only screams like that when we're playing Slender or something like that. Worried, Julia and I race over to her.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask.

"M-my phone got a text." I facepalm. A text?! Really? I know she's paranoid, and believe me, I am too, but a text?

"Ames, are you getting scared of a text?!" I ask.

"Nate, if you've read it you would understand." She says as her phone is handed to me. Her fingers brush my calloused hands, and I quickly read the text. 

"Oh, Amelia. Now you've got me scared." I say. "Really, let's think about our safety for a second, and figure out if we should go." 

Amelia shakes her head and sighs. "Nate, everyone else wants to go. C'mon." 

I follow her out and start thinking. Is she going to be okay? Honestly, what about the rest of them? 

"Nate," she interrupts my train of thought. "The cab's waiting." 

I open my Twitter and waves of tweets directed towards us flood my notifications. Kind words like "I'm sorry," and "You all are in my prayers," are in most of them. 

Amelia looks over my shoulder. "What'cha doing?" She asks. Her face falls instantly. "Oh." 

"Yeah, I don't know how, but they all know." 

The cabbie stops. "Well, this is your stop. That'll be fifteen dollars!" 

We quickly pay the cabbie and walk in. You can do this, I think.