The Sliver Rose

Chapter Two: What Do You Want Daddy?

I quickly left after Jeff had done his "walking against the wind" trick and disappeared. I was becoming increasingly angry and annoyed. I had no idea where this God forsaken school was and this damned creature that was my supposed "father" isn't exactly a bucket full of information either.

I stalked down the side walk of the crowded town looking for my next victim. I came up empty as there wasn't a single bad vibe I could sense within a 10 mile radius of this town after I had killed that druggie family. I shook my head in frustration at not being able to take my anger out on something.

I was about to kick a trash can over in rage, when I stilled. Something was beckoning to me from the ally just opposite me. I straightened up and cocked my head to the side, curious.

Nothing stood out to my eyes. No movement, no shallowed breathing, nothing. Nada. Zilch. I squinted, odd, I thought. I couldn't see anything yet I just knew there was something there. Then it hit me, like a bin of bricks

There was something there. It was just skirting around my vision. This thing knew I was looking and was avoiding me. A dangerous smile seeped into my face, lighting my eyes in devilish excitement of the game.

"You know, I always win these games. You will end up as another notch on my bed post. Come out now and your death may be slightly less painful," when nothing responded to my generous offer, I smiled. So be it, I thought.

Stalking forward, I reached for my bracelet, fingering the scythe charm. In a matter of seconds I had a 7 foot tall scythe standing beside me, a pole of midnight, shifting and moving in the dim light a 3 foot blade extended from the tip, skinning like a stark white shark tooth against the gloomy black. I grin ripped it's way up my cheeks as I stalked into the alley cornering the creature.

Thunk...

Thunk...

Thun-

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I deadpanned staring at the grinning cat staring at me. Jeff The fucking Killer.

My earlier rage had again enfolded me in it euphoric claws, as my grin came back, and I gripped the scythe. I swung it over my head and slammed the razor point into the man who was pissing me off insanely.

...WHERE'D THE FUCKER GO?!

Staring blankly at the huge crack my scythe was wedged in, splitting the concrete in half. He just...disappeared. What the flying fuck?!

I heard a faint laugh from behind me, wishing my scythe away, the charm came jiggling back on my bracelet and my scythe disappeared. Spinning around, Jeff was perched on a trash can, fixing his jade eyes on me in amusement.

"You know, I just came here to tell you where the school was, well more like take you there, and I'm greeted with an scythe to the face! Honestly, I thought they taught you better than that," he grinned wickedly at me, trying to provoke me.

Refusing to take the bait, I simply glared and crossed my arms. "Well then, where in fuck's name is this place? And why do you have to take me there?"

"Well, it's a select school, so only people who are either; running or attending the school can take people there. Therefore, I am the Vice Principle and I have that power. Now, are you going to come, Dearest Daughter?" Jeff teased, seemingly amused with everything.

Even I cracked a smile at his attempt to sound like the shit bags that raised me, "How do you do this, Dearest Daddy?" I teased back, earning me a full out belly laugh from him.

His voice turned patronizing and baby like, "Well you see, you just grab my hand and I close my eyes real tight and then tap my heels together saying 'There's no place like hell! There's no place like hell!"

We both looked at each other and collapsed in laughter, after a while our laughter subsided into giggles and chuckles, Jeff said up and looked at me.

"What?" I asked curiously. If he insults me, I swear I will rip his balls off and feed them to a stray cat.

"I was just thinking that if we didn't piss each other off so much, we could actually be friendly toward each other," he suggested.

"We'll see," I replied cryptically and smirked.

He heaved himself off the ground, brushing himself off, "Time to get going!"

I watched as he too out his gleaming blade, and ran his index finger along the blade, drawing blood, the blade seemed to absorb the crimson spilling from his skin and glow a chilling scarlet. Walking up to the grimy alley wall, he traced a matching scarlet door on the wall. Tucking his blade away, he placed his pale hand against contrasting black wall and gently prodded it with his finger tips.

The black wall faded completely away only leaving a whirling vortex in the shape of a door. The red light spilling out landed on Jeff's half hood covered and scarred face, giving the eerie feel that just made me giddy.

"Well? Coming?" he held out his hand to me. Without hesitation I grabbed his hand and hauled myself off the alley floor.

"Just walk in the fucking vortex," I rolled my eyes at him.

He snatched my hand and held it in a steel grip, and we walked through the vortex.

As soon as I stepped in, my stomach dropped.

What the hell is on the other side? I swear if he's just doing all this only to throw me into a pit of snarling wolves and vipers, I will come back and haunt his ass.