A trail of sulfer was left and there was no sign of the little girl we'd once saw. Demons have officially stalked their way into our town. I mean, I knew we weren't safe, but I didn't know they'd come so soon. I was new to this hunter shit. Stepping into the room, I spin around slowly to examine everything in it. The table she had been on left some spots of blood, but other than that, no trace of her was left. Another victim I've failed to save. A loud whip comes from behind me, slamming the door shut, seperating Camden and I.
"Maizy!" He yells from the other side of the door. The handle to the door jiggles and the fear sets in. This is what demons like to see, right? They feed on our fear, don't they?
My breathing gets to a heavy, fast pace. I watch black smoke fly around the room in circles, not slowing down what so ever. Backing up, my back hits the door, speechlessly watching the show go on. Papers fly everywhere, pictures are ripped from the walls, and glass shatters onto the floors. Squeezing my eyes shut, The noises are mixed with the chaos infront of me and Camden chanting my name. Letting out qll these thoughts and fears and worries, I scream.
The room comes to a hault, and the smoke fades. The door rips off the frame, opening to reveal the scene and a concerned Camden. Racing into the room, he studies the scene, and turns his gaze to me. Stepping closer to me, I flinch away. He cocks a brow, taking one step closer and raises his hand to cup my face.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asks, examining my face. Snapping back intonreality, I close my eyes.
"Yep. Just gotta get used to this." I say, shaking my arm out. A burning sensation starts in my back but I just brush it off.
"Yeah, you need sleep is what you need," He starts, throwing a chuckle or two in his sentence.
"And a change of clothes." He finishes, tugging on my red-stained shirt. I crack a laugh and nod in agreement. Turning around to go back upstairs, I hear Camden mumble under his breath.
"Holy fuck," he murmurs, standing still. Turning to him, he meets my gaze.
"What?" I ask, crossing my arms. It's not like I dod something wrong. Right?
"Take your shirt off." He demands, coming toward me. Cocking a brow, I scowl.
"Camden, what the fuck?" I snicker. He did not just ask me that.
"No- Not in a sexual way-" he corrects, rubbing his forhead.
"Just- trust me. I won't look." He promises, waiting. I growl before going back up stairs before something else happens.
"Maze come on, I promise- somethings wrong." he chases after me, meeting me in the living room. Turning to him I scowl.
"Why in the hell would I take my shirt off for you anyway?" I snicker, crossing my arms. Groaning, he squeezes his eyes shut.
"No, that's not what I'm saying- just take it off!" He pleads, running a hand through his hair. Turning my back toward him, I cross my arms to grab the hem of my shirt.
"Camden, I swear if-"
"Maizy, I'm not going to do anything. I promise." He confirms. Taking my arms out of my sleeves, I lift the shirt so it hangs off my shoulders covering my ladies.
"Fucking shit," He grumbles, tounching the back of my shoulder.
"Does your back hurt?" He asks, running his hand across my shoulders. I shrug before answering.
"Eh, a litlle."
A flash comes from behind me as he reaches around me to show me a pictures. Three flashes started at my shoulders and made their way horizontal down to my hip. Each slash was about two or Three inches wide.
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Teen Fiction"You're an asshole. I've tried so hard to prove myself and to impress you, and this is my reward? Fuck you. If you kill them, might as well kill me." Maizy hisses, refusing to let him intimidate her. "You'll regret this." "No, I won't." ~~~~ Maizy h...
