The Misfits.

Chapter Six.

TUESDAY 11TH APRIL, 2016. 1:18 PM

A shrill scream pierced through the air. Blood poured freely from the ravaged wound, pooling to soak around her feet. The silver of the knife glimmered in the pale moonlight before it moved along horizontally, slashing the pale flesh.

Cassidy felt someone tug at her arm. She flinched, turning. It was Daphne.

"What?"

"You were staring at Alejandro," the other girl replied, pulling her back to their seats, "which is kinda weird."

"You speak as if everything that's happened up till this point isn't weird."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Daphne said with a hand wave, "But, speaking of weird, what did you see when Al bumped into you?"

"Al?"

"Alejandro."

"Oh." Cassidy closed her eyes.

White bone stuck out from a sea of red.

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure?" Daphne asked, crossing her arms in a show of disbelief. Cassidy considered taking her freedom from the restraint that was Daphne's grip and running but, ultimately, decided against it.

"It's... very vague. The one I had about Randy would make perfect sense in comparison."

'Vague' is an understatement.

"Humor me, Cass."

Cassidy took a slow, shaky breath. "I saw..." Then, she trailed off. Daphne was growing increasingly impatient.

"Fine. Don't tell me about Al." Daphne shrugged. Cassidy narrowed her eyes at her, prompting another halfhearted shrug, "Really. Don't tell me."

I suspect that the passive-aggressiveness is strong in this one. At least it is better than aggressive-aggressiveness.

"Unless he tells me that he's okay with it..." Cass said, "Because, I feel like this is all just some glorified form of invasion of privacy."

That and I don't even understand what I saw... And, I'm not sure I even want to.

Daphne sighed in reply, apparently choosing to give up trying to gauge information out of the redhead.

"Fine. But, I vote that we get out of here before Randy gets back with Alex." She proposed, looping an arm around Cassidy's own and using that medium to begin dragging her out of the cafeteria.

"Wouldn't we want to tell Randy about the vision?"

"No. If you're not particularly happy to divulge what you saw, then would you really want Randy's pesky butt trying to pry whatever information he wants out of you?" Daphne's question was punctuated by with an eyebrow raise. Cassidy had no choice but to agree. To that, she nodded.

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TUESDAY 11TH APRIL, 2016. 1:14 PM

The smell was slightly and sickeningly sweet, akin to that of burning pork, or fat. Ethan could nearly envision the tantalizing sight of a healthily plump pig, skewered on a spit, slowly being roasted over a perfectly made fire pit, its mammalian pink skin slowly taking on a more brownish color as the sun slowly disappeared down the horizon of the Hawaiian setting. Then, he fully remembered the cause for the smell, and felt a form of dizziness overcome him, the nauseating taste of vomit building, the bile threatening to spill out from the back of his throat. Carelessly, he hunched over, taking quick, sharp breaths in a failing attempt to calm his agitated nerves. A hand moved to help him rest against the couch, gripping as much of its fabric as it could. Eventually, his numb legs failed him, forcing him to collapse to his knees. Cold sweat beads trailed down his back, mimicking the foreign sensation of an army of ants storming down in the many. He turned his head to the body that lay in the middle of the room, motionless. Sunlight, coming in from the window that had been smashed open, bathed her body in a heavenly form of white light. It gave the illusion that the crumbling aperture was her soul's opened gate to heaven.