It comes with a toy- i like that teehee
tastes just like chicken.
anyways....XD
Fifteen
We ran down the stairs, and on the last flight I leapt over the rail and landed in a crouch.
'That was crazy!' Dexter yelled but I kept running.
'So?' I called over my shoulder. There was another scream, more strangled and bloody than anything else, and I stopped in front of another hotel room on the second floor. Drawing my gun, I kicked the door open and walked inside slowly.
And stopped dead inside the doorway.
Dexter stopped behind me. 'Trix, what're you-' He cut off, looking at the grim picture inside.
To tell the truth, that was a massive understatement.
A woman had been brutally murdered- whoever had been here and failed to hack off her extremities, mutilating what was left, drawing long, deeps cuts up the length of her neck and cheeks. From what I could see from my position at the doorway parts of her and been yanked out, internal organs, and in their place were small traces of sulphur.
To make it all complete, a message had been carved into the wall, painted over in blood,
'This is the beginning of a violent era.
Hunters, you cannot stop me.
Cursed One, you will fall soon.'
And it was signed by The Medicus.
In a matter of seconds Dexter and I were flooded by other people, and the siren of cop cars sounded up.
I immediately grimaced as two began forcing their way through the crowds- I hate authority figures, cops the most, it's no secret- and quickly hid my gun away. The last thing I needed was to be pulled into this.
'Back away, folks, this is none of your business, just back away.' A man who had had one too many cheeseburgers shoved his way to the front door and started ushering us back. The stink of his underarms was enough for the first five rows.
Dexter and I quickly ducked out, and headed back up to our motel room.
'I'm guessing that's a cancellation of our breakfast?' I muttered, unlocking the door and stepping through.
'You're not seriously still hungry after just seeing that, are you?' Dexter asked incredulously.
'I jumped off the balcony off the second story of this crappy motel, and ran a little bit. So yes, I am. We should get some pie, actually. Do you reckon they sell blueberry here? Or just plain meat ones? God, I'm starving now.'
Dexter shook his head, sitting on the opposing bed. 'I really can't believe you sometimes, Trixie. Do you always think with your stomach, or is that just me?'
'Hmm?' I looked up from my almost empty wallet. 'No, it's just you. Hey, do you reckon you could spare five bucks? I'm gonna go buy me some pie.'
He gave me a withering look, and I quickly backtracked. 'And I'll get some for you too! Don't worry.'
'Don't you think we should be paying more attention to, oh I don't know, that bloody message below us?' He cried.
'Probably.' I agreed.
After a second, Dexter asked, 'What do you think he...or she...or it meant by 'The Cursed One'?'
I shrugged, not looking at him. 'I dunno.'
'You're lying to me again.' He said, more angrily hurt than anything else.
I clenched my jaw and looked up. 'No, I'm not.'
'I thought you promised not to lie to me anymore?'
'Yeah, well I've obviously never been able to hold any of my promises, have I?' I snapped, keeping my jaw taut.
September 1996
'I thought you promised not to leave anymore while dad was away.' Dexter said in a small voice, sitting on my bed with my pillow hugged to his chest.
I didn't understand it, but for some reason sitting in my filth made him feel better.
'Yeah, well, I've obviously never been able to hold any of my promises, have I?' I said, clenching my jaw in annoyance with myself than anything else.
'Seriously, Dex, you're six years old, and I'll only be gone not even an hour. I think you're old enough now to look after yourself for that long, easy.'
'What if the monster comes back?' He asked quietly.
I rolled my eyes. 'There is no monster, you just made it up for attention. I'll be back soon, just don't open any of the doors or windows and don't break any of the salt lines.'
I opened the door, letting in a freezing gale. And it wouldn't even snow.
'Are you sure?' He asked quietly, and for once he actually looked like a scared little kid.
'I promise.' I said, then mentally winced. Thankfully he didn't notice, and I stepped out, locking the door behind me.
Now where would I find some holy water?
The door shut with a solid thud, and for a few moments Dexter sat in silence with the sound of his hectic breathing acting as his only company.
'It's only a little while.' The six-year-old muttered to himself, running his hands through his dark hair.
That was one of the reasons that the few people who actually spoke to them didn't believe they were related- Bellatrix was tall, blonde and strong, while he was small, with dark hair and weak.
The only thing that was the same were their eyes- the same emerald green.
Wringing his hands over the pillow, Dexter stood and looked around the little motel room. It was small; the only separated part was the bathroom, and even that was small.
'It seems scary here.' A little girl's voice said behind Dexter, and he whirled around, holding the pillow up like a shield.
But the little blonde girl just watched him, and once he lowered it smiled sadly.
'Who are you?' He whispered. 'How'd you get in here?'
'My name's Gloria.' She smiled brightly this time. 'I've come to be your friend- I want to play a game.'
'What about the monster?' Dexter asked quietly.
'You're safe as long as I'm around.' Gloria promised.
Superfast Jellyfish :P
