Phase One

Chap 1

"I wasn't like most people," they used to say to me. I would always sit in the garden; alone; watching all the little creatures flying around, and the blue sky that seemed alive. And I used to think to myself, "When death comes for me, what then? What next?"

But little did I know that death was very alive, very painless; and right around the corner.

The death...that would CHANGE, MY, LIFE.

~Sarah

November 21, 1923

As I stood there, by the pot of fire burning my last journal entry, I thought about it. Who knew that death would be the thing my life was missing. Well, it wasn't really life anymore. It was freedom. Things were happening, and I had to destroy my stories; my life; my old life-forever. As they burned, I'd never felt so alive. But at the same time, I'd never felt so trapped, angry, and vengeous.

September 18, 1903- two guys- eighteen and twenty-one, were killed. There were no bullets, no knives, no bruises; just a slashed chest, a puncture wound through the heart, and a broken neck. There were no traces of the killer; no dna- nothing. Just a trail of blood to where they were dragged- in an alley, leaning against the side of a building, like their bodies had been thrown, and then fell to the ground.

FBI said that it had happened at night, and that the killer had probably used hand-made weapons since they couldn't find any traces of them. But what they didn't know was how, why, and who. Three very important pieces of information that I had to keep away from them- any way, shape, or form that I had to.

I didn't know at the time, but I just knew that I had to keep them away. Something; something inside me; it was telling me to. I didn't know what, I didn't know why, but I just followed my instincts, and did.

September 28, 1904- Twenty-seven FBI agents, police officers, and investigators were killed. They were killed the exact same way as the two guys, a year and ten days earlier. But the public stayed unaware of what was really going on. Each killing was said to be animal attacks, and the public just went along with the idea.

The news reporters were not allowed to capture any image of the bodies, and pictures of the scene were taken only after the bodies were carried away, and the scene was cleaned. Family and friends were only allowed to see the bodies after they'd been wrapped to cover the marks. And the public started to take their pets to obedience school, to be sure that it wasn't their pet doing the killings. But the killings still went on. And it was released to the newsrooms that it was "a group of animals from a nearby wilderness".

October 28, 1904- It's three days before Halloween, and a few students and I were put to decorate the entire school for the Three-Day Celebration and school dance. We were able to get into the school earlier before the school actually opened, so that when the school was opened, everything would be a big surprise.

As I was putting up decorations, my friend Emily walked up to me. Her hair was rose red, wavy and somewhat messy; and her light brown skin was impossible to resist. She joined high school the same year I did. Her family had been in an accident a couple years earlier, so she was living with a "relative" she refuses to speak of.

"So, you going to the dance? I hear it's gonna be 'night of the living dead' if you know what i mean," she laughs.

"I don't know, will i be eaten alive by Miss Queen of the Devils over there?" I joked.

"Probably. But maybe if you pour some holy water on her hair, she'll disappear back to hell," Emily suggests with a smile.

Or maybe she'll grow horns and kill me. But let's not give her compliments. We don't want her to get her hopes up." I laugh and give a small grin.

"True." Emily agrees.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the crazy, and the crazier. With you two as friends, the possibilities are REALLY endless." a familiar voice joked from behind us.

"Why thank you. We try." I turn around smiling to face a tall, perfectly tan- skinned boy with chocolate brown hair that had caramel highlights on the front of his hair, which stuck straight up and was messy; but completely adorable. His eyes were the most beautiful silver and his smile was like heaven on any day. his teeth were pearly white and every thing about him was just perfect. And his name... was Tyler.

"Oh that reminds me-Sarah, the keys to the supply room- I need them." Tyler requests.

"Alright. I'll go with you since I'm almost done, and you always wind up breaking something down there anyway." I joke giving him a hand gesture of some sort.

"Okay." He responds and heads back to his work.

"I'm gonna go unpack the rest of the boxes so we could finish these decorations and start on everything else, okay?" Emily suggests to break the awkward silence of us not knowing what to say.

"Alright, I'll finish the rest of these decorations then." I add.

"Yup." she responded turning away and giving a thumbs up in the air.