Best Enemies

Hanna

We all file behind Rubi, and I am glad that she's the one blocking us from whatever is to come. Rubi is so strong and so confident. She has such a positive, yet judgemental air about her that makes being around her so comfortable. Kelly-Louise even dyed her hair brown and cut a fringe identical to Rubi's. This was soon gone because everyone thought she was obsessed with Rubi and would probably have plastic surgery of Rubi's face, which I mean who wouldn't.

Rubi unlatches the door and walks in. The room smells like dust and rusted iron. There are fresh footprints in the layers of thick forgotten filth. 

 Suddenly I am scared, this has all seemed like a dream up until now. We follow the footprints, each of our hearts beating as hard as one another's. My hands are shaking and when I touch the cold, faded walls my heart jumps. As if a signal throughout the room had been switched on, a blinding light erupts from nowhere. We all fall to the ground in pain and I start to scream. When no one comes and drags me away, or a blood thirsty demon eats my eyes I begin to sit up. But right now I would prefer that the demon ate my eyes because a sight hits me that is unbelievable. 

 Just like the painted panel outside the room there is a circle of figures around a metal table. And to my disbelief in amongst the satanic group there is one. One person that I have grown to know so well. Bruises stain her skin green and there is dried blood in her hair. Unlike the picture I got texted, her eyes are open now and there is a cloth over her mouth. She doesn't struggle, she only lays there in complete horror. Her green eyes are dancing around in fear and her hands are white fists. She isn't looking around, just staring straight up. I follow her gaze to the ceiling, a mirror the length of the room in hanging on chains a metre from the roof. The expressionless faces stare straight at her, their eyes dull and their bodies limp. The people only look around the ages of 9 to about 17. Where they past victims of Alcor's torment or are they something worse?

 I remember when Rubi came racing into my room four days ago, screaming about the strange children and the women with a plait. These are the kids she was talking about, completely brain washed and unresponsive. As I walk closer all of the heads turn to me in unison. Now that I am looking them in the eye they look sad. Like they know what is happening to them, like they want to escape. I look back to the mirror and see that one of the older children isn't looking. He has washed out blue hair, with too many piercings, his clothes are full of black and red patterns and he has an apocalypse of jewellery. In his heavily bejewelled hand is a silver dagger. The way it glints in the inexistent light make me freeze. His hands are now moving towards Nutmeg's greatly strapped wrists. 

I forget the crowd of eyes and shaking hands and move straight to Nutmeg's side. Though just as I push through the crowd and reach the metal table Nutmeg's blood is splattered over my skin. I taste the bitter sweetness in my mouth. Nutmeg's cries of pain are enough to aggravate my senses. I pull myself off the floor and knock the blood covered dagger out of the guy's hand. I unravel the strapping across Nutmeg's bloodstained wrists and pull her off the table in a sensitive hug. 

 She cries and I cry, her head is buried in my shoulder and I feel her tears falling down my collarbone. I hear a scream and then footsteps running towards us. I brace myself for an impact but it was not enough. Nutmeg and I were knocked to the ground, a heavy body lays on top of us and squishes us in a hug. I open my eyes and see askew glasses and messy hair with a colony of freckles along his nose. 

 Felix and I are pressed face to face and his tears are rolling into my mouth. I slowly wiggle out and leave them. I look around for Peter and Rubi. I see them in the corner their faces a picture of delight and dread. I follow their gaze to the masses of bodies strew over the floor in the place that they stood.  

Some sit up and rub their eyes like they have woken up from a deep sleep. Others look down at their hands like they are confused who they are and why they are here. Some are covering each other with an affectionate hug and tears are streaming down their small faces. 

 As I walk towards Peter and Rubi hands grab my ankles and trip me as I walk. Peter and Rubi meet me in the middle and we embrace each other. This tender moment doesn't last for very long because the door opens and the lights go out. 

 Someone is there.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey guys, 

Thank you so much for sticking through this journey with me!!

It has almost been a year since I started writing Best Enemies and I can't believe that my little paragraphs have transformed into a 17,000 word book.  And I'm not done!!!

Recently I have been going back to read my first chapters and I have realised that they were SERIOUSLY bad!!!
I really want to change them but I don't know how.  If you have any tips please let me know.  

Hope you enjoyed this chapter (and sorry I didn't upload on tuesday), there is plenty more to come.  

Moz xx