PSYCHOPATH [COMPLETED]

Aliances

A/N: ❤️ Hey Guys! Vanessa here! I'm sorry for the huge delay of chapters...especially someone (You know I'm talking to you 😬) and I apologize. But now my exams are over and I can write all I want! Please enjoy Part 8 of PSYCHOPATH; Alliances. 👌🏻😅
-Vanessa

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Isabelle walked back home, Paul moving the other direction with the aged book in hand.

What had just happened?

She was still in a daze of confusion. Before that everything was peaceful as Paul and Isabelle discussed plans, but then a wall kinda came up.

Then they saw Belle, Patrick and another Spirit with dark brown hair. They seemed to raging mad, and even before they could hit each other, the wall had closed again.

She could still hear Belle snarling behind the wall.

Then, they had been teleported back to reality, the book opened up as if they had just came out of it.

Now, Paul had just took the book and left. They agreed to text each other to 'chat' but inside they knew it wasn't so 'chill'.

As Isabelle went back home, she opened the door to see something flapping around her house.

She scrambled in almost immediately. Her mother was frantically running around, fully awake already, trying to hit it with a broom.

"Get out you dumb bird!" She screeched. Isabelle moved near it, hands stretched out before her. As she neared it, she could make out yellow distinguishable eyes and a sharp beak.

She immediately thought of Patrick's eyes, but looked closer and found it...kinder somehow.

Was that a owl?

(Brossellsprouts, this is my second time writing your name in my story. You said you was joking about this owl, but guess what? I'm using it! 😏)

Just then, the owl swooped at Isabelle's mother.

The woman let out a sharp scream and tried to dodge, as the owl swerved, but for some reason, the lady just coughed. She then lowered herself onto the floor and fell asleep.

(LOL, I'm sorry, Isabelle's mother! You just need to be sleeping beauty for this story...😅)

"MOM!!" Isabelle shrieked. Not again, she thought.

At that moment, just as Isabelle waned to hit the owl with a candle she picked from near the TV, the owl moved towards her.

Isabelle growled at it, but almost dropped the candle in utter amazement when the owl slowly transformed into a human.

The person that 'emerged' from the owl had blonde hair that he racked with his fingers. The yellow eyes had shifted to a gorgeous hazel, giving the facial features of a boy.

No matter how gentle the person looked, Isabelle was sure she wasn't going to trust someone who just transformed from a owl.

"Who are you?" Isabelle growled at him again, brandishing the candle. She looked ridiculous, but she didn't care as long as she sounded menacing enough.