Chapter Two

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You sat on one of the few medical beds in the small infirmary the hotel had. The doctor had just give you a shot and your shoulder was very sore, you rubbed it to try and relieve the pain but that only seemed to make it worse so you stopped.

You looked up at the doctor who was putting away all his materials. "Uh.. Was a shot really needed for something like this..?"

The man looked over with a pleasent smile. He had black hair that spiked forward and up, it was short on the back of his head though. He had blue eyes and a small beard growing along his jaw. "It was a new medicine that got approved recently. I was told to use it on patients from now on for food poisoning." He then walked away. "Your free to leave!"

Now that didn't sound right, you were not a doctor or even very smart for that matter. But you knew a shot for something wrong with the stomach just didn't really sound right. He could have easily given you a pill or, in the worst case, pumped your stomach.

A shot though... You slid off the bed and walked out of the room. Several other people were outside waiting for their turn. Maybe it was all peole from the same bar... But they were all women.

"How... Odd.." You muttered then walked bacl down the hall. It was beginning to get late so you thought you might as well return to your room. Eat something from your fidge and just watch a movie for free, as a special guest here you got a lot of nifty stuff in your room.

Once there you changed into something much more relaxing and pulled some fruit from the fridge, you then sat down on your couch with remote in hand. You flipped through the free movie menu and noticed you weren't all that hungry so instead you just put the fruit bowl down on the coffee table.

Suddenly there was a loud bang that made you squeal and jump from the bed. You looked around the room quickly and noticed blood was on the window to your balcony. You suddenly noticed how quiet it was.

You flipped off your TV menu and slowly stood up, with slow foot steps you approached the glass door to see a dead bird lying on your balcony.

"Oh no..." You opened the door and crouched to look at it. It was obviously dead, but you noticed the flower inside it's mouth. Trying not to touch the bird you slowly picked the flower from it.

Looking it over you saw that it was an Easter lily, which was a very pretty link and white lily. You weren't fond of lily's but this flower was pretty. Especially for being in a dead birds mouth.

There was a flurry of dark feathers and suddenly the bird that was dead at your feet was now screaming and flapping it's wings in your face. You shouted in fear and stumbled back into your room, slamming the glass door shut. You spun around and the lily flowers were all over the floor, like a field of lilys in your living room. You were about to reach for your phone to call someone to help when your vision got blurry and you stumbled.

With your shoulder throbbing painfully, and that pain steadily spreading, you crumbled to your knees. You held your head as the crying of the bird got louder and louder, your head throbbed and the dizziness took over you. You fell to the floor with your eyes barely open and your vision practicly gone.

You thought you heard your door open and someone talking but you lost conciousness.

The next time you woke up, it was to the dawn light breaking through your bedrooms curtains. You slowly opened your (e/c) eyes and rolled over. "Ah my head..."

You felt like you had a hangover, but you knew for a fact you didn't drink anything alcoholic. You stood up and headed for the bathroom.

In the mirror you could see your (h/c) hair was a little disheveled and that you weren't in the same clothes you fell asleep in. You tugged on the simple white and pink dress you now wore. It faded from top to bottom, pink being at the bottom, and various black speckles dotted the dress on random places. You noticed you were in a pair of white sandals and a decorative hair band kept your (h/l) hair pulled back away from your face, you even had makeup on!

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