Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 4

My skin felt like it wasn't attached to me, stained red and brown. I hadn't been able to move from the spot in a few minutes, water was starting to flood into my room.

Orga is dead, Rose is dead, Sting is dead. But I some how survived. It didn't feel real and I pinched myself leaving bruises. This actually happened, it's not just a dream.

A snap made me flinch and one of the eyeballs bounced off my head and landed centimeters away from me. I screeched, kicked the thing under the bed and scrambled up against the wall.

How could I just Sting and Orga die? They would still be alive if I could have warned them or put up a fight against that.... Thing.

Another movement from the corner of my eye made me jump and grasp the knife handle, plunging it in and out of Rose's corpse with quick and loud breaths.

"It's not the damn dog, you idiot," a voice thundered over me. I ripped the knife out of her body and coward, slowly looking up.

"Who are you?" My voice was barely there.

"Well, lets just say," he bent down, his face inches from mine. "I'm your worst nightmare."

"You were the guy from before. Are you the one who did this to my house?"

"Not exactly, and no that wasn't me, but he was one of my minions. Vinny, you know him right? I mean you should, you talk to him every morning."

Vin. Oh my god.

"That doesn't explain who you are and what happened here."

"So eager, I like that about you, aside from the bloody body that's a nice touch." When I didn't respond he continued. "If you must know, I'm Zeref, King of Chaos."

"Oh my god, of course you are. What next, Master Makarov will come back to life?"

"I can make that happen."

"Don't. Why are you here?"

"Oh, I haven't been doing much recently, thank you for asking. My good friend Vinny has been keeping tabs on you for me. You are the only one who stayed in the area after your silly little guild disbanded, quite interesting I must say, I thought you would have ran like the rest did. Well anyway, Vinny told me about your little story and about the ideas you and that, what's his name, passed around-"

"His name is Sting!" I yelled.

"It's not polite to interrupt. As I was saying, he listened a little bit and told me some interesting things you wrote in there. And of course I just had to get my hands on this best seller. Everything seemed under control until you got nosey and started looking around for it. Vinny turned into his true form and got the job done, for the most part; he didn't kill you. So I'm going to finish what you started."

He began reaching his hand out to my face. "No, please," I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I don't want to die, please."

"Zeref," a glint of metal swished through the air, chopping off his arm. He winced and stepped back, a flash of blonde getting in between us. "Get the hell out of here now."

"Tch. I should have known you would still be lurking around. Fine. But I have the book so it doesn't matter, I'll just come back. See you again, Levy." He grabbed his detached arm and disappeared.

"You ok?" The new person turned around.

"Mavis! It's you!"

"Goodness, you are a mess. Let's get you something to cover up with," she walked over to my closet and opened the doors. A bunch of cockroaches and spiders dispersed, crawling over to me and climbing up my legs.

"EW," I shrieked and jumped up, getting on top of my nasty bed.

"So your clothes have been shredded, which doesn't do us any good and you seem to have a bug issue. Do you have any neighbors?"

"Uhm, yeah there's a family with a teenager and two children on the corner of the street."

"Perfect, I'll be back."

Two minutes passed of water flowing into the room and drowning some of the bugs. I'm still so confused on what is going on, I look like a freak show, I smell like I died and have been rotting, and I just want to sleep for the next few years.

"Ok, I grabbed some clothes from the teenagers room. I hope they fit." She tossed them into my arms. "You aren't going to be able to take a bath or shower for a while but hurry and get dressed. We probably want to get out of here before the cops get here."

"Why the heck would the cops be coming?!" I fumbled into the clothes. It was a pair of jeans that were a little tight but fit, and a too small shirt and bunched up at my chest area. It looked like it was supposed to be a crop top but it was like a second bra on me.

"Trust me, throw these on," now she threw a pair of boots at me. I slipped them on, snatched up the knife and we bolted out the back door. "Looks like we are just in time. Down!"

I dove into the grass, scuffing my palms up. A loud boom shook the ground, glass shattered and the temperature changed. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the mess. She blew up my house, and it was now being eaten away by fire.

"Cue the sirens." It came faintly at first but was quickly approaching. "And now we run." I was yanked to my feet and we began sprinting again.

"Aren't you going to explain what's going on, and why you blew up my freaking house?!"

"Not now, talking is wasting energy. I'll tell you when we are a safe distance away. You still have that knife, right?"

"Yes," I ran my hand over the handle, the blade part stabbing my thigh with every step I take.

"Good. You're going to need that for what's going to be coming." I groaned, not knowing what the future had in store for me.