The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 17: Tristan

Tristan Tanner

Two days.

It had been two days since I last saw Cheryl and Leo. Under those two days, I've figured out Leo was a back-stabbing traitor, since he left his laptop at Cheryl's house. It was open, so I saw all the email exchanges between him and William Kei and their plans. I even managed to find out she was the Blood Assassin Princess, the only princess left to wield the Blood Assassin to its full power. I haven't slept in while, trying to find a way to get to Arizona.

"Fucking piece of crap.." I muttered, walking through the streets.

I was talking about Leo, but I guess nobody would've known. How the hell am I supposed to get to Arizona?! I've seen the map of the place that Leo had placed in his laptop, but I'm not sure if that's a trap. I sighed and kicked a rock, trying to find out if I was overthinking. Maybe if I was half as powerful as Cheryl, I could just fly there in one trip. But I'm not. She's more powerful than me. I had already left a note at my house for my mom, just in case I was in Arizona by the time she came back from her work abroad. I was just praying she wouldn't tell anyone, or else it would've caused a panic.

I slumped onto a bench and looked up at the sky, staring at the clouds. I really do miss her.. Even as a tease, I really did like Cheryl. My cheeks flushed just thinking about her, and I slapped myself, trying to get over the fact that I was acting like a sappy thirteen-year old girl that saw her crush wink at her. I looked back down, and in my hand was the necklace I had given to Cheryl. It was worth no cash to me, because I made it myself.

I wonder if she notices that she's missing it.

It was a dumb thought, but maybe she did. She usually had her hands on the owl charm whenever she had nothing else to do. It was a habit that built up. I guess I wondered a lot of things about Cheryl. I didn't know much, but I knew enough to know that she was hurting. With this, I also wanted to know if she was lonely at where she was held hostage.

Maybe she misses me too.

Cheryl Faun

Every morning was the same repetitive morning. Every afternoon was the same lazy afternoon. Every night was a different night. I was currently laying on my— well not really— bed, trying to think of how to send a message to Tristan. I had nothing to fiddle with, since my necklace was gone. I was scared that Leo might've taken it and destroyed it in some random rampage of wildebeests.

I was looking at the door, and it opened, making me sit up immediately. To no one's surprise, Leo walked in with something in his hand. It looked like a pair of handcuffs. Why so early? Usually, at night, Leo would take me to the chambers again to have my blood checked. If the music attribute's blood was more powerful, they would be able to force it to take over my control system, also known as my brain.

"C'mon, love," Leo said, walking up towards me.

I didn't reply. Ever since I discovered I was the Blood Assassin Princess, my words seemed to disappear. I didn't speak to anyone, only when I needed to. I usually spoke to the sky now when Leo left me alone, hoping the wind would somehow drift the words towards Tristan. Sometimes they would force me to choke up words up to the point where I wouldn't be able to breathe, but I still wouldn't say anything. It was alright, but not my choice of home.

I looked at the floor and stood up, mentally sighing to myself. "Will it hurt me..?" I mumbled quietly, like I always did whenever they needed me.

Leo smiled, but it seemed lifeless and empty. "That depends on your pain tolerance, love."

For a second, I couldn't hear the last bit of the sentence. My ears began to pick up screeching, beeping noises, making me feel as if they would explode. What's happening? I suddenly collapsed onto the floor, my eyes wide with my hands holding the sides of my head, trying to close off my ears. The beeping continued, and buzzing began to play. Screeching noises, like nails on a chalkboard, made me tremble. Cold shivers struck down my spine, and I didn't notice that my mouth was open.

I'm screaming.

I couldn't hear anything from the outside world. Leo was kneeling beside me, shaking me, trying to get me to stand up. His hand on my arm was the last thing I felt, with the floor disappearing at my side. My knees were up to my chest, and I felt too scared to move. Soon, everything began to fade into nothingness, and I was losing all five senses slowly. Everything was disappearing, except for my thoughts.

I can't.. see anything.

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Third Person

24 hours.

All was quiet in the Atlas Bomb territory, silence hanging in the air on a thin line of tension. In the experimental room, Cheryl was in her last— but repaired— chamber, with water and bubbles floating around her unconscious body.

Much has changed since the last time we've seen her. Her black hair had grown longer, with purple streaks running through it. Her skin had been more pale than usual, and her arms and legs were dotted with tattoos, purple lined with black ink. On her left cheek were sprinkles of music notes, which also surrounded much of her facial features to frame her face.

A scientist, who was clicking away at a computer, said, "Captain, I am 100% sure that Cheryl Faun's alter ego is prepared to come to the outside world."

Leo peered at Cheryl, whose arms, legs, and torso had been attached to all the wires in the chamber. He nodded, understanding. "I will be in my office. Once she is done with the complete transformation, send her alter ego straight to me at once."

The scientists nodded. "Yes sir!"

"Before that, make sure she is on our side," he added quickly, only to disappear before anyone could look at him.