Monster prom- Smile for now

Chapter 10: An old ribbon

A/N: oof

The stars shine brightly in the dark sky, the wind blowing harshly, birds nowhere to be seen. My feet dangle from atop of the building, staring up at the sky. Eveline and James left to there rooms three hours ago, Sam going to bed as well. I decide to visit the stars, looking for the one dad always loved. I find it shining brighter than it did before, staring at it I smile at the fond memories I had with dad. I hear a shout from below and I look down at the ground to see a large group of monster walking in the middle of the road, each one looking very familiar. "That bitch didn't help at all! she just said ask her father! We can't go up there!" a red spicy unicorn screams, setting a tree on fire. "Damien calm down, we just need to find someone who can," Vera says cooly, swiping through her phone. A scream is heard in the distance and all our heads turn to it, I start running on the edge of the building hopping when needed. I screech to a halt where cries are heard from down below, looking down a man is forcing himself onto another, the cries ignored. I grab my knife and throw it down towards his head, lodging into it and the man falling to the ground. I climb down the ladder and walk over to the body, ignoring the monster that is frozen in place. I grip the handle of my blade and pull it out just as the group of monster arrives at the alley. I look up at them and run back over to the ladder, quickly climbing up it. "Hey!" Damien shouts running over and climbing after me, grabbing my foot. I growl and kick off my shoe, continuing to climb to the roof. We get to the top and I start running, hearing his footsteps and two others close behind. I come to a dead end and I'm trapped with Damien, Scott, and Liam in front of me. My shirt slips oof my shoulder and shows the bruising, I cover it up quickly but Liam still catches it. "What happened?" he says, taking a step towards me. I hold up the knife towards him "Don't fucking come near me" I say, breathing heavily. Memories I've tried so hard to forget to start coming backlighting fast, my body going rigid. My knuckles go white from the grip I have on the knife, not lowering it. "look noob, we just need to know how to talk to your dad." Damien says, sounding irritated that he needs to ask for help. "He's dead, y-you can't talk to my dad..." I say quietly, my eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. "Yeah, we can! Vera, Liam and Damien went to talk to your mom today!" Scott says, Liam head shooting towards him. "Scott we weren't supposed to tell anyone!" he says, Scott suddenly looking sad. "W-what?" I say, lowering my knife. Vera, Polly, and Miranda pop up behind the boys. "whats happening?" Vera asks and the boys turn there backs towards me for a moment telling her in hushed whispers before turning back to me. I look behind them and see a griffin land behind them quietly, the same one who saved my ass from death a year ago, glaring at them all. I pocket my knife and nod my head at it, staring into its eyes before going back to looking at the crew. "I want you to tell me who made this, and what its made of now," Vera says, sauntering over to me and pulling out my knife. "I-I made it myself, and its made of glass and steel," I tell her shakily, intimated from her height that towers over me. She laughs and leans down a little to my height. "Funny joke, now tell me who made it." she sneers, her snakes hissing. "I just did! I made the blade my self!" I snarl out in irritation at her thinking I was lying. "Scott, is she lying?" Vera asks, not looking at him. "No, she's not," he says a moment later. She stands up to her full height but doesn't move. "Where did you learn?" she asks, looking at her nails. "I learned from my uncle on how to make the steel and shape it into what you want. Threst I taught my self." I say, wincing slightly at the pain in my chest. "I need to go so... great talk," I say, running past her and everyone else, climbing onto the griffin and he screeches before flying off. I lay my head on the back of his nack and grip on his feathers for fear of falling. "what should I name you?" I say aloud, looking at the bright lights of the city. "How about...Cyamites?" I ask him, getting off him when he lands onto my building. He chirps and pushes me towards the stairwell that leads back inside. I laugh and walk towards the door, looking back at him. "See you tomorrow Cyamites," I say and leave, going back to my room and flopping onto the bed and falling asleep.