The Four

Chapter Eleven

EMILY

Before we set off we researched the demon more. We had found the it. It did, as we thought, possess people in their sleep and make them kill themselves. It feeds on the emotions that accompany suicide, like betrayal, guilt and grief. It takes energy to possess people though, and the demon only has a certain amount of energy though, so there is a limit of time before it has to rest. The sun also weakens it. Zoe said we were waiting until the demon was resting and then we would attack it, when it was weakest.

Zoe is handling this really well. I wonder if she does this all the time? I can't believe she's managed to keep this a seceret for so long. How long has she been a witch? Why are her parents always out or away? And why did she keep it a secret from me for so long? I have so many questions, but with all the chaos over the demon I doubt I will get answers until this has all died down.

It is dark when we set off. The small green car is stuffed with as many weapons as we could fit in. The rain pounded on the roof, leaving tracks where drops had streaked across the window. I had butterflies in my stomach. What if we couldn't kill the demon?

I tried to push my worries aside as Amanda turned on the radio. A familiar song started playing. I couldn't quite remember what it was called, and I didn't have time to find out because, before I knew it, we had arrived at the theatre.

We all got out of the car, closing the doors as quietly as possible, so we didn't alert the demon. Zoe waved her hand over the door and the locks clicked open.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

We all jumped as the floorboard creaked underneath my feet.

We carried on walking, when all of a sudden something fell down on to the floor in front of me. Not some thing. Someone. The figure was standing about 10 metres away from me. The someone pulled an object out of its pocket and pointed it at me. A loud boom echoed around the theatre.

In that split second, I realised. Everything turned to slow motion. The object was a gun. It was a gun, pointed at me and the boom meant that the someone had pulled the trigger.

Almost as if that thought had made it happen I felt a sharp pain just to the left of my belly button. I looked down to see blood blooming from the wound, my life streaming out of me, drop by drop. I heard Zoe scream.

Now I remembered. That song... Rock and roll suicide. How ironic.

I slumped onto the floor, and closed my eyes.