The 13th: Book 1

Chapter 2: A calm before the storm

"Drip... drop... drip..." From each drop of water on the bathtub, its sound sharply echoed through the vacant room, followed by the sound of a squeaky faucet which covered the sound of each droplet, with each turn. Then suddenly hot water poured out from the shower faucet. Covered in dried out blood from head to toe with the blood of her aggressors, she stepped in under the showers. With each time, from each sequence of water pouring down, she washed away the dirt, leaving murky bloody water down towards the drain. After a while, the sun finally rose, raying upon the town, its rays passing through the fragmented windows and directing the light towards the one, passed out, sleeping in Lillian's room, waking him up.

Steve: "The sound... of water?" Growling a bit, as he sat up on the bed "My head... I must have drunk too much once again. That said..." As he looked around, he continued. "Where exactly am I? This isn't my room and I don't remember how I got here." He stood up, noticed that he wasn't wearing his shirt and went to grab it from the chair. He started putting it on as Lillian got out of the showers wearing only a purple bathrobe and drying her hair with another small towel.

Lillian:"You're finally awake."

Steve: "Miss Lillian, I didn't expect you to.... Where am I exactly?"

Lillian: "Isn't it obvious? You're in my room." She sat down on a chair in front of a vanity, grabbed hold of a brush and started brushing her hair.

"Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding..." Rang the big bell from the town's church.

Lillian: "Will you be staying for breakfast?"

Steve: "Thank you for the offer but... I... I have to go." He quickly grabbed his belongings and headed towards the door.

Lillian: "No, thank you for the night. It was fun." She said teasingly as she stood up and unrobed herself. Letting the bathrobe fall down the floor.

Steve left the scene closing the door behind him.

Lillian: "See you soon, Mister Steve." She said so, smiling as she grabbed some clothes from within her wardrobe.


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Same time over at Christina's place, the man who fell was still lying on the floor, Lana hurriedly ran down the stairs to join up to him, still holding on to her whiteboard. She came upon Christina standing there looking at the corpse lying down on the ground, holding on to a bottle of milk and she looked towards Lana who just arrived at the scene.

Christina: "I believe you just dropped your boyfriend." She said so calmly as she points at the man lying down on the ground.

Lana quickly wrote on her whiteboard: "He's not." And she shook her head.

Christina: "Awww, don't be shy." She headed towards Lana and petted her head. "Why is he lying down in front of the garage. When you think about it... is he even alive?" She grabbed his hand and checked his pulse, ignoring the small pond of blood just where he hit his head. "Lana, dear, you're not supposed to kill your boyfriend you know, at least introduce him to us first."

Lana flustered, quickly wrote down on her whiteboard: "He really isn't!"

Christina: "How cute, you're blushing! Now, now, if he's not your boyfriend, who is he then?" She stood up and pondered to herself still holding onto the bottle of milk.

Lana wasn't that surprised by how her cousin was treating this scenario at all. Christina has always been a peculiar person since the day they met. She remembered how Christina tried to dig up a grave once out of curiosity on how a dead person looks like. Soon afterward, blood started flowing back into the corpse's body, his injury disappeared and he then woke up, sat up from his position.

The Corpse: "Ouch, that was actually painful." He said as he touched the back of his head.

A moment of silence filled the place, as they stared at each other. He who was supposed to be not breathing anymore, was there sitting down as if nothing happened. Christina dropped the bottle of milk, breaking it on the floor and the milk splashing everywhere. Don't get it wrong, fear wasn't found in her eyes, not at all, instead, it looked like the eyes of a child who received her favorite toy on Christmas. She jumped towards the man and inspected each corner of his upper body. Confused by what's going on, he looked at Lana with eyes of expectation, seeking for help. But instead of helping, Lana took her gaze away.

The Corpse: "Can someone explain to me what's going on?"

Christina: "What exactly are you made of? Are you a performer? a magician? I'm sure your pulse has already stopped. Where did you come from? Can you do that again?" She asked in an excited and innocent tone. She saw a big rock on the side, grabbed it with both her hands. Lana only watching from a distance, wondered what her cousin was going to do with it.