A Touch Of Pepperspray (COMPLETED) (To be edited/rewritten)

Chapter Seven

This is the last chapter! It's a bit boring... i know. But I was focusing more on the horror side rather then the humour side. Sorry. Plus I was running out of funny things to put in. My humour has run dry! 0_0

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(Storm's POV)

It took me a good week before River finally believed my story on how Jazz is an alien. Now it's time to spread the news. Warn everyone. Of course I doubt they'll believe me, but at least its out there.Can't say I did nothing to save them.

"Hey Aimee! I got something to tell you..." I said, approaching a blonde haired girl. Also know as the biggest gossip in school.

"Yeah?" She asked, piping up already.

"Apparently Jazz is an alien... you know like an actual alien." I said. She gives me an are-you-on-drugs? look.

"Oookaay..." She says.

"Yeah, but you have to make sure you tell NO ONE. If you do Jazz will be like sooo humiliated and stuff..." I said. Yes, I was using reverse psychology. I could tell by the glint in her eye when I said that, that she was going to do exactly as I planned.

Strolling away, I allowed myself a smirk, at my very easy victory.

(Jazz's POV)

They know who I am. What I am. Though they are going to do nothing about it. Humans, how silly and blind they are. Someone let the cat out of the bag. I guess I don't have to hold back anymore.

And with that, I let myself be consumed with hunger...

(River's POV)

It's 5pm right now. I bet you're wondering what the hell I'm still doing at school. But everyone is here. Its some school meeting or something.

I've noticed people have been going missing. I know who's the cause of this. I had brought a gun. You're probably thinking, what's a goodie-two-shoes like you doing with a gun? But the good girl is gone. I rather be a badass than a dead person anyday.

My gun was hidden in the inside pocket of my leather jacket. I was wearing black skinny jeans and a black tank top. On my feet were flat, black, lace-up boots. I had pepperspray in my back pocket, though I was sure it wouldn't be of any use.

I met up with Storm.

"You ready?" I asked, cricking my neck to the side.

"Duh," she replied. I rolled my eyes. We split up. I didn't want to hurt Jazz cause he didn't seem all that harmful, but really, I knew there was no other option. Almost, if not exactly, ten people have gone missing now. Is it wrong to assume that Jazz is the person... or thing, that took them? I patrolled the area, my eyes darting everywhere.

I noticed something red flutter in the breeze. Approaching it I gasped. A student, who's name I don't know, lay, pale in the slowly darkening sky. Around their neck was a scarlet red ribbon. I spotted some black writing on it. Bending down, and sucking up my wimpyness, I took hold of the ribbon between two fingers. On it was written:

Watch your back. Your time is running out.

Abruptly letting go of the ribbon I got to me feet. I scanned the area. He's watching us, I know. We'll just have to wait until he reveals himself. I don't like that, because it means he's got the advantage over us. Glancing one last time over my shoulder at the passed student I make a vow, to do whatever it takes to be rid of Jazz, even if it means dying on the way.