Laconic » a.i

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okay if one more person fucking says "they're already dead" when i slip up and say someone will get killed instead of getting erased (saying killed is way easier than saying erased okay) i'm going to rip your eyes out. fun fact: everyone says it so you're not being funny or original; it's actually getting incredibly annoying.

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//cooper//

Marcus, Sarah, and Annie had come upstairs and brought Michael and I to the basement while he was talking about life on Westfield Drive -- that's what we'd been doing on and off for the passed who knows how long. But we were brought to the torture chamber as Michael called it. Instead of being chained up, though, we were just stood in front of the wall where the chains where. Two of the five sections were occupied by two girls.

"Just in case you've ever questioned what we're capable of," Sabrina began with a sly smile. Marcus had his grip tight on Michael's arms while Sarah held onto me. Annie stood between the two and watched with an angry and upset look on her face, "we wanted to show you this."

Rebecca went to the wall and flipped a switch. The two girls began convulsing and screaming like I'd never seen anyone do. What the hell did that thing do to them? Part of me wanted to know but I knew if I asked, they'd just toss me on there and show me firsthand.

She flipped the switch back down and the two girls let their heads hang as they panted and tried to recover. I began to see the wall through their bodies but then they'd become solid again and then repeat. It was like their beings were wavering or something. It was like they were about to disappear but were barely hanging on. It was scary to see.

Sabrina moved to the counter and grabbed a knife that was practically glowing green. She toyed with it in her hands before putting it straight through one of the two girls. She let out a blood curdling scream before Sabrina yanked it out. Nothing came out of the girl, obviously; it just left a massive gash.

"Put them upstairs with these two," Sabrina ordered, talking to the three hunters behind me and Michael. "We'll finish them off tomorrow. Or at least the one that will probably make it to tomorrow."

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We'd sat in the attic for maybe hours in silence. Michael hadn't even went back to his story. Instead, we sat on one side of the room -- the one without the bed because we insisted the girl that had been stabbed take it -- while the other two girls sat on the other side. Neither of them talked either; one just kneeled by the bed to comfort the other.

"What are your names?" Michael finally asked.

The one on the floor turned to look at us. "Aurora," she replied in a strong, yet strained voice, "and this is Julia."

"Are you two friends?" he wondered.

"We've each been on the run for a long time and we recently met up," Aurora explained. "We were about to sneak onto the next plane to Ireland but we got caught by the stupid-ass badboy-wannabe."

"He's not as big and bad as he wants people to believe," Michael smirked, rolling his eyes. "Me and him go way back."

"You were friends with that asshole?"

"When I was alive, yeah. We were best friends, actually."

"How were you-"

"Everyone move over because I don't have a lot of time." Annie burst in, strutting over to the bed in her black heels.

"Annie?" Michael asked quietly.

"Can't have another awkward encounter right now," she hummed as she gently pushed Aurora out of the way. She had a black bag with her and set it down next to her on the floor, "trying to save a spirit here."

"They're only awkward because you make them awkward." Michael said a little bit louder now.

"Look, Sarah, Calum, and Ashton can only stall everyone for so long. Now really isn't the time." she sighed.

"Ashton?" I croaked. All eyes turned to me, including Annie's and Julia's. "H-he's here?"

"Yes, but you can't see him because he's negotiating for your life right now," she told me. "Therefore, you will sit there and be good, okay? That goes for you too, Micky."

A small smile came on Michael's face, "I love when she calls me that."

You hated it when anyone else did.

"They'll just assume you healed on your own so that's the story you go with," Annie told Julia. "And they won't come check on you anyway because honestly, they don't care as much about you two as they do about those two and you should consider yourself lucky for that."

"They tortured us, not them," Aurora snapped. "How are we the lucky ones?"

"You're lucky you're in a house of ghost hunters that contains a witch-in-training that cares enough to fix your friend, thanks," Annie spat back. "So if you'll take that giant stick out of your ass, I'll finish up on Julia."

Aurora didn't talk back and moved away to give Annie room. We sat in silence, the only noise being Annie as she pulled things out of the bag. That was the only noise, so we didn't even hear that someone had entered the room.

"Again?" Marcus growled. Everyone looked to him. His fists were clenched at his sides and his brows were pulled down over his eyes. "Annie, you do realize treason is punishable by death and you're on probation."

Her eyes widened, "Marcus, no, I-"

He shook his head slowly which shut her up quickly. The look on his face made it look like he didn't even want to try and come up with an excuse -- he probably didn't want to the first time. "Annabelle Reagan, you are hereby sentenced to death."