:ROUGH DRAFT: SetoSorcerer: The Never-Told Story

Madness In Us All

Gizzy's P.O.V  9:22 A.M.

       "Is Seto, Ty, Mitch, Matt, and Jerome here class?" asked the oblivious substitute.

    Everybody looked around with curious looks on their faces. You could almost hear the rumours spreading. People whispered to each other different conspiracies as crazy as they all got hooked into drugs at a party. Thats the stupidest thing ever.If they did, they should of took a few of us along.

    I asked the sub if I could go to the bathroom, and without any questions, he told me to go. So, of course, I looked for the one person that knows everyone. Kyle.

   After finally finding Kyle in the girl's bathroom, I took him to Sonic, a fast food restaurant, so we could talk.

   "Where the hell is everyone," I directly asked him.

   Kyle gave me a confused look, while drinking his Oreo shake, slowly. I narrowed my eyes at him as his shake start to level down at 1 foot per hour. He smacked his lips together before answering.

   "I need details," he finally say.

   " Seto, Ty, Matt, and Merome."

   "Ahh. So you say." His voice changed from into a newspaper reporters accent. "But tell me, Gizzy Gazza, how would you feel if I tell you my sources told me Seto, Mitchie, Matt, and Jerome had a little fight.What are your thoughts on that?"

     "Are-."

     "Just kidding. We don't give a flying fuck about what you think.  "

    "Kyle!"

    Kyle sighed, flipping his pink hair to the side as he takes another long slip.

    "So if what you're saying is true, then why aren't they, uhm, back yet?"

    "Do I look like fucking Einstein to you, mate?" Kyle snapped. " I don't know, okay? Maybe they are in the hospital after the fight."

     "Great, let's go then shall we mate?" Gizzy muttered, pulling Kyle out of his seat.

     "Wait, Gizzy," Kyle reached out for the table. "My foooood!"

Seto's P.O.V 3:38 P.M

    I sketched out a picture of the mysterio-us girl on my "E-Book", listening to the darkest music I could find.

   I looked at the sketch and smiled. It rem-inded me of the Kyle and I were playing Draw My Thing. I trolled everyone by drawing an elephant instead of a giraffe. We all laughed and they all yelled at me for tricking them.

   In the sketch, I drew a massive fire parting us. Black charcoal smoke clouds rose up into the skies as the drawing of her looked through the flames for me. But there I was, curling into a ball at the corner of the room.

   So weak. So powerless.

   I clenched my jaw, thinking about that. Right then, I realized what happened. What happened yesterday

   My body began to shake as I felt darkness draining every happy moment written in the files of my brain. It replaced it with raw agony and hatred. I couldn't control myself as if something possessed my body. It slithe-red up my body, placing its tongue on every inch of my skin leaving a coat of transpare-nt sticky goo. My vulnerable skin absorbed the goo causing a red itchy feeling. Every-where.