The Truth

Grey Rugs

Alright I'm updating, finally I know! Hope you guys had a very merry Christmas. Or happy Christmas for Europeans. Stranger Things season three is coming in July, super stoked. Got AirPods, bow down to me pheasants. Gained five pounds from cookies, and played Fifa 19. I had soccer today, and died, YAY ME. Anyway how was y'alls Christmas? 

I do not own these characters Stuart Gibbs does. Thanks Alexander Gordon for the idea of these monsters, but I changed them upppppppp.

Erica

We drove as quick as possible. Ben slipped in and out of consciousness, whimpering in pain. I totally should be used to this now, Ben gets hurt all the time. Probably because he had the reaction time of... well a turtle is defiantly slower than him. But with this poison inside of him he's becoming stronger, faster, and crazier. He bled but didn't feel it, not like I do. Reaching up to my forehead I fingered the cut that I got from the old lady. That was pretty embarrassing...

He groaned in his sleep, moving his head. It fell into my lap, and I cringed. Sure I like Ben as a friend... oh geez, Erica, he's dying and your having this conversation.

Joshua hit a bump sending Ben flying up, his face slammed into Joshua's seat then his body tumbled to the floor. I shifted to pick him up and groaned at the pain in my chest, the bullet wound still burning.

"Joshua he fell." I said looking down at the squished human below me.

Instead of answering Joshua stopped hard causing my face to slam into the seat, and Ben's to dig into the floor.

Joshua looked back and shrugged responding with "Whoops, my bad." But he didn't look sorry at all, even I, the Ice Queen can read that emotion.

"What a real team player." I grunted opening the car door. Joshua came around and we lifted him up and put him on the car seat. Rolling him over to look at his back wounds.

"His back..." I whispered in amazement reaching out and tracing the red scars that lay on his skin. No longer bloody and oozing green pus. I looked at Joshua who's eyes shone with amazement. He tore away the rest of his shirt revealing clear skin. No cuts or welts visible at all, the only thing on his skin is black.

Black rivers ran across his skin, spreading, and infecting veins. Pulsing with energy mending wounds. As if it's an alive organism. Inside of Ben, as if Ben's the living host and the poison is merely using him. The poison pulsed sensing my fears, confirming it.

Unknown

"We just infiltrated London." A voice growled to another.

"And." The other voice asked sounding strangely female, and young. Sweet almost, but her sweetness has been drained, just like her life. Looking now, her body hooked to a machine. Once she becomes 100 years old the machine will be all she needs. Already killing the previous host in preparation for her.

"Mrs. Hale did an excellent job. Made it look like SPYDER. The Academy is paying us well." The man crossed his arms smiling at the thought. Extremely confident at the thought truly, this man has no fears. Unfortunately it truly doesn't run in the family, his children especially.

"What about Ben and Erica." The man asked looking at the girl whose eyes are closed as she commanded her poisoned army. Alpha of the darkness, the disease.

"My army is coming. The fallen angels." She responded moving a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.

"They have a name now?" Mark asked her and she smiled.