The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

Like A Neverending... Hell

Riza's POV 

I couldn't stand hearing the fighting. I really needed to just relax. And be left alone. The cruel jokes about us, me and Alagretto, even though we aren't together. I don't really want to say anything, because I know if I do, I will get blamed for liking him back, even though I don't know what to think. 

"Hey, Riza, can I talk to you?" It was March. It was late, and everyone else was probably already asleep. 

"What does the stripper's sister want?" I asked. March came in, seeing me levitating off the ground on my back, looking up at the celling. It was kinda relaxing. 

"I'm March, and first I want to know why my brother is called stripper." 

"I'm not the person you should ask about that" I say, still focusing on the celling. 

"I also want to know how much you like my brother." 

My eyes widened, as I fell back on to the hard cot that could barely be mistaken as a bed, "What is it that you want from me?" I snarl, almost barking. 

"Nothing. I just want a simple answer." 

"Well, here's your answer; I don't really give a crap 'bout that stuff, I'm really busy, and unless you want to be kicked out of here, then I advise you to get outta my room." 

"What about Dimitri?" 

"I told you to get the hell outta here!" March stands back to the door. 

"Damien?" 

"What part of 'Get the hell outta here!' don't 'cha understand?!" 

March left the room, hopefully not to return soon. 

Cleo's POV 

After hearing Riza yell at March, Damien, March, and I took a walk around the place, finding a small lake with a dock. We all stood on it, before I sat down, letting my feet dangle above the water. 

"Cleo thinks it's shwiney" I point to the water, as it's reflecting the moon in the night sky. 

"I now want to go swimming" Damien mumbles. 

"Well what's holdin' you back?" 

"The fact that I'd get wet. And that we have no clue what's around us." 

"Cleo knows we are in the middle of Africa. The only people Cleo knows would be around are people that Cleo knows live here. Cleo knows they don't speak English." 

"And you know we are in the middle of Africa how miss shwiney the thief ninja?" Damien asks, sitting down. 

"Because. That bug is only in Africa. Cleo knows that, because it's shwiney" It was a shwiney butterfly. 

"Of course she does" Damien mumbles, standing up again. We then are startled by a high pitched scream.

Riza's POV 

It was happening again. My hands were covered in the mysterious red goo known as blood, and the only thing I could do is scream as I sank to the floor, losing control of my body. 

What was going on? Why was this happening to me? 

Alagretto's POV 

Bolting out of my room, I hoped Riza was okay. It definitely was her screaming. But why? 

"What the hell's goin' on?" Aly asks, poking her head out of her hut like Dimitri was. 

"That's what I'm tryin' to figure out!" I shout, bursting into Riza's, finding her in a screaming heap on the ground, holding her head. 

Not hesitating, I lift her off the ground, carrying her over to the nearest water source I can find. 

I run as fast as I can, finding the small pond, with my sister, Shwiney, and the moron standing on the dock, as I shout, "Get out of my way!!!" 

They move, as I throw Riza in, while I jump off the dock also. 

Riza surfaces, panting, looking at her hands. 

"You okay?" I ask, wondering what's gotten in to her, because this was just like at Hawaii. 

"I-I-I I'm fine" Riza didn't look fine. She looked....I don't know. 

"What just happened?!" Aly and Dimitri finally made it. Riza swims over to the dock, grabbing the edge of it, pulling herself up, and out of the pond. 

"I'm fine," She repeats, walking back to the huts.