As Bash looked at them approaching, he noticed that they had a very feminine way of walking. He could now tell that one had startlingly long, red hair and the others was as black as oil. Both were well built and were about average height. They looked as if they were dressed for a war. They wore tight fitting cargo pants with a lot of pockets, a plain black tank top with surprisingly fashionable kevlar jackets halfway zipped.
“What in the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know this place is off limits?” The redhead spit out. Bash gave her a confused look, then looked back at Callie lying on the ground. The redhead followed his gaze and something seemed to click.
“She was in The Terror Room wasn’t she?” She asked in a low, horrified voice. Bash nodded silently, still confused on who they were.
“Is there anyway you can help her? I swear I heard her talk like two minutes before you got to us.” The two girls looked at each other and seemed to have a silent conversation. They both nodded in silent agreement then turned back to Bash.
“You need to come with us, and bring her.” That was their final statement before turning and walking off the way they came. Bash called after them.
“Wait up!” He turned around and picked up Callie’s lifeless body, jogging to catch up with the two girls.
They had been walking for what seemed like ages. Bash’s feet ached along with his arms, but he trudged along anyway. He looked down at Callie’s quiet expression and sighed. He wondered if she would ever wake up. Bash swore he heard her voice in his head every hour they walked, but he thought it was just the heat getting to his head. Her voice seemed to be getting more and more irritated that he hadn’t answered her back. God damnit Bash!! You better get it through your thick skull that I am not dead or whatever you think. He winced as her voice screamed through his head.
“You okay back there?” The redhead was really getting on his nerves. One little noise from him and she thinks he’s dying or something.
“For the millionth time I am fine. If there is anyone to worry about its Callie. Lets just get to where we’re going already.” Bash was majorly irritated, sore, and didn’t have the patience for her ridiculous questions and you could hear it in his voice. I am fine Bash! For god’s sake just look at me! His body suddenly went rigid and his eyes went from his normal green color to a deep violet. His pupils were barely visible with the new color. The two girls in front of him heard him stop and turned around.
“Seriously? You choose now to stop?” The girl with black hair stalked up to him, saw his eyes, then went tense.
“Kadee we have a serious problem.”
“What is it Preslie?” She sounded irritated then walked up next to Kadee, seeing what she was talking about. His mouth was moving but it wasn’t his voice. It was a girls voice, crisp and sweet.
“Who in the hell are you? Where’s Bash?” His head looked back and forth until the deep violet orbs landed on Callie’s body.
“Why in the hell am I holding my own body?” The voice squeaked out. His head looked to his clothes and his shoes.
“Why do I have Bash’s clothes on? What the fuck is going on right now?” Kadee and Preslie looked like they were about to drop dead from fear.
“How are we supposed to know why your soul is along side your boyfriends in his body?” Preslie exclaimed rudely, her voice a little shaky.
“WHAT? I don’t even understand what you just said. Souls? His body? Am I really in....oh my god. “ Callie had thought she heard Bash’s voice in ‘her’ head. He was probably trying to get back to his own mind.
