A high pitched 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeee' sound, buzzing around me as I feel my head roll, heavy, onto my shoulder. Slowly my eyelids start to flicker and open, but for a few moments all I see it swirls of colour and silhouettes. Standing above me when my eyes adjusted, was the girl from the graveyard and as I struggled to open my mouth I realised it was taped shut, as were my legs and arms taped to the chair beneath me. Loosely gripped in her hand, was an open bottle of Vodka and on her face she wore a scowl. "Look I really am sorry about this" She said sarcastically, mimicking my words back to me. I answered her with a glare, but she bent down to yank the tape off of my mouth. As she leaned towards me, her shirt fell away from her chest slightly and I could see down her top, before I pulled my eyes away, the strong smell of alcohol wafting from her, almost made my eyes sting.
"Look, I get that this is clearly something personal to you, but I really need to know everything about Lauren Morris that you can tell me." I felt my heart speed up, just at the mention of her name. "Fuck. Off." I spat, getting ready to command her to let me go. She knelt down in front of me and swept her hair up into a ponytail, keeping eye contact with me as she did. "Please, miss this could be very important" In an effort to not come across as confused as I felt, I said "Stop calling me Miss. My name is Warren"
"Okay then Warren," she got back to her feet, the momentary softness in her eyes gone "Im gonna need you to tell me about your friend Lauren ASAP"
"She wasn't my friend" I half shouted, alarmed by my own reaction. The ghost of a smirk, twisted her lips as she saw she was getting to me. "Were you friends?," my lips pressed together tightly "Enemies?," I watched the vodka bottle hang loosely from her hand, swinging slightly from left to right "Lovers?," She said it slowly, mockingly, as if she were the villain in a James Bond movie.
"I haven't seen her since we were kids, you sick fuck" I said flatly, my throat stinging at the memory of her.
"Okay... so not lovers then" She retorted, raising her hands in an 'I surrender' sort of gesture. "Look, Warren, I know this is painful but can you please just Fucking talk to me!?" Taken aback by the force of her words I thought for the first time, maybe this really was important. For a minute I stared at her long and hard, contemplating convincing her to just let me go, before I whispered "why do you need to know?", In a voice far weaker than I had intended.
"Because, I don't think she killed herself, and I need you to help me prove it."
Okay so I know the last few chapters have been absolute shite, but I'm going to try and update more often and I now have a clearer idea of what I want to do next, so thanks to anyone who has kept reading :)
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Dark Heroes: chapter one
Teen Fiction'Growing up I always thought the concept of revenge was a bit melodramatic. Characters would spend the first half of the story looking for revenge and the other half hating themselves for getting it.' Kody has always loved superheroes but what will...
