Marshall POV*
"You ok marshall?" Chase asked. "Yeah I'll be fine. I gotta go." I told him. "Could I come?" He asked. I looked at him for a second then sighed. "Yeah I guess." Then we left the woods with out saying another word as we walked.
*Marcy's POV*
I hurried home and when I got there I opened the door. I heard my father counting down "three, two, one." When I got in he had a knife about to kill himself. I tackled him to the ground and took the knife away. "Dad what are you doing!" I yelled. "Beatrice your back!" He said hugging me. "I guess you really do love me!" He continued. I got off of him. I looked around the house and saw beer bottles, a penny, and a broken potato chip? On the floor. "Dad have you been drinking?" I asked. "No of course I haven't been 'drinking' it I was swimming in it." He said with a stupid grin in his face. I couldn't leave him home alone again. Not after this, after the fact he tried to kill himself cause I was gone for about 3 maybe 4 days. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out it showed a picture of Chase. I answered. "Hey. What's up? What? Ok but I'm not a part of-" I turned to see my father still sitting on the floor. "Alright I'll be there in a few." I hung up the phone and told my dad I have to go. As I walked away he grabbed my leg "No! Beatrice you are not leaving this house again! You will not leave me!" "Let me go dad! I have to leave I promise I will be back!" I said. "No the last time you said that you were gone for days!" He said getting up making me fall. "This time your not leaving ever!" He said dragging me across the floor. "Let me go!" I yelled kicking him but he was to strong. He continued pulling me until I saw the door to the basement. No, I can't go back in there. The memories of my child hood flashed in my mind of the times when I would get in trouble and be locked in the basement for days. "Daddy no! Please! I promise I will come back!" I screamed tears rushing down my face. He opened the door and I saw darkness, my number one fear. "This is for your own good and mine to Beatrice." He said leading me down the stairs. As we got to the bottom all you saw was darkness. He put me down on the floor and as he turned and left I said "my name isn't Beatrice." Quietly. He stopped on his tracks and said "what?" "I said my name isn't Beatrice! " I said louder. He turned "of course your Beatrice!" He yelled. "No cause if I was Beatrice I would be dead! Beatrice died three days ago! How do I know because I saw the person who killed her do it! She had a fiancé who I killed and now their both rotting in their graves!" I yelled out at him through the darkness. I couldn't see his expression, I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Then he spoke "no you are Beatrice. Beatrice would never leave me. Beatrice is alive!" I backed up even deeper into the darkness, my back against the wall. I felt around in the darkness as my hands landed on something glassy, fragile. A vase. "Well it's good to see you again." My father said but it wasn't his voice. It was Dracon's. "I thought I killed you." "Well you see beautiful I'm magical and magic can't die it will only go back to its natural state and for me it a spirit but I will rise again just not now." He said his words like venom. I couldn't stand this guy. I smashed the vase on his- my fathers- their head took the key from his- my fathers- their pocket and ran out of the darkness locking the door behind me. I left the key to the basement on the counter top and left for Crimson again.
*Chase POV*
When we were at Marshall's dad's grave we didn't say a word. I didn't know what to say and I guess marshall didn't either. Silence was what filled the air. I didn't like it. I was about to say something but Marshall's phone buzzed off. He answered. These were the words I could make out without letting him find out I was ease dropping: "yeah?, now!, ok., and bye." He looked up at me. "Chase we've got to get to Crimson now." I wanted to ask why but he was already off. When we got there I called marcy after what I just heard. Turns out Carson, Carmon's evil twin brother, has placed a nuclear time bomb in Crimson that's already ticking. We hurried to get everyone out. People ran out screaming "we're all gonna die!" Marshall on the other hand was rushing around trying to find the bomb and disable it. "Alright everyone don't panic!" I yelled over their screaming. They panicked even louder. "Ok everyone DO panic!" I yelled again. They continued panicking. Man, I can't win for losing. Everyone was out except Marshall. " marshall hurry up!" "Chase go I'll be out in a few!" "But you could get blown to bits!" "I'll be fine just go!" I run out of Crimson leaving Marshall down there. I met Marcy and we checked to see if we got everyone out. "Hazel, Christina,lily, Fiona, Katlyn, ...." Marcy said her voice trailing off. Marshall came bounding out of Crimson he's clothes caked in dust. " did you get everyone?" He coughed. "Yeah I think so." I said back. "Hey Chase we're forgetting one person." Marcy said from behind me. I thought it over in my head then I could only think of one person. Carmon. " I have to go back in there!" I said trying to get back down in Crimson but Marshall pulled me back. " look I might not like you but I surely don't want to see you die." He said. "But Carmon-" "your gonna have to forget about her and get these guys someplace safe cause Crimsion won't make it." He said. I hesitated for a moment but I knew he was right again. "Zoe, Emily, Zeke get your groups and head for that talk building now!" They nod at me and were off with there groups. I turned to Marcy. "Well I guess this means none of us are part of Crimson now." She smiled slightly and both of us bounded towards the building. The building was made of red bricks with tented glass windows. All of went in and bounded up the stairs, hundreds of feet pounding the cement in unison. We headed for the top of the building feeling more adrenaline we moved faster, running. When we reached our destination we stopped. Some pressed towards the giant window that shown the place were Crimson was underneath. Others stood at the side lines waiting for what would happen next. We were supposed to be prepared for everything, every situation. Prepared to take on any task. But this time we weren't prepared. This time we couldn't do anything. Anything but wait. Wait for Crimson to explode with Carmon on the in side and to hope that this building will hold after the impact of the blow. This is what we weren't prepared for. And this, this is what scared me most. Crimson falling.
