CHAPTER TEN

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Bonnie apprehensively walked the way Malia had gone. There was blood on the floor when Bonnie reached the bottom of the steps. She let out a gasp when she saw Tracy swing her arm at Malia. She couldn't help but stare at Malia's transformation. The bones in her face had reconstructed making her forehead bigger and her nose thicker and turned upwards. She had fangs and claws and blue glowing eyes. Bonnie was scared, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by fear at the sight of the two creatures, but she tried to remain calm and remember that they were actually two teenage girls.

Malia grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She kicked her leg forward and brought it back, swinging it into the back of Tracy's leg. Tracy fell to the floor and Malia did a rolly poly, still holding onto Tracy's arm. Malia let go and grabbed Tracy's leg.

Bonnie took this moment to run to Natalie who was lying unconscious to the left side of the room. She dropped to her knees beside her.

"Natalie!" She said as she shook her. But she didn't wake up. Bonnie looked towards Malia and Tracy. Malia held both of her arms in her hands, griping at her wrists, her knee pressed against her neck. The two of them growled at each other, then Tracy became human again as she began struggling to breathe. Malia transitioned back at the same time Tracy did. She waited a couple of seconds and stepped back abruptly, looking at Bonnie while Tracy clutched at her throat and coughed.

"Is she okay?" Malia asked, gesturing to Natalie.

"I think so! S-she's still breathing." Bonnie stuttered, taking another look at her auntie.

"Tracy?" Malia asked, as Tracy looked around, obviously confused as to where she was. "Tracy... You're not dreaming."

Tracy stood up slowly. 

"This is real. All of this is real." Malia told her, her breathing still heavy. Tracy looked around, her eyes landing on Bonnie holding Natalie's body. "You get that? You're not dreaming, Tracy!"

"What..." Tracy paused taking in a breath, "What is happening to me?"

Before Malia could answer someone appeared as if out of thin air and injected a liquid into Tracy's neck. 

Bonnie felt her blood run cold as her eyes scanned over the figure. She had to blink a few times to realise she wasn't having a nightmare. This was real, they were here, in the flesh.

Malia ran to intervene when another one turned up, placing it's robotic gloved hand against her face. It held her against the wall with a great force that seemed to be effortless to it. Malia groaned in pain and tried to move, but it used it's other hand to grip her chin and hold her in place. Bonnie fell backwards, her body beginning to shake. Fear overcame her, her breathing became staggered.

A silver liquid streamed from Tracy's mouth. The strange being, still holding Tracy made clicking noises, almost like robotic hissing. 

"Her condition is terminal." It spoke. It let go of her and she soon dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Bonnie watched as it began to walk away, everything in the room slowed and the one holding Malia in place followed the first one. The third one joined at it's side, following the others. Malia slid down the wall, heaving shaky breaths and fighting away tears. She looked at Tracy's dead body for a moment, then looked back to watch them walk away, the flights flickering in and out and seeing them disappear though the wall. The shaking Bonnie crawled across the floor, her body feeling weak due to the shock. She shook her auntie again and when she didn't wake up she hauled herself up so she was on her feet. She stepped around Natalie and walked over to Malia nervously. 

"H-have they gone?" Bonnie stuttered, the fear in her voice made it obvious to Malia that, whatever just happened, did happen. Malia nodded, still quivering. Bonnie walked apprehensively over to Malia, she held her hand out for her to take. Malia looked up at her, waiting a moment before she put her cold hand in Bonnie's. She pulled her up off the floor. The two of them looking down the short corridor that they left by. It was a dead end. 

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