THE FALSIFIERS

CHAPTER 3

Ivy woke up. She was alone. She couldn't remember anything about her past. She could only remember her name. She forgot about Mason, even though it was fresh on her mind. She even forgot about her dearest mother, the one person that you would think no one could forget about.

She got up and started to walk out of the room. As Ivy turned the corner, she saw a big circle, filled with green and purple liquid. Ivy decided to walk in, since she thought that maybe, just maybe she would remember who she was and why she was in a strange, eerie place.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed throughout the room.

"Ah, hello, Ivy Callix. Do not worry, I am not here to hurt you," A man emerged out of the shadows with deathly purple eyes. He was a sickly pale white with spiky black hair resembling a crow. His teeth were stained a vile black and his aura radiated animosity and despicableness. She felt her eyes being seared by the man's atrocious attributes. The ambivalence of confusion, defense, and hate showered down on her. Ivy could feel her heart rate fluctuate up and pound against her chest.

Ivy immediately hated him.

"What do you want from me?" she demanded.

"Nothing much. I merely want to...test you," he replied. What does he mean?

"Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I?"

"Say no more, Ivy Callix!" With that, he pulled a lever to his right. The ground started to shake. A buzzing sound vibrated in Ivy's head. Beads of sweat and confusion started to rain down her forehead.

"What do you m-!" she screamed. Her thoughts morphed into a blur as Ivy felt the floor break apart.

Ivy Callix, age 14, was officially plummeting down a creepy man's floor, straight to her unknown death. Goodbye Ivy Callix. 

Ehehe, sorry for the short chapter, We had a couple of tests this week