High School's No Place For A Demon

Chapter 32 cont ....
"Um?! Hello!? Why is everyone acting like they can't just wa - "

"They can't." Mason answered. "This used to be a photography center."

When Kaydence raised an eyebrow in a silent question, Kallie's tired voice answered her, soft and kind again, "Silver. Pure metal. They use it on the negatives to form the picture. The air is still coated in it's residue. It's everywhere around here. They can't come here."

Kaydence nodded, slowly leaning her head back onto the seat. She still felt paranoid as Hell, even though she knew now that for an Anglecian to walk through here was to sign his own death certificate. "Oh, God .. " She said softly, thinking about how she'd obviously shot someone. Kallie'd said "Shoot!" and she'd reacted on impulse, just pulling the trigger like an obiediant dog. What if she'd shot someone's best friend? Sister? Brother? Cousin? Parent? Lover?

Landon's harsh voice spoke suddenly, cutting through the silence, "Death count." He stated simply.

"Kaydence: One." Kallie said weakly, running a hand under her nose as if it was running. "But not for sure."

Landon's eyes grew wide, tying the last make-shift guaze shred onto Gabriel's side, which was already healing. "What?"

"There was one behind us. She shot it. I think it was a guy." Kallie said, her voice low and soft, "I don't know if he's dead. This gun - " She broke off, taking Kaydence's handgun from her, flashing it in front of Landon's face, "Is loaded with regular bullets."

Landon nodded, softly hitting his head once on the seat, leaving his position that way, where his forehead rested against the headrest, still turned to face them, "I shot one. Pretty sure I killed it. I took Mason's while he drove. Pure silver bullets. She's good and dead."

Kallie tsked softly, as if wishing Kaydence'd had a gun with silver. She then spoke again, her voice softer than before, as if it was dying from her fatigue, "How did you hide her scent?"

Kaydence wondered for a second how she would know what he'd done, and then remembered: Kallie was an Anarchy. Duh. She could smell her a mile away, usually.

Landon didn't raise his head off of the seat as he responded, his voice flat, "Made out with her."

Kallie nodded in appreciation, her gaze turning to the ruins beyond the shattered window beside her, "Aaah. Smart move."

Kaydence tilted her head, an eyebrow raised. Gabriel, beside her, seemed to have fallen asleep, as if doing so would accelerate the healing process like it did when humans got sick, "I don't get it. Can you do that with anybody?"

"No." Mason responded quickly. Landon growled softly, his hand twitching on his seat, as if he wished to leap on Mason and punch him.

Kaydence tilted her head, "Then why does it work for me?"

"That is a discussion for a better suited enviornment." Landon said, his voice like stone.

Dylan'd stood as still as stone as he'd watched the battered Audi S5 crash through the boarded window of an abandoned photography center, the darkness of the God-forsaken insides shrouding them in a protective, silver-infiltrated cloud. His chest'd pounded due to his eratic heart, in anger and pain, still racing now at unnormal speeds as he found himself drawn to the crashed window.

Immediatly, Dylan, Paton, and Angela'd had to relocate. The scent of silver residue in the air burnt their throats, trailing down into their lungs, slicing their skin open with it's poison and causing internal bleeding. Wounds you couldn't see were the most dangerous. As of now, Dylan still felt the affects of just their small encounter with it.
But now, they were far away, still in view of the building in case the slimy Anarchy bastards decided to come out of their hidy hole.

Light red blood flowed freely from a wound in his stomach as he stood on the room of a bank, clouds of life staining the light blue of his shirt, pooling on the flat roof beneath him. He knew he would live, for the bullet of the wound now rested between his fingers. He could last until the sun arose overhead for the Healing Process to begin, for It wasn't pure metal. Unlike the bullet that'd hit Angela.

The feminine moan of pain from behind him reminded him of her situation, jump starting his actions. He quickly turned from watching the building, seeing Angela on the ground, Paton at her side. Paton's hand was deep inside her throat, where the bullet'd landed, trying to dig it out. Every second the pure metal bullet rested inside her body, it spread an untraceable poison through her blood. Even now, with the 8.7% chance of her survival Dylan could smell within her tainted blood, she would never be the same.

Angela formed little gasps of pain as Paton drug out the bullet, the small silver object burning through his fingers at an alarmingly fast pace. He dropped it at his feet, kicking it aside, where it flew outward, rolling off the edge of the roof. Dylan bent to his Mate's side, his expression actually one of hurt. He took in a slow breath, his hand slowly nearing her face. When his hand caressed her cheek, he almost pulled away.
Stabs of pain shot through his arm from the point of contact. She was already so poisoned, it was embedded in her skin. Her lips had turned blue, as if she had hypothermia, and inside her eyes were not the familiar violet iris' he knew. They were a bright, unfamiliar neon blue.

Her entire body shook in small amounts, her eyes at half-mast. Dylan spoke softly, his heart torn, "You should not have followed us."

Angela smiled weakly, as much of a smile as she could muster, "I .. h-had to. I .. l-love you .. t-too much."

Dylan felt his entire body stiffen, his fingers shaking with his anger towards her killer. Well .. not killer .. not yet. "Who was the one to shoot?"

Angela swallowed, her eyes suddenly darkening. As he watched, the neon blue of her eyes seemed to leak onto the whites of her eyes, not coloring them completely, only staining them lightly. Dark bruises formed around her eyes, as if someone'd punched her as hard as they could only a few seconds ago. Her lips were paler than usual, almost white. "T-The .. A-Ancient One .. Skylaros."

Dylan's heart seemed to stop for a measure in time, his rage at the loss of the prize and at the loss of his Mate joining together and centering around that one name: Skylaros. Trying to block the pure rage from his eyes, eyes he didn't want his Mate looking into as she died, he looked back down at her, his expression purposely dead, "You will be avenged."

"Y-you .. speak a-as if I am already .. d-dead." She said, her voice cracking. Her skin had turned pure alabaster white, and her hair was streaked with gray along her temples. The whites of her eyes were baby blue, with dark blue veins running across the neon iris'. If she wasn't dead now, she would be in a few seconds. There was no medicine but Time, and Time wanted her dead.

Dylan's sad eyes were her only response as to that. But, his voice soft, he spoke on a new subject, his fingers stroking over her burning skin, "The Interhuman .. shot me."
He said, "But with a regular bullet. I will live for you. I will live to avenge you. The Ancient One took my Mate ... I shall take his."

Angela's eyes flooded with unnatural metallic blue tears, not yet spilling over. Her voice was soft, too soft, as her body seemed to sink into the roof, loosing all tension. The blue tears finally broke over her eyes, falling in slow rivelets down her pale skin, the silver in her tears marking burn-streaks into her already damaged face. As her blue tears feel slowly down her face, they left damaged, silver skin in their wake, a small, almost silent sizzling noise the only thing breaking the silence before she spoke, "I love you."

Dylan's eyes filled with the last bit of humanity he had as Angela's scarred, blue eyes closed at last, her breath stilling in the cold night air. His heart seemed to disappear inside his chest, contracting painfully, almost as if it yearned to implode, to end his own life. Now, Dylan had nothing but Paton. And this newest loss cut into his black soul like a warm knife through butter, leaving wounds and scars he knew would never heal. His head bent down, his forehead coming in contact with his dead love's. The metal embedded in her skin burnt his forehead lightly, not enough to do serious damage. The burning at his skin was nothing next to the burning in his heart, seeming to consume the last shred of humanity he possessed.

Paton's voice, soft and barely heard, sounded above him, "I'm sorry."

No tear broke away from the pool in Dylan's eyes, his head still down on Angela's, " .. I will kill her."

"Who?" Paton asked gently.

"Skylaros' Mate. I don't care who it is. I will kill his friends .. I will kill his family .. I will kill his greatest love .. and then .. I will kill him." Dylan said, his voice stony and cold.

Paton almost backed away, placed in a new sort of fear. Dylan suddenly whipped his head upwards, his cry of pure agony like a roar from a hungry lion chasing it's prey. The supernatural cry of pain reverbrated through the city below them, causing what seemed like thousands of screams and unspoken questions to ring out. Dylan's head bent again, one single tear shimmering like a bright diamond before it fell on the bright face of his dead lover, his own tear taking the same, silvery burned-in trail hers had.

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Landon stiffened when he heard the cry of pain ring through the city, his expression one of relaxation. "Death Count: One."

They were still in the car, too tired to get out. No one was too concerned with their position as of now, as it seemed obvious the answer to their night's quarry. Exit House was run by Anglecians. Who? He didn't know. But it was obvious, as Anglecians associated with none other than themselves, and one would not have been there unless for a little visit. Kallie sat beside Kaydence, tying a black ribbon around her finger again and again, her expression bored.

"I say we go back out there and kill the rest of them." Kallie said casually, her voice low and soft.

"No." Mason said, "That's enough death for now."

Gabriel'd woken up after about a three minute nap, and was now taking the make-shift bandages from his chest, being as ginger as he could. He still winced as his clumsy, shaking hands collided with his sore body, healed, but still tender. "Exactly. We killed one. That's enough."

"When is it safe to get out of here?" Kaydence asked, her voice soft and scared. That was one display of power she never wanted to repeat.

"Now. It's technically safe, but it's not smart." Landon said, cocking a gun he'd reloaded with bullets.

"Rachel needs to get back soon." Kallie said, her gaze lazily turned to face the ruins beyond her shattered window, "We're running low on silver bullets."

"We have iron bullets in the kitchen at the House." Mason said, his voice low. "We can use those until she gets back."

The car went silent, the only sound the air passing through lungs. Outside, thunder rumbled ahead, the sky outside of the shattered windows of the abandoned building illuminating momentarily, the ground vibrating with the force of the earth. Kaydence sighed as Landon's door opened, his voice muffled as he shut it.

"We need to go before it rains." He said, his voice stony.

Mason and Kallie exited at the same time, leaving Kaydence and Gabriel in the car, as if they were too lazy to get out. Kaydence turned to Gabriel, smiling. "Need help?"

Gabriel slowly and gingerly leaned forward, his slightly shaking hand fastening on the handle. "Naahh." He said, his expression relaxed, but his eyes still pained. Kaydence nodded back as his door opened, sliding across the seats to Kallie's still-open door. She slid out of the car slowly, the backs of her thighs burning as she moved across the seat, the small cuts in her skin stinging vibratnly. Ignoring her piteous pain, she stood beside the car, shutting the door closed with a short kick of her hip.

Gabriel refused help as he slowly pulled his upper body out of the car, sitting on the seat but turned sideways, his expression suggesting he was close to vomitting. Everyone knew better than to try and help him, all purposely looking elsewhere as Kaydence rounded the back of the Audi, joining ranks with the rest of them. Gabriel managed to stand on his own, his breathing short and ragged. He was healed, yes, but he was suffering from massive blood loss. Blood loss would never kill an Anarchy, but it would render them helpless for a while.

Landon's sharp voice broke the tense silence, his gaze centered on the shattered window - now a sort of doorway thanks to Mason's improvisional driving skills. Lightening again illuminated the shattered pane, the shards of glass, rare and few, still hanging on the frame glittering like benign diamonds over the dirty floor. Thunder soon rumbled after, vibrating the ground beneath them, causing dust to fall in sprinkling waterfalls from shelves mounted on the walls. The scent of rainwater crashed around them, sprinkles of it slowly falling to the concrete outside of the building, making soft pattering sounds.

"Guess we'll have to walk in the rain." Kaydence sighed, half annoyed. She was already cold thanks to her skimpy outfit and the coming winter. It wasn't exactly baking in this half-destroyed building, either.

"Um .. excuse me?" Landon asked, his voice sharp and cynical, "Are you forgetting something?" When Kaydence lifted an eyebrow in a silent question, Landon sighed, pointing to himself, and then fanning out his hand over the general congregation of himself, Gabriel, Kallie, and Mason, "Rain is made out of one key ingrediant: water."

The rain outside began to thicken as he spoke, droplets falling one after the other sooner and sooner than the moment before it. Kaydence sighed, realizing the Anarchy were trapped. "Well .. we can't very well sit around here all night and wait for it to stop. Didn't you guys say Anglecian strength comes from the sun? What are we going to do when we're stuck in here, and the sun comes up. That Anglecian I shot will heal with the daylight and bring some buddies to smoke us out."

Kallie nodded, her expression tight, "She's right. We can't sit here and wait for the sun to rise. We need to leave."

Mason shook his head, his gaze stuck on the half-destroyed Audi in front of him, "We can't use this car. Its windows are busted out."

Gabriel had backed away until he'd come in contact with the wall, now leaning on the frame of another window. As he spoke, the lightening iluminating the glass behind him highlighted his blonde hair, casting a golden glow around his face, "Kaydence .. can go steal another car."

Kaydence's jaw dropped, her heart kicking into jumpdrive, "Nuh-uh. No way. I'm not .. jacking someone's car!"

Kallie bunched her hands together, putting them beside her face, then leaning her head on them, thrusting out her lower lip. She made a small whimper noise, speaking in a baby voice, "Pwetty pwease, with sugar on top."

"No. I don't care if there's crumbled oreos and whipped cream on top. I'm not stealing a car. That's a freakin' felony. My ass isn't going to jail. Sorry."

Landon's gaze grew angered, his eyes narrowing. He began walking towards the huge newly-made doorway, rain pounding outside in a medium-measure, like the begininng of a monsoon. "Ohhh, okay. Nevermind, then, forget we asked." He walked with a mocking-happy prance, as if he were a satisfied, happy mother on a grocery-store commerical. "I'll just do it in your stead."

Kaydence swallowed, unprepared to believe he was stupid enough to try and convince her that way. Landon crossed the threshold of the dry, dirty floor of the abandoned photography center, skipping right over into the wet, slick pavement beyond it. He turned to face them, rain showering down on him.

"How's this?" Little spirals of silver smoke rose from his skin, which began to adopt scary, silver markings. On his skin, it seemed as if a spider had embedded itself in his skin, spinning a web of silver underneath his arm, which somehow showed up after rain kissed the skin above it. He crossed his arms over his chest as droplets slid over his face, coloring the skin of his cheeks, under his eyes, and his neck. You could tell he was in pain, for his fake smile was strained, and his eyes were turning silver. Kallie shouted at him from behind them, Kaydence's mind working in a torrent of cogs.

"Get your ass out of the rain, you idiot!" Kallie shouted.

Landon disobeyed, tapping his foot in a puddle of rain water beneath him. He tried to look bored, but Kaydence could see the pain behind his eyes. Kaydence ran at him suddenly, almost slipping over the threshold of the pavement outside. When she got behind him, she shoved harshly at his semi-damp back, sending him sliding into the shelter of the abandoned building. Angered, Kaydence stood in the harmless rain, her eyes narrowed. She placed her hands on her hips, her heart jumping furciously in her chest. "Fine, God damnit! I'll ... fucking STEAL A CAR, THEN!"

Mason's eyes widened, his expression one of detachment, "Keep your voice down ... "

Kaydence took in deep, gulping breaths as her stomach seemed to float in a pool of acid, her heat thudding in her ears. Landon was stripping off his damp shirt, throwing it on top of the red Audi. He crossed his arms over his molten chest as he turned back to look at her, smiling smugly. Kaydence growled under her breath, annoyed, "Any requests?" She hissed softly, the rain above her soaking her hair, flattening it to her head, face, and ears.

Kallie jumped up suddenly, her expression bright, "Oooh! Try and find a convertible, It'd - "

"Kallie, dear. It's raaaaaining. The whole purpose of stealing another car in the first place." Mason explained, as if he were speaking to Miss South Carolina in Spanish.

Kallie nodded, mumbling under her breath. Excitement, Kaydence noted, seemed to take Kallie's common sense. Landon spoke up, then, seeming to be the only voice of reason. "Just find something sensible. Obviously, made for five people. And fast."

Kaydence knew almost nothing about cars, but new from commercials and the like from the past that the fast cars were usually the sleek, sportsy looking ones. "Fine. I'll be back in a little bit."

"You better be." Landon growled. It was just until that moment that Kaydence hadn't noticed the depth of the sitation. They were letting her go without supervision. Not like they had a choice, but it still meant something. Otherwise, they could be so paranoid as to try and stick it out in this building until the rain died. This situation could turn bad. In their view, it was either she ran away while they let her out of their sight, or she could be killed or abducted by Anglecians.

Kaydence nodded shortly, her heart constricting painfully, "Kick Mason's gun over to me," she said softly.

Landon's eyes narrowed, but he obeyed. He bent to the floor, crouching low to the dirt-packed ground. He placed the black-and-silver metal handgun on the hard-tile floor, pushing it with his hand a few feet away from her. She bent to pick it up, lifting her dress. She took the dagger there out of it's holster, throwing it back into the building. It came to a skidding halt before Kallie's feet, who bent to pick it up as Kaydence secured Mason's gun in the holster at her thigh. "Alright." She said, standing up straight. "I'm gone. See you in a few minutes."

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When Kaydence left, Landon reached into his jeans pocket, yanking his cell phone out with difficulty. The jeans proved, again, to be a hazard to his own health as they restricted his access into his own pocket, having to slowly slide the rectangular object through to the top. When he secured his phone, he punched in Malan's number, knowing cell phone use was rare, and only a few of them carried disposable phones.
Landon, Malan, Rachel, and Ryan. Landon hit "call", his expression irritated, which covered the inner feelings of slight worry.

Malan answered on the third ring, his low voice gruff and solumn, "Hello?"

Landon spoke quickly, his voice sharp, "Ikke tale Engelsk." - Do not speak English.

Malan's voice seemed to stiffen, like a wet board of wood set out onto the pier to dry in the sun, "Landon." He said shortly, "Hvilke nyhetene fører du?" - What news do you bring?

Gabriel groaned under his breath as soft as he could as he gingerly walked over to a tall, steel table in the corner near the window he now stood at, his eyes shut tight in pain. He used the pane for support, his breath held inside his lungs tight. "Vi ha blitt funnet igjen. Et nytt Hus blir funnet." - We have been found again. A new House will be found.

Malan sighed, his voice cracking. In the background, Landon could hear the soft swish of branches and crunching leaves. Malan must be on his way back from hunting early. Malan hissed softly in Norweigan, his voice aggitated. Kallie sat next to Gabriel on the steel table, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. Her hand came forward as his eyes closed softly, her hand slowly stroking through his golden hair in a motherly manner. - "I see ... I know there is a Library of Law a few miles from where you are now that is closed for renovation. You would be most wise to use it as a hideout until I return. Ryan will return shortly after myself."

Landon's eyes widened, his response immediate, "Hva?!" He shouted, his head swimming in disbelief. Mason, who'd been relacing his shoe by propping his foot up on the steel table, stopped, his eyes staring wide at Landon's shout of "What?!". Landon lowered his voice, continuing in a stern tone, "Ryan er ikke mer med deg? Hvorfor?" - Ryan is no longer with you? Why?

Malan's voice was hesitant, a slight break in his words as he seemed to piece his sentence together, "Han sa at han hadde et påtrengende ærend til å kjøre. Han vil være tilbake snart." - He said he had an urgent errand to run. He will be back soon.

Landon stiffened, switching back to English to end the conversation, "Good .. I will see you in a day or so."

Malan spoke softly, his voice solid, "Yes, you will. G'bye."

Malan hung up before Landon could say anything else, the other line going dead. Landon couldn't believe Malan'd let Ryan go off on his own. No doubt Ryan was capable of watching himself, but Landon didn't necessarily trust his judgement.

"I wish Kaydence would hurry with that damn car." Gabriel said in the silence, his head still resting on Kallie's shoulder. Landon neared them, stopping when he stood right next to Mason, crossing his arms over his chest, "I ready to gooooo."

Kallie rolled her eyes, still stroking Gabriel's hair as if she were Paris Hilton and he were Tinkerbell. "No worries. It won't be much longer."

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Kaydence bit her lower lip, still walking down the sidewalk of downtown Chelsapake, still unsure what she was really doing. She was being a chicken, to be completely honest. Every car she saw, highlighted by a glowing cloud due to the pouring monsoon-ish rain and the streetlights overhead, seemed like the wrong answer. Under her breath, she would always tell herself, "Not this one .. no .. the next one." But she knew, deep down, she would keep telling herself the next one was the right one until she died from pnuemonia.

Car after car flashed benignly in the weak moonlight as she passed, hard-pressed to see through the curtain of thick rain that decorated the streets. Her right shoe was missing, so every other step sent her foot sinking through deep puddles of water. Even on her left foot, she was doomed, only wearing pointless flats that almost made no difference. Rain had soaked through to her very bone marrow, sinking through her pale skin and seeming to embed an impossible cold through her heart. She shivered even now, as the wind picked up harshly, lighting licking over her soaking skin.

Annoyed that her lack of rebellious and dangerous nature would get her under hypothermia's mercy, Kaydence stood stock still on the sidewalk, deciding then and there that she would steal the next car she layed eyes on. Closing her emerald eyes, Kaydence turned to face the street beside her, streetlights and store lights flickering on and off in front of her, tainting the back of her eyelids, all she saw now, red and black. When she stopped turning to face the road, she took in a deep breath, hoping it was a fast, sportsy car with the keys in the ignition.

Not so lucky, her gaze flew open bemusedly to land on a silver 2008 Volvo XC90 (again, Kaydence doesn't know the specifics). It wasn't sportsy at all, but it could definatly house five people comfortably. From random commercials in her memory bank, she compared the shape of the car to an SUV. She sucked in a deep breath,
wondering how in all of God's name she was supposed to jack it.

Nearing closer and closer to it, Kaydence felt some sort of acrid material slide over her heart, burning it with nervous wonder. She was going to get caught. And thrown in jail. She just knew it. Deep down, a little voice poked a finger at her, giggling madly. She knew she would get in trouble. Wrapping the bottom of her dress around her hand as she reached it, crouching a bit so she didn't flash anyone as she lifted her hand to the door. Thankfully, it was unlocked.

"Yes! Thank you!" She slid quickly into the driver's seat, trying not to look obvious to the one or two people casually walking around on the sidewalks under umbrellas. Her wet butt slid easily over the cream, leather interior, her eyes wide. She looked down at the ignition as she shut the door closed softly, her heart sinking. No keys. Fuck.

Kaydence sat still for a moment, trying to remember how Mason'd jacked the Audi. Oh, fuck. Kaydence remembered .. Mason'd yanked out his hand, grew monster demon-claws and used it as a sort of make-shift key. Kaydence couldn't grow claws any more than she could jump off a seventy story building and live to write a book about it.

Trying to think along the lines of human a little more, Kaydence reached forward suddenly, flipping the glove box open. The door to the small glove compartment slid open, revealing a small, crammed space littered with a few manuals, receits from all different kinds of stores, small wrapped up candies, and packs of gum. Frustrated, Kaydence slammed the small door back into place, hurriedly bending down to check the little compartment inside the door. Shoving around clean napkins and pieces of random paper, Kaydence found no sign of a paper clip or knife, suddenly sitting up again only to lean over to the passenger side, looking for the same. Failing on both accounts, her eyes slid to a compartment separating the passener seat from the driver seat, quickly shoving the top off.

Inside, a little light clicked on, illuminating the contents. A tangled diamond necklace lay in the very center, paired with only an opened pack of lighters and a box of cigarettes. Frustrated and unwilling to quit, Kaydence threw the box of cancer sticks aside, her jaw dropping at what she found. No freakin' way. A spare key.

Jubuilant, Kaydence yanked the key out of the compartment, not even bothering to close it back. She rammed the small silver key into the ignition, smiling triumphantly when it slid in perfectly. Pulling the key towards her, she turned the ignition, the car rumbling darkly as the engine started. She thanked God, or whoever was upstairs, that the car was automatic, slowly pulling backwards, careful not to hit another car in her excitement.

When Kaydence pulled the silver Volvo out of it's parallel park, she backed up, turning the wheel very slightly to the right. Successfully backing the car into the same place it'd just been in, only having just the back in it, she slid the shift forward, going back into drive. She turned the wheel sharply to the right, pulling out of the annoyingly tight road-space, pushing down hard on the gas pedal. The car obeyed, soaring straight down the road at her command, nearing the photography center far faster than she'd left it.

Kaydence, too worked up to allow silence, turned on the radio, her hands itching to move. When a dark, female voice reverbrated softly through the radio, Kaydence turned her attention back to the road, stopping obediantly at a red light. " - has not been called off. Officials say they refuse to give up on the search for the missing Lauterdale Academy students until they turn up, whether it take weeks or months."

Kaydence had to swerve right to avoid a nose-on-nose collision as she started the car a moment too early, her heart thudding painfully. When the light turned green, she pressed gingerly on the gas pedal, her brain swirling in a mixture of all colors. She turned up the radio, her eyes wide, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
" - working on the Lauterdale grounds have said that never before has a scandal such as this occurred. A reported seven students missing, and one dead, all in the spanse of a few days. The official list of students was released earlier this morning, naming the seven missing students as Kaydence Willows, Gabriel and Landon Bennet, Angela Riogale, Ryan Ezell, Mason Delaney, and Dylan Kiosk. The one dead student, a Mr. Carl Lanly, has not been associated to any of these students as of yet, but psychologists are on the constant clock."

Kaydence shook her head, sick with a strange nervousness. She pulled the car to the right, turning into the dank alleyway of the photography center. Jesus H. They ... they thought she was missing.

Kaydence pulled into the dank, busted window of the photo center, her heart shuddering still. This was too hard to deal with. In her headlights, she saw her four friends, who she'd come to know and love so quickly, sitting around one another on steel table. Three faces broke into proud smiles, but one, three guesses who's, did not.

Yippee.