Thursday, May 28, 2009
Message IV
You are friggin' not gonna believe this!!! I POSTED THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! *bows* I finally decided you'd suffered enough. So, I had a bit of "writer's block" and I decided to fix that by only skimming over what has just happened. Also, if you guys find any continuity problems, or stuff you want cleared up, let me know, and enjoy(hopefully).
Chapter 5
“Why don’t they close the school!?”
“Because they don’t want to cause alarm!”
“Hello, Aleisha was just stabbed and put in a locker, and they don’t want to cause alarm?!” This comment was followed by silence, and Jo immediately felt bad for saying it. It was recess, and the girls were once again together, sitting huddled in a corner of the quad. “Right, I didn’t mean it, it just came out.”
Fear made each of them quiet, none of them knowing what to do. Seeing another one of their friends with that strange mark on their wrist had confirmed all of their worries about the previous night.
Damien and Carla had asked them the same questions from the previous day, to no avail. None of them had given them any further leads, but they had had a chance to acquire a handwriting sample from each of the girls. They had also suggested that they all saw a counsellor.
“Where do you think Valerie is?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t know,” Celia said. “She didn’t come last night. What do you think stopped her?”
“I’m not sure I want to know.” Mia said after a while.
“Hey, she's probably just late!” Jo tried to remain confident. “Maybe we should talk to Marilyn?”
* * *
“I think we should send them home Dam,” Carla said. She stood at a window overlooking the quad, watching the girls in their small group. “This isn’t the sort of thing you recover from overnight.”
“It was their decision,” He argued, though it was clear he agreed with her. “And the principal has decided to keep the school open to avoid a fuss, to keep the other students from worrying.”
“These handwriting samples, is Leon busy? He said he could test them against the killer’s message didn’t he?”
“He’s here, but I think he’s going to be fairly busy for a while. This…” he hesitated. “This one was a lot messier than the last.”
* * *
Mia and Jo couldn’t find Marilyn before the bell rang, so they each went off to their separate classes.
Jo ignored most of what the teacher said during science. She didn’t get called to speak once, and secretly she knew it was because the teachers where all taking pity on her group. Normally this annoyed her, but today she was more anxious about talking to Marilyn.
Under her desk, she clutched the small slip of paper from the night before, crunching and smoothing it out with her fingers, but not daring to look once again. She wished she was in Mia and Marilyn’s class, so that she knew what was going on there.
* * *
“I'm sorry about your arm.”
“That’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” Marilyn and Mia sat at the back of their maths room, whispering. They didn’t actually have to worry, because for the last forty-five minutes the teacher hadn’t arrived, but they still didn’t want to be overheard.
“Can I have a look?” Mia and the rest of the group didn’t want to believe what they had found the night before, but decided they should take a look. But Marilyn wasn’t sure she should take the bandage off.
“The Clinic Doctor said I should leave it on for a few days.
“You mean you haven’t taken it off yet?” Mia had hoped that she had, and that it had been nothing out of the ordinary.
“Um no,” Marilyn cast her a funny look. “Should I have?”
“I guess not.”
“Okay, what am I missing?”
Mia sighed, “Probably nothing. But can I just have a look at your arm?”
“Will you tell me why?”
Mia sighed again. “If you let me see it,” She allowed
* * *
Lunch came around very quickly, and the girls once again huddled in their corner of the quad, this time Marilyn with them. They got a few strange stares, but they were beginning to get used to it. A number of rumours were passing around the school grounds, mostly stupid ideas about teenage pregnancies and arguments between the group that had resulted in murder. Whispering followed the girls wherever they went.
Today, however, theses whispers went completely unnoticed. Marilyn sat between Jo and Mia, and the group watched as she unravelled the bandage from her arm. Jo reached into her pocket, and pulled out the slip of paper, now folded in half. As Marilyn slipped off the last roll of bandage, Jo unfolded the paper, and held it next to her arm. They both said the same thing. A black heart beat, followed by the letters: BLF PMLD GLL NFXS BLF WRV HLLM. Marilyn screamed.
“Shh!” The group looked around, to see the rest of the quad giving them concerned looks. Marilyn looked like she was going to be sick. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
“I’ll follow her,” Lucy jumped up and hurried after her.
“What's that?” Celia bent over and picked up a little black, plastic cube that fell out as Marilyn rushed away.
“It looks like a bug,” Yasmine laughed. “You know, like in the movies.”
Silence met her joke. “Let’s get rid of it.”
* * *
Lucy arrived in the bathroom to see Marilyn scrubbing at her arm, wincing every time she passed over the writing. “Is it coming off?”
Marilyn shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. “Look at it!” To Lucy, the black marks seemed to be just as clear as they had been minutes before.
“Marilyn, it is going to be okay-““It’s not going to be okay! I just want to know! What do these marks mean, and why did someone tattoo them to my arm?!”
“Because they don’t want to cause alarm!”
“Hello, Aleisha was just stabbed and put in a locker, and they don’t want to cause alarm?!” This comment was followed by silence, and Jo immediately felt bad for saying it. It was recess, and the girls were once again together, sitting huddled in a corner of the quad. “Right, I didn’t mean it, it just came out.”
Fear made each of them quiet, none of them knowing what to do. Seeing another one of their friends with that strange mark on their wrist had confirmed all of their worries about the previous night.
Damien and Carla had asked them the same questions from the previous day, to no avail. None of them had given them any further leads, but they had had a chance to acquire a handwriting sample from each of the girls. They had also suggested that they all saw a counsellor.
“Where do you think Valerie is?” Lucy asked.
“I don’t know,” Celia said. “She didn’t come last night. What do you think stopped her?”
“I’m not sure I want to know.” Mia said after a while.
“Hey, she's probably just late!” Jo tried to remain confident. “Maybe we should talk to Marilyn?”
* * *
“I think we should send them home Dam,” Carla said. She stood at a window overlooking the quad, watching the girls in their small group. “This isn’t the sort of thing you recover from overnight.”
“It was their decision,” He argued, though it was clear he agreed with her. “And the principal has decided to keep the school open to avoid a fuss, to keep the other students from worrying.”
“These handwriting samples, is Leon busy? He said he could test them against the killer’s message didn’t he?”
“He’s here, but I think he’s going to be fairly busy for a while. This…” he hesitated. “This one was a lot messier than the last.”
* * *
Mia and Jo couldn’t find Marilyn before the bell rang, so they each went off to their separate classes.
Jo ignored most of what the teacher said during science. She didn’t get called to speak once, and secretly she knew it was because the teachers where all taking pity on her group. Normally this annoyed her, but today she was more anxious about talking to Marilyn.
Under her desk, she clutched the small slip of paper from the night before, crunching and smoothing it out with her fingers, but not daring to look once again. She wished she was in Mia and Marilyn’s class, so that she knew what was going on there.
* * *
“I'm sorry about your arm.”
“That’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” Marilyn and Mia sat at the back of their maths room, whispering. They didn’t actually have to worry, because for the last forty-five minutes the teacher hadn’t arrived, but they still didn’t want to be overheard.
“Can I have a look?” Mia and the rest of the group didn’t want to believe what they had found the night before, but decided they should take a look. But Marilyn wasn’t sure she should take the bandage off.
“The Clinic Doctor said I should leave it on for a few days.
“You mean you haven’t taken it off yet?” Mia had hoped that she had, and that it had been nothing out of the ordinary.
“Um no,” Marilyn cast her a funny look. “Should I have?”
“I guess not.”
“Okay, what am I missing?”
Mia sighed, “Probably nothing. But can I just have a look at your arm?”
“Will you tell me why?”
Mia sighed again. “If you let me see it,” She allowed
* * *
Lunch came around very quickly, and the girls once again huddled in their corner of the quad, this time Marilyn with them. They got a few strange stares, but they were beginning to get used to it. A number of rumours were passing around the school grounds, mostly stupid ideas about teenage pregnancies and arguments between the group that had resulted in murder. Whispering followed the girls wherever they went.
Today, however, theses whispers went completely unnoticed. Marilyn sat between Jo and Mia, and the group watched as she unravelled the bandage from her arm. Jo reached into her pocket, and pulled out the slip of paper, now folded in half. As Marilyn slipped off the last roll of bandage, Jo unfolded the paper, and held it next to her arm. They both said the same thing. A black heart beat, followed by the letters: BLF PMLD GLL NFXS BLF WRV HLLM. Marilyn screamed.
“Shh!” The group looked around, to see the rest of the quad giving them concerned looks. Marilyn looked like she was going to be sick. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
“I’ll follow her,” Lucy jumped up and hurried after her.
“What's that?” Celia bent over and picked up a little black, plastic cube that fell out as Marilyn rushed away.
“It looks like a bug,” Yasmine laughed. “You know, like in the movies.”
Silence met her joke. “Let’s get rid of it.”
* * *
Lucy arrived in the bathroom to see Marilyn scrubbing at her arm, wincing every time she passed over the writing. “Is it coming off?”
Marilyn shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. “Look at it!” To Lucy, the black marks seemed to be just as clear as they had been minutes before.
“Marilyn, it is going to be okay-““It’s not going to be okay! I just want to know! What do these marks mean, and why did someone tattoo them to my arm?!”
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