*looks around for a scapegoat and then tramples Meebles trying to run away from mob*
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Chapter Seven
“Cute.”
If you were looking in the cellar, Martha Stardust was nowhere to be found. Somehow, without anyone seeing, hearing or knowing, the brunette had physically moved to the foyer. And there she found bloodstains.
The previously gorgeous wood was tainted with blood, which to her was a beautiful, deep color that you could remove from someones body by killing. Looking up, the woman saw part of the railing above, chipped slightly and broken. The blood, she realized while touching it, was still wet, but there was no body, indicating no one had died… or the corpse had been moved.
Pursing the minds of bystanders, she found no one had died, which was relieving. The girl- Kray McGuire- had walked away from her fall, and so had her friend Autumn Rush. Martha was aware of Rush- after all, she was been the one who had later tricked people into believing Rush was dead.
Though Kray was unfamiliar, she found that the girl had walked away amnesiac with Gavin some time earlier, and was now a major force in their plan.
Martha made a mental note to kill her.
“Then again, I’m glad they made it,” she whispered.
“Then Gavin and I can have the first victim of the night.”
A civilian looked at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering why this chick was talking to herself. His thoughts were repeated in her mind as she read them.
Martha’s conscience, usually jumbled with thoughts- it didn’t matter who’s- was hard to keep track of. That was why she talked to herself, which was why people tended to think she was crazy.
“I know I’m crazy,” the brunette snapped at him. “Get over the talking to myself.”
People around her were so calm, she noticed as he nodded and walked off to talk to some friends. “Were they here when the girls fell? Wouldn’t they be distraught?” she asked. “Or did they come here after?”
Pursing their minds again, she found most had come afterwards.
“Don’t they know it’s bad luck to walk into a room with wet blood on the floor when the body that bled it is gone?”
They didn’t.
“Then again,” she murmured, looking around at all the bystanders/targets crowding the foyer, “by the end of tonight, this house will reek of blood… and ash.”
No one heard her talking to herself, no one except the girl who rang the doorbell. This caught the brunette off guard while she was thinking about Gavin and blood- and maybe even Gavin’s blood- no one knows for sure.
“Guess who’s coming in la~te!” a civilian taunted and opened the door. There, a tall girl with dark skin and black hair in a side ponytail was standing on the front step.
“Hey, I have a warning from the fire department saying there’s too many people here and it might be a fire haz… hey, a party!”
Martha sighed as the girl let herself in. Suddenly the newcomer looked at the blood on the floor and gasped, yet walked forward, watching the red in fascination.
“Who died?” she asked.
“No one actually…” Martha began to explain, before trailing off.
“No one died?” the girl picked up. “Oh, I’m Anna, by the way. What’s happened at this place so far, what did I miss?”
“Do you like blood?” Martha asked all of a sudden. She had an idea.
Anna raised an eyebrow and replied bluntly. “Who the hell are you, a vampire?”
The brunette smacked her forehead and sighed. “I mean like watching blood. Watching people die.”
“You’re really creepy,” the dark haired girl remarked. “I just came here to deliver that warning and to party,”
“Anna,” the taller woman finally said. “Something really bad is going to happen at this party. If you help me, and my friend Gavin, we’ll make sure you don’t get burned alive or stabbed.”
There was a pause and Annas eyes narrowed. This person was someone she’d have to watch carefully. No one just recruits people like that… on the spot…
“What do you want?”
--
It wasn’t Aaron.
Much worse. Much, much, much worse. It was what Natasha would call an ‘OH, HOLLLYYY SHHHIITT!’ moment.
“Dammit,” Kevin muttered, much calmer.
Before them stood Gavin Davis.
“This party has been pretty interesting for you so far,” he taunted, holding blades in his hands like a demented movie killer. “The knife that scared the crap out of the sorority group? Me. Autumn’s ‘death’, though she was still very much alive? My girlfriends’ powers tricking everyone into thinking she had died. Aaron trying to kill you, Miss Tullidge? He’s helping me too. Aaron, Kray, Martha and I… we’re all working to make life here hell,” he laughed.
“Your girlfriend? You mean your prostitute? You have a girlfriend?!” Natasha sneered. “I thought you were like, sixty! What is she, mind controlled?”
“Her name is Martha Stardust,” the man said curtly. He then glared and stomped on Nat’s cell phone again, now crumbling on the floor in electrically charged pieces.
“…Stardust…?” Kevin asked slowly, looking at his girlfriend. Her eyes widened.
“Cherry’s sister.”
Gavin smirked. “I used to have a wife, but she annoyed me, so I dropped her off the roof of our house.” He looked at Natasha. “Cherry’s sister? Bingo, teenybopper. And she’s just tricked two of your friends- no wait, three; there’s also a girl named Anna- into helping her, somehow. Helping her destroy this place.”
“And how would you know?” the Jonas asked.
“Because she had powers and is telepathically communicating to me. Martha’s almost omniscient, for all we know, she could be listening to us right now,” he added.
Natasha didn’t say anything for a moment. Finally, she looked up.
“There’s a girl named Anna involved?”
“Do you know a girl named Anna?” Gavin demanded, now curious.
“Anna Corona? The movie star? But we call her Anna Banana just for fun…” Nat trailed off.
“Looks like she’s working for my girl,” he laughed and then lunged at them.
--
Unlike Nat and K2, Ophelia and Sapphire really were dealing with Aaron.
“Show me whatcha got, pretty boy!” Sapphire threatened, jumping around in a fighting pose with her arms raised. To anyone with actual combat training, she looked ridiculous, and Ophelia facepalmed.
“Sapphire…” she complained.
“What? How else do we fight him?” the elitist asked stupidly.
“Like this!”
The blonde grabbed a glass vase and swung it at the boy. It shattered upon contact with Aaron’s shoulder, going too fast for him to dodge or defend. Sapphire looked even more horrified than he did.
“That vase cost 28 thousand dollars!”
The male, on the other hand, didn’t care about expenses as he fell against a counter, shoulder bleeding heavily. His designer boots crunched over more glass as he winced in pain.
“You bitch…” the movie star hissed
“I’m not sure who you are, but you’re bleeding all over the wood,” Sapphire said coolly, tossing her blonde hair back. Aaron glared and, despite his injury, launched himself at her with a well thrown punch. His fist grazed the side of her head, and the girl shrieked and jumped just in time.
Ophelia bit her lip, then rushed to calm Sapphire but stopped and spun around to Aaron. “Oh, Atmos, you’re bleeding!”
Aaron shot her a look recognizable even if she had only known him a day.
Are you kidding me?! OF COURSE I’M BLEEDING!
“You care about him when he was about to attack us? And nearly KILLED me?!” Sapphire demanded. “Besides, of course he’s bleeding!”
Aaron sighed. These girls were idiots. No wonder Martha planned to trick them. It seems everyone in the party knows they’re just pawns but them…
“I don’t want to end up killing him- I just didn’t want him to hurt us- he’s bleeding like you wouldn’t believe!” the blonde gasped, startled.
“Oh, I believe,” Sapphire muttered. “No, wait, that’s satin!” she gasped as her deluded friend whipped out a burgundy towel. Ophie, not listening, began to dab Aaron with the sheet. She continued to ramble to herself as the boy slid down the counter and onto the floor, muttering, “Girls…”
“We should bring you upstairs, it’s safer there,” the girl suggested, wondering if she should take off his sweatshirt now drenched in blood.
Aaron was reminded of the guest bedroom upstairs where he had seen Natasha earlier. “Maybe not,” he murmured.
“We should. There’s all sorts of stuff in the kitchen that might cause more trouble. Besides, we won’t be up there long,” Ophelia coaxed, “I just don’t want to be responsible if something really awful happens to you because of this,”
“Oh, so all you’re worried about is liability…” Sapphire sighed, knowing the feeling.
“You’ll be responsible for hell if you go upstairs,” Aaron explained, thinking that even if he didn’t run into Natasha, he could run into Kevin and get his butt kicked again.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
Sapphires eyes watered with more tears as she looked at the ruined towel and floor, as well as the vase her parents were so going to kill her for.
And then she remembered something awful.
The Moonstones were going to move, as evident from the ‘for sale’ sign they had seen earlier.
And how her parents were going to try and sell this house.
--
“What do you want?” Anna Banana, or really, Anna Corona asked.
Martha leaned back against a wall.
“I have a… friend, y’see,” she began, trying to explain. “He’s upstairs right now,”
“How would you know if he’s upstairs right now if you’re nowhere near him?” Anna asked, using common sense. Unlike Martha ever had.
“I have my ways,”
“Damn, you’re so vague,” the star complained, folding her arms across her chest. The brunette rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, like I haven’t heard that before. Anyway, he’s upstairs right now, and he’s dealing with a bunch of teenage brats being rude to him. I don’t know how he ended up in this situation,” she lied, but instead of using a sickly sweet voiced used to trick children, her tone came casual, so the teenager already suspicious of her had no reason to suspect anything.
“Can you just help me help him? Deal with those brats?”
Anna sighed. “Whatever. But I better get paid later,” she said. “I don’t fight teenyboppers for nothing,”
“Well, now you do,” Martha said as they started up the stairs.
--
“Looks like she’s working for my girl,” he laughed and then lunged at them.
So Natasha did the only thing sensible.
She kicked him in the crotch. Hard.
“HOOLLY SHHIITTT!!” the man gasped, and it took all his strength not to crumple to the floor. “Why you little-“
“Genius?” Nat laughed, high fiving her boyfriend. Gavin glared and, taking even more of his strength, swung his leg over to kick her.
She dodged.
“Pedo,” the girl murmured.
“Okay, okay, slow…” Came a soft, recognizable voice. Turning a corner and coming into view was Ophelia, the tall blonde, helping a limping teen move through the hall.
“You brought HIM here?!” Natasha demanded, spinning around and using a back fist to hit Gavin, approaching her from behind, in the nose.
“But I… err… hurt him…”
“Accidentally?” K2 asked with a raised eyebrow, stepping protectively in front of his girlfriend. His eyes narrowed when he saw Aaron, stumbling in with Ophelia followed by Sapphire.
“Well, he was attacking us, but, atmos, I hit him and he started bleeding like hell and…”
“Bleeding like hell? He deserves to GO to hell!” Natasha argued.
Gavin, on the floor due to Nat’s backfist- he made a mental note not to mess with starlets who had martial arts training- looked disappointed.
“You got beat up with… glass, apparently,” he scolded Aaron, seeing the glass shards caught in the teens sweatshirt. “Weak. Beat up by a girl.”
“You’re not one to talk, asshole,” Aaron spat and Ophie slapped him.
“Don’t curse, you fucktard!”
Natasha facepalmed. “At least we know Ophelia’s still the same,”
“Yeah, still INsane,” Sapphire remarked and Natasha groaned.
“YOU had to come up here too?”
“I invited you here!” the elitist screamed, infuriated. “Geez, all celebrities really ARE brats…”
“I beg to differ!”
Martha, walking in with Anna who had just protested, rolled her eyes. Looking straight at Sapphire, the brunette said, “Oh, don’t bother arguing with that elitist- Sapphire Moonstone knows nothing.”
Sapphire looked very offended.
“All I know is the little information YOU’VE told me!” she yelled.
“You’re not the only one she’s being a vague bitch to?” Anna asked, unsurprised, and Martha sighed. Don’t call me a bitch, you’re helping me, remember? The telepath spoke in her mind.
Anna jumped.
“Did you just TALK TO ME in my BRAIN? What the hell?!”
“She’s done it to me too,” Sapphire said dryly.
“Well, I was hoping I wouldn’t HAVE to talk in your mind anymore. You and Ophie were supposed to do something retarded to try and fight the plan I was so vague about and get yourselves killed so you’d be out of the way,” Martha explained. Natasha stood on the sidelines, confused. Kevin glared at Aaron.
“Wait, fight the plan? You told me we were helping this plan,” Anna protested, now confused as well.
Martha smiled, before helping Gavin up.
“Exactly.”
No one spoke.
"For those too stupid to realize, I've been on Gavin's side this whole time. I'm working with him and the plan that Kray girl dreamed up awhile back, to kill you all, mainly. Anna gets spared because I figured I might as well spare someone, y'know?" she laughed. "Sapphire and Ophelia, technically, you would have helped- with you dead we'd have less people trying to stop us. But apparently you're too stupid to even get YOURSELVES killed."
Gavin looked at his girlfriend, who, Nat could already tell, was at least twenty years younger than him- cree~py!- with a curious expression.
"Aww, you weren't gonna keep the joke up for at least a few more hours? C'mon, trick a few blondes into thinking you're on their side, why'd you have to reveal the traitorship so early?" the man complained.
Martha ignored him, and turned to Sapphire and Ophelia.
“Basically, you’re not the most insane at the party… you’re the most STUPID.”
The woman smirked, and Ophie turned to her.
“Let me get this straight.”
Martha watched.
“You screwed with my head. You implanted false memories. You tricked me, and then you gave me a mission to get myself KILLED?!”
“Yep!” she said happily.
Ophelia ran at her.
“Hey! HEY!” Anna shrieked, blocking Ophelia. “Quit it, she’s helping me so I don’t get killed!”
“Maybe she thinks you’re stupid too,” Sapphire snapped.
“Actually, Anna’s already proven more reliable then you ever had,” Martha said coldly as Ophelia and Sapphire stepped back. “She doesn’t ask relentless questions like you do,”
“You’re working for Martha? Gavin’s hooker?” Natasha questioned, turning to Anna.
The girls eyes lit up.
“Nat! I haven’t seen you in awhile!” Anna said and ran up to hug her friend.
“You know Anna Corona?” Gavin slurred, his voice sounding horribly congested thanks to the broken nose Natasha had given him.
“It’s Anna Banana,” the two girls corrected and then laughed. “What brings you here?” Kevin Jonas’ girlfriend asked.
“Well…" Anna took in a deep breath.
"It's actually pretty weird… I was driving and suddenly these people flagged me down, and I thought they were hitchhikers so I stopped to tell them to stop chasing me, but they were some dudes from the fire department and wanted me to send a fire hazard warning to this place- apparently there’s too many people here- until they could warn everyone themselves, ‘cause they had several other huge fires to deal with and needed someone just to tell the Moonstones just in case something happened before the department themselves could get there. And then I saw the place and was like, PARTY!” she finished quickly.
“I guess we’ll be getting a message from the fire department soon, then,” Aaron said, standing up now, albeit shakily. “But if Kray’s still doing the plan well the department won’t need to worry. There’ll be nothing left to salvage once we’re done with this place,” he threatened, cutting into the girls’ happy moment.
Natasha broke off from her friend.
“You wanna bet… pretty boy?”
--
“And then they all died. The end.”
The voice wasn’t Martha’s nor Anna’s, and it's sickly sweet nature meant it wasn’t Gavin’s either. This belonged to newly amnesiac Kray McGuire, putting the finishing touches on her plan from hell.
Suddenly the girl looked up from the computer, eyes darting to the door.
“Who’s there?”
A redhead wearing an Abercrombie and Fitch shirt poked her head in.
“I… I heard someone was in here and planning something,” Cassie started.
“We want to know what,” Joe Jonas demanded, stepping behind her.
“Why would you want to know my plan?” Kray asked, appearing insulted. She shrunk down the file on the monitor and then opened it again, then closed it back, on and off obsessively. Cassie shifted.
“There’s a rumor about it spreading all over the party.”
Kray looked amused.
“Aww… I feel so loved! Or hated. Maybe they hate me and want to kill me. Do they hate me and want to kill me for this?” She clicked the mouse several times again.
“No. They don’t want to kill you.”
The dark-haired girl raised an eyebrow. “Well then, do you?”
The couple fell silent. Cassie shifted again and Joe moved closer to Kray, putting his arm on her shoulder comfortingly.
“I don’t want to kill you, Kray. I just want to know what your plan is,” he said, not able to tell if Kray really was in a decent mood or if she was hiding extreme paranoia.
The girl snapped back and then retaliated by giving him an impulsive slap in the face.
“LIES!”
“Paranoia,” the Jonas whispered under his breath, cheek burning. He stepped back. “What lies? I’m telling the tru-“
“Why would you need to know my plan if you had no intention of killing me?!” she demanded. He noticed her eyes, previously hazel, were now a washed out, dull grey. Are eyes still windows to the soul? They better not be, Joe hoped, or this girl was doomed.
He shuddered as the girl continued to rant. “I know what you pop stars are like! You only care about yourselves and your image, maybe even people really close to you, and that’s it! You probably don’t even care about her!" she accused, pointing at Cassandra.
“He DOES care!” Joe’s girlfriend retaliated.
“But he doesn’t,” Kray decided, glaring. She stood up and leaned in on Joe. "What would you do if I kissed you right now, then, since you love the redhead so much?" she taunted.
"I'd leave. WITH Cassie," he said firmly, despite being caught off guard.
Kray smiled.
"But you wouldn't. You want to know my plan too much to leave."
The couple was silent.
“But tell me, Joe. I know you only care about yourself. So what part of my plan do you think will hurt you? I’m not saying my plan WILL harm you, but I’m not saying it WON’T either… y’know?” the dark haired amnesiac continued, pressing his last nerve. The Jonas had a strange urge to strangle her.
“I want to know your plan,” he began slowly, “Because I was talking to my brother and his girlfriend earlier, and then I heard footsteps, and a shriek. The line went dead. And now Kevin and Natasha might be in danger because of you.”
“How do you know you didn’t just lose the connection?” the girl asked in her mocking tone, and Joe’s hand twitched.
“Kray! I want to know who attacked my brother, why, and what they’re planning to do! And it’s in your plan- it has to be!” he demanded, aggravated at her stalling.
Kray leaned back.
“Why don’t I just tell you?”
Joe’s eyes narrowed, and he stepped in front of Cassie protectively. “You’re going to tell me your plan?’
“No shit, Sherlock,” the girl snapped, expression changing. “Geez, you’re slow,”
The dark haired teen rolled his eyes, but said nothing. “It’s actually really simple,” she added, “But considering you, like all pop stars, have a brain the six of a peanut, I’ll break it down. You want to know what Gavin will do to your brother?” she asked, bored of insulting him.
“Gavin?” Joe didn’t recognize the name, wondering how well-known this person had to be for him not to know who.
“Gavin… Davis?”
Kray looked at the redhead who had figured it out.
“Gavin Davis, the serial killer?” Cassie asked again. Suddenly her eyes widened. “You set a SERIAL KILLER on Kevin and Natasha?!”
“And he’s going to have some fun, too!” Kray laughed, her mood swinging back to sadistic taunting. “But, she added, “I can’t remember whether he was going to decapitate them and put the heads on a pole or if he was going to hang them in the front foyer… ah well.” The girl looked up, and a slid a knife off the desk and into her palm.
“I think he’d like more heads though. And the plan didn’t say anything against it,” she agreed with herself.
Cassie wanted to scream, ‘Well, of COURSE the plan said nothing against it- YOU WROTE it!’
Instead, she jumped back as Kray sauntered forward with the weapon. But- to Cassie’s surprise- instead of killing HER with it, she pressed the blade against Joe’s neck.
“Now who wants a Jonas on a stick?”
--
With a racy smile, Aaron dove for her.
Natasha tried to jump out of the way, but was slammed into the wall. The girl made to punch him in the face, but before she could, he crumpled to the ground.
"What the…?"
Kevin appeared behind the spiky-haired teen. "He'll never have kids, not with you or ANYONE else…" the Jonas threatened.
"And just how it should be!"
Aaron moaned, on the floor.
"You really think you know everything, don't you?" Martha said crossly, hands on her hips behind the couple.
She then whipped out a blade and hurled it at Kevin's head.
"GEEZ! What's with you all and trying to kill me horribly?!" he demanded, about to swing around and block her attack when Nat twisted the woman's arm around. There was a sickening snap and the brunette shrieked in pain.
"You two are WAY too defensive of each other…" Aaron commented, and this time Nat kicked him in the back roughly.
"Ah, my spine~!" he taunted sarcastically, and she kicked him again, this time in the head. The boy fell unconscious.
Meanwhile Martha was on the floor near him, her arm bent at an odd angle. K2 picked up the blade that had dropped out of her hands. "Let me guess. You wanted to stab me."
"Still do, actually," she hissed. "You're an easy target,"
"I'll do the honors," Gavin growled and snatched the weapon directly out of Kevin's palm. He, too, hurled it.
In a different direction.
"AIHH!"
There was no time to block, or move, since the man was only a few feet away.
The weapon cut through air just like it would flesh.
Natasha fell to the floor, blade piercing through her skinny jeans.
"You missed, dumbass!" Martha gasped, not even looking at him. Like Kray and Aaron had, the superpowered prostitute was now bleeding out.
"Oh, I did that on purpose," he argued, waiting for Kevins reaction.
"NAT!"
Gavin Davis smirked as the starlet ran to his girl. "Are you alright?" Kevin asked as Martha started wondering where Sapphire and Ophelia had disappeared off to.
"Yes, I'm perfectly alright! Now hand me a band-aid before I BLEED to death!" his girlfriend gasped sarcastically. Kevin stifled a laugh. Same old Nat.
Then he realized how dire the situation was.
Gavin turned around and helped Martha up. "We'll fix your arm later. We need to check on Kray first, and find that Sapphire girl so we can burn her alive and maybe decapitate his brother," the man pointed at Kevin, who paled.
"What about… him…?"
Martha pointed with her undoomed arm to Aaron.
"Leave him here," Anna said, finally speaking up. "You two go off and I'll catch up in a second."
The killer and his prostitute shrugged and took off. After a minute had passed, she spun around back to Nat and K2.
"NATASHA! Are you okay?!"
"Do you have a bandaid?" Kevin asked, dead serious. Anna rolled her eyes, and Natasha glared at her.
"What're you gonna do, kill me right now? I'm sure Martha wanted me dead, you little traitor," she said, trying to sound menacing, but failing miserably.
"I'm not on Martha's side."
"Uh huh, just like you never beat up that Jimmy kid back in fifth grade," the star argued. Anna looked confused.
"Nat," she said, sitting down next to her friend, "I never did beat up Jimmy. He just fell down the well!"
Kevin looked utterly confused. In his mind, his thoughts kept repeating themselves. Screw this girl talk, you need a tourniquet, FAST!
"Then explain you turning on us for Gavin's hooker!" Natasha started breathing heavily to keep from hyperventilating. She didn't dare to look at her leg.
"I didn't… look… it's like spying. I joined their 'side' because I knew something was up with them and if I could figure out, I could help whoever they were hurting, which turned out to be you guys," the movie star explained. Nat calmed slightly.
"How would you know something was up with them if you only just arrived?"
"Gee, I dunno, was it when she asked me if I liked blood or when she told me to help her so I wouldn't get burned alive or stabbed?" Anna replied sarcastically.
"Well, they've got stabbed down," Kevin muttered, looking worriedly at Nat's leg. "Um, if you could finish explaining really, really fast, that would be GREAT." he added.
"Anna, you've always been a genius…" Natasha mused.
"Now, I hate to leave you like this, but I don't want Gavin and Martha getting suspicious of me taking so long and going off to kill me too." The dark haired girl bit her lip and stood up. "I'll be back. In the meantime, find a blanket to try and choke off the blood or something," she added with a concerned tone.
Leaving one last glance, she took off, trusting her best friend with Kevin Jonas. And Aaron, but he was unconscious, so it didn't really count.
Natasha was suddenly aware of the shooting pain and the fact that her leg was covered in something very sticky.
"I'm not gonna die… right?" she asked weakly. She noticed Kevin unbuttoning his shirt.
"Just stay conscious," he warned, extremely pale. Natasha bit her lip, trying not to scream so she wouldn't startle him or the rest of the party. She gripped the carpet, wondering if people at hospitals still amputated stabbed limbs.
There was a jolt and she was aware of tight fabric being wound around her knee, around the cold blade, tightly and choking off blood.
"Y'know, if you had taken out the weapon, she would have bled to death by now…" a groggy Aaron, lying nearby, mumbled. Kevin wasn't sure if he was fully conscious or not.
"What are you doing?" Natasha asked, trying to sit up. The Jonas pushed her back down lightly, and it was then she noticed how attractive he was shirtless.
"Two things."
He pulled a knot on the fabric, tightening it further. The girl wasn't sure if she could feel her foot.
"One, saving your life."
She looked up at him.
"Two, kissing you."
--
“Sapphire! Wait up!”
Sapphire Moonstone stormed down the hallway, furious. Her blonde hair bounced behind her, her cloths ruined from earlier, her attitude even worse than normal. She spun around to face Ophelia, trying to come after her.
"What? What? You think I'm stupid, don't you?! As if it wasn't enough to have MARTHA tricking me…!" the girl yelled and then spun back around and started down some mahogany stairs.
Ophelia walked carefully down the fancy steps, not wanting to scoff them.
"Sapphire! I got tricked too! We BOTH did! Calm down, we've still got to fight the plan!" she argued, hopping off the last step and taking off after her friend again. Sapphire, not looking at her, rolled her eyes.
"What plan? Martha probably made that up too! She wanted us to get ourselves killed!"
Ophelia stiffened slightly. "No… she wasn't. I could feel it… she honestly wasn't kidding about that. She was just kidding about her trying to fight the plan."
"You could FEEL it? Just like you felt Dedodakes, huh?"
The next thing Sapphire felt was her being socked in the eye.
"HEY-!"
The blonde elitist fell against the wall roughly, and a painting fell out of its frame and toppled to the floor. Ophie stood about her, glaring.
"If you EVER mention that again, I'll SHOOT you." she said coldly. "I knew Dedodakes a lot longer than just tonight. Don't you know? There's ALWAYS been something morbidly wrong with me when it comes to aliens and crap. I've ALWAYS had a weird thing with UFOs and ETs. All Martha did was confuse it more."
She paused.
"No wonder people hate you, you're a damn bitch," she added coolly and stormed off. Sapphire looked up.
"What makes you so touchy about that?" she snapped, standing up and brushing herself off. Ophie turned around.
"Because I know it way too well,"
Sapphire had nothing to say to her- still vague- comment. Ophelia looked at the blonde. "So, what now?"
"We stop the plan," the girl said, "But first, I need to fix my hair."
"How many miles away is your room?" Ophie asked blandly.
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