NaNoWriMo! I blame you!
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Chapter 6
“Mmmm…”
There were hundreds and hundreds of globes around her. The room was poorly lit, and she couldn’t see a doorway through the expanse of colored orbs. Most of them only had one color spread across their surface, but a few were more like planets; different shades graced their surface as if to represent changing climate across each.
And they were all suspended at different levels in the air. Nothing was holding them.
Ophelia stood up shakily as she looked around. This place was sort of like a planetarium, but the floating globes really freaked her out.
She began to walk forward. The girl had no idea where she was, all she knew was that she was there. But she was supposed to know that. She was supposed to know she was there.
Ophelia hated it when her thoughts repeated themselves.
A loud, reverberating noise that sounded almost like a cymbal breaking- yes, breaking- shocked her. She looked down to find she wasn’t even walking on solid product, but merely… nothing. There were more globes below her.
“This is one freaky planetarium.”
Her first thought was to find an exit, but Ophelia wasn’t really interested in leaving. Wherever she was, this place was cool, and she wanted to stay.
She walked forward again and it created the same noise. Loud reverberation wasn’t pleasant.
“Where is that coming from…?”
Do you want me to explain?
The girl jumped in surprise and the sound repeated when she landed. This voice came from inside her mind, but somehow it wasn’t hers.
“Het, look, if you’re trying to screw with my head and give me a breakdown, you’ll have to get in line,” she muttered, to herself, of course.
Heh. Not quite.
“…fine, explain. What’s with this alien thing? There was a planet that got attached to that thought, Dedodakes, right before I passed out. I felt like I knew the planet. Like something was controlling my memory!”
You want me to explain? To tell you who I am?
“Yes…”
Okay. You’re in a dream, child. Get out.
--
“I’ve got a plan,” Kray said mildly, leaning back in an office chair in another room upstairs. She, Gavin, and Aaron were all there, lingering really, like a rest in between missions. The room change was really for two reasons: If anyone had heard yelling upstairs from when Aaron had attacked Natasha and they went to that room, not only Aaron would be busted, but Gavin, and the random items he had stolen, would be too.
The second reason was that Kray wanted to play on the Moonstone’s computer.
“A plan? Who plans?” Aaron leaned back on the couch against the window and looked at the girl oddly, though she didn’t notice because he was facing her back. He rubbed his head lightly- Kevin, let’s just say, had a very powerful punch.
“I plan. You already stole some crap, or tried to switch for your ex-girlfriend, scared some sorority group, or-“ she spun around on the wheelie chair and looked at Aaron with a laugh, “-got beat up by a Jonas Brother-“
“Hey! I’m not the one who fell off a thirty foot railing,” the spikey haired teen protested.
“What railing?”
Gavin mouthed to Aaron: Amnesia. Don’t bother.
“Uh… whatever…” the Cruz rolled his eyes. He’d have to use something else against the crazy amnesiac.
“Well, anyway, we’ve already had some spontaneous fun, but now shouldn’t we do something more drastic?” Kray asked, looking at what appeared to be a word file on the screen.
“I dunno, I usually don’t even bother at larger parties after I take some expensive crap or something. Harder to screw stuff up. And people don’t really do it for me,” Gavin added, kicking the backpack he had dragged over here. Sapphire would miss her jewelry.
“They don’t do it for you? What’s the fun in them messing up the party themselves?” Aaron asked with a sarcastic laugh.
“No- I mean I just don’t like people. Especially snooty teenagers,” the man said.
Kray and Aaron glared at him.
“…except you guys, of course!” he added hastily. Surprisingly, he was now closer to Kray and Aaron then anyone else he’d ever had a relationship with in his life- even his family. Kray smiled with satisfaction.
“Yeah, well, this is a cool opportunity to have some real fun. So I made a plan and saved it on this word file-“
Aarons eyes widened. “You idiot, you don’t save plans on how to destroy the Moonstones on their computer!” The man started laughing, this girl was an idiot.
“That won’t be a problem,” Kray said sincerely. “The computer will be destroyed and they’ll be dead by the time its over,”
“What’s your plan?” Gavin asked curiously, now looking over her shoulder.
After a minute his eyes widened, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.
--
"Hey, Dawn!" Ophelia said cheerily as the girl caught up. "I haven't seen you since-"
"This morning," Dawn said laughing. "We ride the same morning bus,"
"You know Ophie has memory problems," Cassandra pointed out. She looked at Dawn.
"You're covered in paint!"
“Ophelia! Dammit, wake up!”
Still in the cellar, the blondes eyes blinked open. “Cherry Stardust cursing? Have I gone mad?”
Cherry rolled her eyes. “I’d say yes, you totally broke down. So, who’s Dedodakes? You were moaning that in your sleep. Is that the planet you come from?”
‘Like something was controlling my memory…’
‘Like something made me believe I knew Dedodakes…’
“A false memory,” Ophelia answered quickly. “Something that I thought had happened to me, but hadn’t,”
“You’ve really lost it,” Gretchen muttered.
“No! I’m serious! I didn’t really know about it beforehand… but it’s really interesting…” the blonde sat up and looked at her friend, who looked like she was trying to determine the situation.
“So you passed out…because some memory was implanted in you… that you didn’t have?”
“That sounds really stupid, I know,” the insane teenager confessed.
“That’s seriously it? You’re really screwed up, Ophie,” Gretchen said. “I thought you were dying or something!”
“How thoughtful of you!” Ophelia said in fake sincerity. The brunette rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, let’s just go back upstairs. They’re probably wondering where we are,”
Ophelia paused.
“Uh… no,”
Cherry, who had already stood up, looked back at her. “Look, I’m not wasting my party in this disgusting cellar-“
“You don’t have to. Go ahead, go upstairs,” the blonde coaxed as she stood up. Y’know, besides the spiders, dust, cockroaches, ash and toxic waste, this place really wasn’t so bad. It was kind of… alluring, actually.
“Are you kidding? You might die again!”
Ophie rolled her eyes. “I didn’t die, obviously. And if I do you can have my stereo, okay?”
Gretchen gave her a suspicious look. “You don’t have a stereo,”
“Well, I’ll buy a stereo, and when I die, you can have it.”
The brunette paused for a second before shouting, “Okay!” cheerfully and running off in her shallow, useless way.
“That was easy,” Ophelia muttered.
She turned around and wandered back into the darkness. “Well?” she asked. “You were in my dream. Are you here, too?”
No one spoke back.
“C’mon! You weren’t in my head! You… gawds, Cherry was right, I’m losing it.”
The girl sighed and kicked a wall.
Shut up. I told you to get out of the dream so you’d forget about me; I thought your memory would konk out again. I had evidence- ironically- the evidence that your memory might screw up, but I found that in your memory…
Shocked, Ophie fell onto the wall. “Who are you?!” So this person could just pull up random previous events and play them back to her, like a recorder or something?
Something really is screwed up about you…
“Who? Who are you and what do you want with me?!”
I’m here because I’m seeking out someone who is fine with being friended by the presence of the abnormal, and people of your type are usually willing.
“…what?”
Figures you had a bad vocabulary too.
The blonde hissed. “What are you trying to get at?!”
The cellar door opened and a worried partygoer looked in. “Who’s yelling?”
Ophelia sighed and turned around, but to see not only the random teenager, but another, shady figure next to him at below the trapdoor.
The random partygoer, realizing no one was going to answer him, rolled his eyes and walked away, swinging the entrance shut as he left.
The blonde turned to the figure that had appeared below it.
“You? When did you show up?”
The being let out a dry laugh and walked forward, into Ophie’s line of vision as her eyes finally adapted to the dark.
Ophelia gasped when she saw her.
She had expected a ghost, a God, a supreme being, even a vampire or something.
“You’re human?”
Indeed, the person was a girl not much older then she was. Maybe twenty-one or so, she was tall and lank, with extremely long brown hair tied neatly in two buns-and-braids in the back. It was as if an aura of sorts was radiating from her- not literally, but figuratively, like she was someone important. Like a fortune teller.
…wait, what?
The girl laughed again. “Nice to meet you. I’m the one who’s been messing with you- I’m a telepath, see-“
Ophelia promptly slugged her.
“HEY! What was that for-?!”
--
Heh, heh. The last time we mentioned Sapphire Moonstone as a person, and not as a person getting ripped off or stolen from, was quite awhile ago, wasn’t it?
The blonde lurked. She hid in her monstrosity of a kitchen, shaking, sobbing. Didn’t expect to see the hostess in tears quite like this? Her brand new, 700 dollar 'soft pink, sun-kissed color cami' was ruined, thanks to Dawns paint. In addition her white fur coat sweater thing and tight blue jeans, also ruined. That was over 1000 dollars worth of clothing! Just because they aren't privileged doesn't mean I have to be!
Another wracking sob filled the empty space; the crowd of people had dispersed to the foyer and living room, where all the action was occurring.
And my party! The mobs that chased me, the celebrities that didn't even know my name! My dad works for them! There were more tears. And I even invited them!
The dead girl! The creepy man! The rumor that Miley Cyrus got hurt!
The polished wood floor was ruined, a puddle of salty tears gracing its surface.
Saph looked up slightly. She could hear something. It was sort of coming from her mind, but it wasn't hers. It was as audible as anything heard was, and it sounded like it was coming from the trapdoor just over in the next room. Or rather, below it. Below the trapdoor.
She could hear conversation that sounded like it was coming from afar but was really in her mind.
There are two people I need right now, it said. One of them I've already contacted, now you must come to the trapdoor.
Do you know a girl named Ophelia Crobe?
Sapphire jumped into the air and almost hit her head on the bottom of the cabinet she had been hiding under. "What- who- I-?"
Come on, I have a lot of explaining to do. And not a lot of time.
--
Sapphire slid under the trapdoor with a flashlight about a minute later. Sheesh, no ones been here in awhile. The beam indicated a masse of creepy-crawlies, as she would call them, which lurked in here. The furnace had been put out. She didn't know how it had, but it explained why the house had gotten cooler.
She slid in only to nearly get punched by a blonde.
A familiar blonde.
"Ophelia, what the hell?!" Saph demanded as she jumped back from her friends raging fist. Ophie pulled back hastily.
"Sorry, I was trying to get her," the girl hissed and motioned to a brunette with her hair up in a peculiar style. The brunette rolled her eyes and leaned against a dusty wall with a cockroach climbing up it, apparently not noticing that failure of an insect.
"Who're you?" the hostess asked curiously.
Ophelia laughed dryly. "Trust me, she won't tell me,"
"I would have, if you hadn't attempted to kill me!"
The insane one sighed, and the brunette looked at each of them, stroking one of her braids inattentively. "You want me to explain?"
"Uh, su-"
"YES!" Ophie cut in impatiently.
"My name is Martha Stardust, and I now consider you two my little 'experiments' of the night."
The 'alien' blonde was at first surprised enough not to say anything- for once- but Sapphire shook her head. "What are you, a scientist?"
"You two are friends, correct?" Martha asked, looking from one to the other and back again. She let go of her braid.
"Sort of…" Sapphire said, though Ophelia said "Yes,"
"Okay, well, this may be hard to believe, but I am a telepath, and also can use this power to muddle with senses,” the taller one began. Ophie laughed dryly.
"Believe me, that's not hard to guess,"
Will you shut up? Martha demanded, in Ophelia's mind again. The blonde sighed and stepped back.
"A lot of the weird things that have happened in this party were because I made them. I made people believe they had happened, because they ‘saw’ it with my altered version of their sense of sight- like an illusion," Martha said. "Example, when Rush 'died', she was really knocked unconscious- not by Krays blow, but by my thoughts controlling her, like I did to you earlier," the brunette motioned to Ophelia.
"Everyone else was influenced by sight and sound illusions. Kray was so deranged I have no idea what she thought. Cole tried to test for Rush's breathing, but I can edit touch senses too, and so he couldn't feel her pulse even though there was one. When she woke up, I changed up her memories so that she believed she had nearly been killed, but that she had foiled Kray by pretending to die."
Sapphire only nodded slowly. Ophelia would've said something if it wasn't for her fear of this woman.
"Your 'panic' episode a few minutes ago was myself completely. I edited your thoughts and memories, and then made you pass out so you'd believe my powers before I told you. You've already had a cruddy day, though, Sapphire, so I just went easy on you. Came anyway, though,"
"…are my memories still edited?" the first blonde, the 'alien' blonde, asked finally.
"Yes."
"Are mine?" Sapphire asked as well.
"Yes."
The rich blonde looked furious.
"Then what's real?" Ophelia asked before the hostess could let her anger turn into a verbal assault, something a prep like her was very good at.
"Besides Rush's 'death' and your panic episode, really, just about everything else was real," Martha explained. "See, I need some… help. I've chosen you two because you're the two who are closest to being insane in the entire pa-"
"I'M insane?!"
The brunette jumped to see Saph practically foaming at the mouth in anger.
"Sure, Ophie's basically lost her mind, but ME?! I'm normal! I wear normal clothes, I have normal friends! Why didn't you pick someone else?! Anyone in the sorority group is more insane than-"
"I picked you because you're friends with Ophelia, and she's likely a schizo, actually," Martha said with a dry tone, as if it were obvious. Sapphire's lip twitched, but she did nothing else after.
"But why did you pick us to start with? What do you want with us?" Ophie asked, interested at the revelation that she might have a mental disorder.
"Because there are three people at this party who have a plan. And it isn't a good one."
--
“What’s so great about her plan?” Aaron complained. He leaned forward slightly as an interested Gavin reviewed the word document.
“My, my, you’re a sadistic little girl, aren’t you?” the man asked with a wry laugh, not paying attention to the pervert on the couch. Kray pulled her black hair out of a ponytail and only looked at him.
“So we’re gonna do it?”
“What is it about this plan?” the dark haired teen stood up from the furniture and walked over. “Does it involve Natasha?”
“I swear, you’re obsessed with that girl,” Davis muttered under his breath. Aaron didn’t hear, and he looked over Kray’s shoulder.
“…alright, that is kind of sadistic…” he concluded after he had read it.
“I like it. Why not give it a whirl?” Gavin asked.
“Okay!”
“Just one thing,” the serial killer said. “In case it doesn’t work… destroy this file,”
--
“Okay, do you have any idea where Cassie, Joe, Nick and Ophelia are?” Dawn questioned after awhile. The group would have stood out, two teens and a ‘fortune teller’ with pitchforks and all; if it wasn’t for the hallway they were walking in being completely deserted.
Another blue hallway with little blue rooms on the side.
Another deserted turn.
Again.
Rush shrugged. “I haven’t seen any of them since a few hours ago. What time is it, anyway?” she asked, lowering her shawl as she looked for a clock. “It’s got to be at least eleven,”
Dawn raised the pitchfork into the air. “It’s party time!”
The other two gave her a blank stare.
“Sorry, I was just really hoping to use this thing tonight,” she said, twirling her pitchfork dangerously around like a baton.
“Why do the Moonstones have pitchforks, anyway?” Cole asked, stepping back. “And don’t forget my twin; we need to find Dylan too,”
“The Moonstones have everything,” Autumn interjected. “I swear I saw a golden toilet on my way in,”
“No kidding,”
The group continued down the empty hallway.
“But seriously, I think we’re going in circles or something,” Dawn said again, “Because we’re not finding anyone and I’m completely lost. I swear- Sapphire should make a map of this place or something. UGH- she’s so annoying-“
“How can you say she’s annoying when she’s the one who invited you to this party?” the blonde boy asked quizzically.
“She didn’t. I don’t think Saph knew I was on her friends list,” Dawn laughed and squirted some of the red paint onto the ceiling. For all the elitism the Moonstones created, they deserved it.
“Do you always have that with you?” Autumn asked as the red hit the ceiling and then fell back to the floor, just barely missing her.
Dawn grinned evilly, but Cole looked horrified.
“What? It’s just paint-“ the artsy girl began, but the Sprouse shook his head.
“You said friends list. What website was this?”
“Uh… myspace,” the girl answered, “Why?”
“Because,” Cole said slowly, his worried gave unbroken onto the two, “There are reports all over the site of a killer who was befriending teens. They said his username was bloodandtears… something…”
“There was a bloodandtears user at the top of her friends list,” Dawn said suddenly.
“Whoever he is,” Cole began, “Whoever he is, he’s here,”
“There was a guy who gave Kray the knife to try and kill me, and he threw a blade into the wall to scare the girls I was summoning Bloody Mary with earlier,” Autumn pointed out, lifting her hijab back on.
“That’s him,” the blonde boy muttered darkly, “That must be him.”
“We can’t just pick up a few people and leave if there’s a serial killer, though,” Dawn argued, “There must be hundreds at this party- people could really die! I think we need to stop the killer… y’know… before he actually kills someone,”
“Isn’t that dangerous on our part?” Cole asked worriedly. He noticed Dawn’s pitchfork was still twirling.
“Well, I guess, but at least finding him will be easy. I think I sprayed that guy with my paint earlier,” she said optimistically.
“It’s not finding him that’s going to be the hard part. It’s finding a way out,”
--
There was one pro and one con about going upstairs through the staircase in the back of the house, where no one was. The pro was that they didn’t have to push and shove to get through crowds and in the way of people, instead they could talk freely- and still hear each other!- as well as be open to sounds, any small noise that indicated someone was sneaking up on them.
The con, Kevin figured, was that if they found someone was sneaking up on them, they didn’t know this part of the house as well, and it would be harder to escape if said person was dangerous- especially because these halls, though decorative, were very small (though at least they had gotten out of the labyrinth of creepy blue halls that seemed to mark the center of the building)
But Kevin Jonas wasn’t sure if Natasha had realized this like he had. The girl walked up the crystal clear, quartz staircase, directly in front of him. Immediately below said staircase was an odd, colorful, modern-art-esque geometric piece forever trapped in view under the stone that surrounded it on all sides, staircase on top and more quartz holding it up, drilled into a slid black floor.
How on earth did the Moonstones get that in there to begin with? the dark haired girl wondered.
The flooring upstairs was not crystal clear like the steps, instead there was a Hollywood- themed red velvet carpet stretching down the windowless corridor. It was evident the Moonstones had tried to make the dark area less depressing, but this extravagant rug- with little shining topaz stones drilled down at the base of the walls rimming said rug, as if they were spotlights- didn’t help, it only made it feel more like a medieval castle than a Los Angeles party.
“Weird,” the two said at the same time when they saw it.
“Okay,” Kevin added, walking forward into the darkness. “We should find Cassie and Joe first, they were upstairs the last time I saw them,”
“This level has got to be a square mile! Do they have a cell phone or something?” Natasha asked, peering into one of the dozens of rooms that lined the hall, only to find it- like the others- empty. This place was beginning to creep her out. What do the Moonstones do with this crappy hallway?
“I dunno about Cassie, but Joe does,” Kevin answered, whipping out his own phone.
The electronic light illuminated the hallway, and reflecting off of the topaz, it actually looked a bit more like the red carpet. But it was a post-apocalyptic Hollywood it resembled.
The dial tone went off and the Jonas pressed the phone to his ear.
“Hello? Joe?”
There was a crackling sound and Kevin put the phone on speaker so Nat could hear.
“Yo, Wassup Kev? Dude, this party rocks! I mean, I heard someone died, but-“
“Joe, Autumn’s still alive.”
“Oh, really? Thank God! Hey, Cassie, Rush is alright! Geez, someone was faking then…”
Natasha noticed that the noise coming from the phone was getting louder, as if Joe and Cassie were in a crowded place or something.
“Guys, where are you? There’s someone… dangerous at this party, we’re going to leave- by the way, do you have any idea where Nick is?”
“No idea where he is, but wait, who’s dangerous? The girl who tried to kill Autumn? Dude, she scared me…” Joe continued.
“Bad news. That girl was only working for the dangerous guy. He’s probably even worse,”
There was a dead silence on the other line.
“…shit,” Joe finally said. They could still hear the party on his end.
Natasha grabbed the phone. “Joe Jonas cursing? This has GOT to be-“
The connection suddenly went dead when the phone was jerked out of her hand. Natasha Tullidge looked up to see the phone being crumbled in someones palms.
It wasn’t Aaron or Kray.
Much worse.
--
After Gavin and Aaron had left to carry out their respective plans, Kray lingered, playing on the Moonstone’s computer still. They had some fun games and an internet connection. Kray had heard a lot of buzz about a website called myspace, which seemed oddly familiar to her.
Though it had taken five tries to get the URL right, she found the webpage intriguing, in a déjà-vu kind of way.
The teen was surprised to find an account by the username of AngelGirl101 was logged in. She started clicking around; her part of the plan wouldn’t begin for awhile now anyway. She peeked into the inbox.
1500 unread messages.
Kray’s eyes boggled, people talked a lot here! She clicked the message most recently sent, a bulletin about someone dangerous friending people on the site. Even with amnesia, she knew who that was.
She snickered and deleted that message.
Sapphire wouldn’t live to know, anyway.
--
“Hello? Natasha?” Joe asked as the line went dead. “Hello…?”
“I think she hung up on you,” the redhead behind him snickered lightly.
“That’s not funny!” Joe protested, dialing Kevin’s number frantically as crowds swarmed around them. He wandered to the edge of the room so he could actually hear the dial tone.
In the middle of the mass of blue hallways was this room, what the Moonstones had dubbed “the party room”. It was located dead-center on the first floor, and could only be reached by several of these blue hallways, if you got through the labyrinth, anyway.
“I’m sorry. This line has been disconnected. If you would like to call our company to request a user, press one. If you would like to hear our policies, press two…”
The Jonas somberly flipped the cell shut. Cassie looked at him.
“The line’s disconnected? Why would Kevin disconnect his phone?”
“He didn’t,” the nineteen year old said darkly.
--
Though not many realized it, Kray’s new plan was the talk of the night, not only among those carrying it out, but among those who would soon be victims.
And those who knew about it by seemingly supernatural means.
"What plan?" Sapphire asked. "Look, you're starting to freak me out, Martha. I'm not going to help you until I know everything. First off, where did you get these powers?"
"You're very annoying," the brunette noticed. "Just because you live here doesn't mean you do- or should- know everything,"
Ophelia didn't say anything, but Sapphire glared at the mind-messing freak.
"Yes it does! I know everything about my house and all who's inside!" Saph's face was red, and it was by no means makeup.
"Oh really? Did you know your house is for sale?"
"Yeah! Of course I-"
"Did you know that your parents didn't leave for a buisness meeting at all, but that they're trying to sell this place to a senator?"
Sapphire opened her mouth as if to respond, but quickly fell silent.
"Did you realize that having hundreds of people here right now will severely devalue this place, and your parents might not be able to sell it at all?"
The blondes eyes lit up. "Then I won't have to move!"
Martha laughed dryly. "But that they were only planning to move to an even larger mansion- over a million dollars!- just across a few roads?"
Sapphire was silent again.
"You don't know anything, Sapphire Moonstone, but if you help me… I can change that."
The dead silence came back in its annoying way after Martha finished.
Finally, someone spoke.
"I don't have any powers like you do," Ophelia looked up slowly. "How can I stop this plan if I have nothing to arm me?"
Martha smiled knowingly.
"You figure that out yourself," the brunette said. “I can’t give you my powers- and I’d prefer not to disclose how I received them. What I can give you is someone to help and a little knowledge on what you’re stopping.”
“What am I stopping, then?”
The woman leaned against one of the wall, again ignoring the presence of cockroaches. The Moonstones apparently had no need for cleaning this cellar, probably because it was the old one they used before the house expanded. Martha knew this by probing Sapphire’s memories, because her powers were not only messing with the senses, but screwing with memory as well.
But that was obvious from the start.
“You are stopping a plan created by about three people at this party. Each person has their own ideals about what they want to do, but lets just say- as my omnipotence is always surprisingly vague- that you, Sapphire, will be dead- or rather, a pile of ash- and your house will be leveled.”
The brunette looked up to see the now sixteen year old girl deathly pale.
“I’m sure that’s enough motivation for you to stop this. Ah, you know what’s ironic about messing with the senses as a power? It gives me an awful headache, which is exactly what happens to the subjects when I use it on them, as you, Ophelia, probably know well,” Martha groaned.
“But… why are you here? Where did you even get these powers?” Saph asked, knowing that more information would help her, despite Martha’s previous lecture.
“They’re not as much powers as they are neuroscience. Is that confusing? Mm, I have no time to explain. You want more information, you’ll have to ask Gretchen, right now I need to rest- but remember, you don’t have a lot of time,”
“Gretchen…?” Sapphire asked slowly, at first not recognizing the name, but then remembered something.
Gretchen Stardust.
Martha Stardust.
“Gretchen’s related to you!?”
“It took you long enough to figure that,” Martha slurred before- oddly- falling asleep.
Sapphire was suddenly blinded by a bright light, and looked up to see Ophie pulling the trapdoor up.
“Martha’ll be fine, I’m sure, she’s dead omnipotent,” the blonde muttered and helped the hostess up. “We just need to find Cherry to figure out what the heck’s going on and what to do-“
“Not so fast.”
Ophelia could have sworn she recognized this spikey haired teen…
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