Fangs And Other Thangs ( Chapter 6 )
Marty and her best friends aren't your ordinary teenagers.
And everything they know and love could fall apart if they can't save their town from the evils that want the town's powers.
I hope you enjoy the story :)
And I know some of you didn't want me to, but I really want to write this, just for old times sakes cause this is based on a game my friends and I played.
~Chelsea
"Marty!" I heard a voice yell in my ear. Wiping away my tears, I turned to slap whoever interrupted me.
"Whoa. Calm down M&M, it's just me. I came to see how you are doing," Vicky mumbled, using my nickname in an attempt to make me smile. I didn't.
Instead, I looked at Vicky, her black hair billowing behind her the strong winds around us. Her red eyes were even brighter, a tell tale sign that she had been crying.
"I'm fine," I replied bitterly and turned back to look at the double grave.
"You know they wouldn't want you to mourn them," Vicky said softly. I knew she was being strong for me but I didn't want to act like the leader right now.
"It's a warning," I had come to this conclusion hours ago after I banged myself on the forehead for not realizing it earlier.
"What is?" Vicky asked, clearly she had lost my train of thought.
"My parents death. You heard the coroner. They died because someone killed them with black fireballs. I don't know about you but I don't have that kind of power," I didn't need to say that only dark witches have that power.
Because we all know.
"Are you sure?" Another voiced asked me. I whipped around, furious that someone had questioned me.
"What did you say?" I asked, and I could feel Vicky step away from me as my anger boiled over.
"I asked if you were sure a dark witch killed your parents as a warning to something," the guy asked, standing his ground.
"I'm pretty damn sure. Don't question me," I replied, my grief taking over and drowning my anger.
"Look, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm Henry...My parents are the people working your parents case," Henry said, unsure if I was going to reply.
"Go away," I grumbled, my eyes averting from Henry to my parents grave.
"But-" Henry started to object but Vicky touched his arm, intending to tell him to back off.
But then Vicky pulled back, seeing as she sent shivers up and down his arm.
"Sorry," she muttered and walked away, grabbing Henry's jacket sleeve causing him to have no choice but to follow her.
I muttered something not realizing that I was and put my filthy brown hair in a messy ponytail before sitting cross legged in front of the grave.
"Why did you leave me?" I cried, not holding back the sobs any longer.
"Whoa. Calm down M&M, it's just me. I came to see how you are doing," Vicky mumbled, using my nickname in an attempt to make me smile. I didn't.
Instead, I looked at Vicky, her black hair billowing behind her the strong winds around us. Her red eyes were even brighter, a tell tale sign that she had been crying.
"I'm fine," I replied bitterly and turned back to look at the double grave.
"You know they wouldn't want you to mourn them," Vicky said softly. I knew she was being strong for me but I didn't want to act like the leader right now.
"It's a warning," I had come to this conclusion hours ago after I banged myself on the forehead for not realizing it earlier.
"What is?" Vicky asked, clearly she had lost my train of thought.
"My parents death. You heard the coroner. They died because someone killed them with black fireballs. I don't know about you but I don't have that kind of power," I didn't need to say that only dark witches have that power.
Because we all know.
"Are you sure?" Another voiced asked me. I whipped around, furious that someone had questioned me.
"What did you say?" I asked, and I could feel Vicky step away from me as my anger boiled over.
"I asked if you were sure a dark witch killed your parents as a warning to something," the guy asked, standing his ground.
"I'm pretty damn sure. Don't question me," I replied, my grief taking over and drowning my anger.
"Look, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm Henry...My parents are the people working your parents case," Henry said, unsure if I was going to reply.
"Go away," I grumbled, my eyes averting from Henry to my parents grave.
"But-" Henry started to object but Vicky touched his arm, intending to tell him to back off.
But then Vicky pulled back, seeing as she sent shivers up and down his arm.
"Sorry," she muttered and walked away, grabbing Henry's jacket sleeve causing him to have no choice but to follow her.
I muttered something not realizing that I was and put my filthy brown hair in a messy ponytail before sitting cross legged in front of the grave.
"Why did you leave me?" I cried, not holding back the sobs any longer.
17 Comments
Whoa . It's sad but just took my breathe away. I'm glad you made it.
Next please.
That's so sad!!! Her poor parents.
But this story is really good. Love it! ={)~
This is sooooo sad! But it's great start! :)
Wow, so sad, so good! :)
perfect!!!!!!!!
great ending!! i wanted to read it the whole time!!! it kept me hooked!!
Nice! XDD
Justa question...in the title, what does the ___ mean??
Looved chapter two! Henry sounds cute ;]
next please, i want to know what the fourth voice said
MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!