Living Dead Girl

Chapter 3





After constructing a plan, reviewing it and then kicking Geoffry out of our room, we managed a few hours of fitful sleep. Well, Rana at least did.



Every time I managed to drift off, I kept seeing weird things. I saw images of a dark room, lit only well enough to see up close. I was tied to an uncomfortable chair. I could feel the hard wood bite in to my spine anytime I slouched.



I could make out figures standing around me, my vision was blurry, probably form the ache that was now residing within my head, and maybe just a little because of the wetness that dripped from the side of my forehead down my cheek.



I struggled to wipe it away, but only succeeded in chafing my wrists, wearing away at the sensitive skin there. I could hear voices, I couldn’t quite make any of them out distinctly, but I realized they were whispering to one another.



A tall angular figure approached my uncomfortable chair of doom. I recognized her slowly as the Headmistress. I glared at her, and nearly laughed when I realized they hadn’t gagged me, so I grinned, stuck my tongue out, and inhaled deeply.



“Go ahead. You wont be heard. We’re in a sound proof room.” She informed me, saying it with a cocky tinge to her words. Humoring her as much as myself, I let one rip, a blood-curdling, ear-splintering scream that reverberated and echoed off of the walls as they shook.



Several of the guards cringed and covered their ears. The Headmistress remained stoic, and then grinned. “Maybe she is a banshee rather than an Incarnate.” The guards didn’t laugh.



“Oh well. Such a waste of power, oh such power. Kill her.” She said as she left, shaking her head. I tried screaming again and a fist greeted my temple. “Fucker.” I spat. “Tsk tsk.” Julian mocked. “What a mouth.” He grinned. I glared as best as I could with my dizzy head. “Although, I do have to agree with her. It is such a waste.” He said staring greedily and reaching slowly for my semi-exposed chest.



I looked at him, totally shocked, and kicked, hard. I’m not sure who was more surprised. Me, at the fact that my feet had not been bound, or him as my mary jane connected with his kneecap.



He grabbed for his knee, then glared at me with death in his eyes. He drew back his arm, looking reluctant for a split second and then swung. I felt it connect, heard a loud snap, and all went dark as I simultaneously shot upright in bed, scaring the hell out of Rana.

“Oh Fuck! What\'s going on?” Rana demanded wildly in a frenzy of arms and legs and blankets. Orienting myself, I glared at her as she hit me in her search for me. I swatted her back and resisted the urge to through the covers back over her head to continue confusing her further.



“Bad dream.” I answered. She finally figured out the dynamics of blankets, and stared at me with evil eyes. “A bad dream? You scared the living hell out of me for a bad fucking dream?” She spat. “It wasn’t just any normal nightmare. I think it was of what happened last night. I think I just saw me killed, or at least remembered being killed.” I told her. Her eyes softened to a sympathetic angle and she pouted. “Sorry.” She apologized.



I shrugged. “Its fine. Don’t stress, besides it’s too late now right? It was just creepy is all. And oh, by the way, Julian is such a perv.” I said shaking my head. Rana gave me a “Duh” look. I took the liberty to beat her with a large over-stuffed pillow, and then filled her in on the events of my dream.



“So basically they just didn’t want you around in case you decided to proverbially spill the beans, which you did prior to, and they locked you in a room-“ She started, “Tied me to an evil chair!” I added. She looked at me. “Tied you to an evil chair, and beat you to death.” She said shaking her head,



I gave her a look of disbelief, not believing that she didn’t see the huge importance in this. I just nodded, “Yea, but I don’t think they meant to kill me in quite the way that it happened. I mean, they knew I was an Incarnate waiting to happen. The hair should have been a dead give a way, you said it yourself, and if these people are even half as researched as they claim to be, then they should have had a bell going off somewhere in their heads ya know?”



She stared at me with the same perplex look. Then a thought came across my poor befuddled mind. \"What if they did know? Julian looked shocked when he heard the sanp. That must have been my neck snapping, explains why my neck hurts, being broken might do that to ya, but he looked shocked. Like I wasn\'t supposed to die like that. Scary thought, considering what they might have had in mind if that wasn\'t bad enough!\" I mused, then cringed at this development.



Rana nodded as she listened, and I remembered something she said to me earlier. A lightbulb went off in my head, then blew out.

\"Wait, what were you saying to me yesterday? About the whole dying Incarnates thing?\" I asked her.



\"The Death Incarnates?\" Rana said very confused. \"Yea yea, How were they killing them?\" i said rushed. \"All sorts or ways, Dismemberment, Beheading, Haning-\" she started.



\"Spare me the graffics, it doesn\'t lift my hopes. How did they keep them from coming back. Sounds to me killing someone is the best way to get you a Death Incarnate.\" I spat.



Rana\'s eyes widened. \"The Orbs!\" she cried. I stared at blankly at her. \"Orbs, stones, jewels, marbels, baubles.\" She reiterated. I crossed my eyes.

\"Well, while that explains how weird random stones get their powers, even why their weilders seem possessed and angry, But how did they do it?\" I wondered aloud.



\"Dunno.\" Rana said looking at me. \"But we can sinf out.\" She grinned and jumped out of bed, but caught her foot on the blanket and crashed wildly to the ground. I snorted. \"thought that was my move.\"



\"Here, have it back.\" She yelled throwing a pillow at me, Detangling, then grabbing her book. Rifling through pages and then reclaimed her place on her bed.

\"Says here that torture was induced. High amounts or pain and stress. They placed strategic cuts all throughout the torture, places that bled heavily, scalp, wrists, ankles, thighsm you know, and placed the orb somewhere where the blood and screams could hit it, and as life and soul slipped out of the body, they slipped into the orb. It was a final and absolute death. No returning as an Incarnate or for revenge, no afterlife. Just waiting to be found. A lot of times the objects housing their souls and powers were hidden, discarded, normally into large bodies of water.\" She said as she scanned the pages.



\"Why?\" I asked, lost. \"No reason, just harder to find.\" She shrugged. \"But why not keep them? All that trouble and that power is in your very hands.\" I said. \"Yea, but remember the cases where the owners weren\'t themselves, they seemed almost possessed?\" I nodded in response.

\"Well?\" She said looking like I should know that the answer was obvious. I shrugged. \"Well, would you want to risk using something of which the spirit and powers of someone you just killed and stripped of any after life or peace, when cases of possession have been documented? These people knew they were doing something wrong. They didn\'t want any one finding out, and they didn\'t want any of those people to try to exact revenge on them.\"



\"Good point. But if we know this, then so should the retards who did this to me.\" I added. \"I\'m glad they didn\'t.\" Rana said quietly.

\"I think they did, I just don\'t think they had the chance. I mean, Julian killed me, but he looked really shocked, even for Julian, so, I mean there has to be a reason.\" I said.



Rana just looked lost. \"You look confused.\" I said. \"Maybe someone didn\'t want to hurt you. Maybe Julian was trying to help.\" She replied.

\"BY KILLING ME?!\" I yelled. \"But he was shocked. Even you said so.\" She pouted. \"Stop trying to make him a good guy-until he proves it, then ne, regardless, he still killed me. I think he was just shocked because he killed me too soon, without the presence of any orbs or stones. He was probably shocked because now he is gonna have to explain it to the Headmistress.\" I said sharing my head.



\"But, he wont want to anger her, so he probably lied.\" Rana said slyly. \"Let\'s count on it.\" I said winking.

And count on it we did. He remained in her good graces, and that was not something one did if you did something the wrong way for the Headmistress.



We had decided that me staying out of their eyesight and letting them think they had succeeded in killing me was the best plan. I was all for showing up in class the nest day and watching the expression on his oh-so-smug face.

\"So what are you going to do? I mean no class, well, skipping, it\'s your dream come true, an excuse not to go.\" Rana teased. I was sitting by our window, staring into the courtyard, at all the ages of students frolicking about. Rana came over to see what I was staring at. \"Oh stop staring at Fry, it\'s ridiculous. If you like the boyh so much, just go out with him.\"



\"I wasn\'t staring at him. And who says he likes me? Besides, ewww.\" I replied still gazing out of the window, now staring at Geoffry, almost seriously considering him. \"Oh come on! If Fry wasn\'t quite so weird, every girl in this school of age would be all over him. He\'s weird, but he\'s cute, smart, and funny. He just needs to grow up!\" She said matter-of-factly.



I glared at her. \"The you date him!\" I spat. \"Ewww, I mean come on, it\'s Fry for eternity\'s sake.\" She said with near about the most disgusted face I had ever seen in my life. I cocked an eyebrow. \"And you expect me to?\" I rolled my eyes and looked back out of the window. Geoffry was looking up at me, and realizing i saw him, he waved manically.



I smiled and waved back, although it was abruptly cut short as Miss Popular Crystelle Pierson saw my returned acknowledgement and made her way over to Geoff and grabbed his attention, laughing with him and touching his shoulder. It felt like being sledgehammered as a look of disgust and shock over came me.



\"Ouch. That had to burn. I mean I know you don\'t admit any feelings for Fry, but damn, that still sucked ass.\" Rana said, staring as well. \"Wow, see if I ever listen to you again. And just for my personal benefit, I told you so, Geoff does not like me.\" I said looking at her then out to the schoolyard. \"So you aren\'t jealous?\" she asked, lost. \"Um, no. Don\'t think so.\" I replied to further reiterate the fact. \"Darn, thought I was on to something. I mean you haven\'t had a boyfriend sense Tod Sanderson.\" She said.



\"Yea, and thats the last time that I ever date anyone popular.\" I growled. \"What happened with that anyway?\" Miss Nosy inquired. \"who ditched who?\" I crossed my eyes and feigned death. When I peeked at her and saw her glaring at me, I stopped. \"It was mutual, because we both hated each other.\" She looked confused again. \"Your just weird.\" I glared. \"Thanks. At least i don\'t have a thing for Julian.\" Her eyes narrowed. \"i hate you. Lot. And now I\'m going to class.\" She said leaving the window.



I smiled. Rana just shook her head and picked up her books. \"I\'ll tell Crystelle you don\'t care about Fry. Maybe she\'ll leave him alone.\" \"why would she do that?\" I was about as lost as I could get. \"Because she hates you. She could be doing it for spite.\" She said as she opened the door. I sat lost to the rules of the girlworld.