C.T. chapter two

I felt my blood freeze as I slowly turned around, my heart now racing out of control as I didn't want to turn, only a small squeak escaping my lips as i slowly turned my head. I Felt a scream escape my lips as she stood in front of me, her twisted smile beaming as she held her scythe high, ready to strike.

"C.T. needs blood to be real..." she hissed, her lips never moving though, but i didn't bother wondering how she spoke, I never did, I never wanted to. I felt my legs buckle as I hit the floor roughly, too weak from fear as I just stared at the bloody scythe, watching it shine in the light, the blood slowly dripping and landing on the floor with soft plops. I suddenly felt nauseous, whispering prayers to myself as I scrambled back on all fours, trying desperately to get away as she slowly advanced, suddenly swinging her scythe, but missing only by inches, cutting off some of my already short hair. She swung again, this time catching my shoulder, the pain searing hot as I let out a cry of pain, holding my shoulder with my hand as I continued scrambling back on threes now as tears flowed down my face.

"Why me? why are you after me??" I finally demanded, wanting to know, or at least confuse the insane creature that held her scythe high again.

"Only YOUR blood will make C.T. real." she whispered, swinging again, this time hitting dead on, slicing my head right off with ease.


I suddenly screamed, slamming my hands down on the desk as I held my neck again, finding that my head was still to my body. It was another nightmare. I looked around, finding that everyone was staring at me.

"Welcome back Caril." My math teacher said with a slight giggle, though not scolding me, also knowing that the lesson we were on I'd already learned and mastered, but that didn't stop everyone from laughing at me. I let out a sigh as I just laid my head back down on the desk, used to the humiliation and grateful what had happened wasn't really real; until I felt a burning pain on my shoulder, and some of my hair seemed rather uneven. I gasped, quickly pulling down my shirt just a bit and looking, my eyes growing wide when I saw what seemed to be a black line on my shoulder, right where I was cut, it was like I'd been cut from the inside out. I felt my neck again, suddenly finding it extremely tender to the touch. I felt my heart racing as I suddenly got up, covering my mouth to make it seem as if I had to throw up as I ran to the bathroom, looking in the mirror, letting out a squeak as I found a rather thick blackish blue line across my neck, almost like a tattoo as i gingerly touched it again, softly poking at it, before letting out a whimper of pain as I bit my lip. I didn't want to go back to class now. people would ask about the mark, or at least so I thought as it suddenly vanished with a slight hiss, well mostly, leaving only a thin line now, hardly noticeable, but still there, still a reminder of what happened. I looked down for a moment, placing my hands on the sink as I slumped over, thinking as I took deep breaths, trying to sort things out in my mind. Something was terribly wrong. It was just a dream...wasn't it? No...it couldn't have been a dream, it was too real, just too real. I suddenly heard a small sound. I looked up in the mirror, gasping in horror at the words written in blood.

"Only YOUR blood will make C.T. real....