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Month 1
Ms Baccay attempts to capture Isabella, but is fended off by Tia. Tia and Isabella form a bond, but Isabella becomes visibly more afraid of Tia as time goes on. Ms Baccay asks for the Five to try and bring Tia and Isabella in, but they fail.
Month 2
Tia and Isabella are left for a moment plot–wise, as we focus more on the school. One or two students go missing, and Ms Baccay begins to investigate. Towards the end of the month, she recruits the Tech–Genius to help her.
Month 3
Tia and Isabella encounter a hunter themselves. Narrowly escaping, they encounter a member of the Five. Isabella considers joining the school for safety, and after some convincing, Tia agrees, and they join the campus.
Month 4
Tia and Isabella get used to school life. More students go missing, and Ms Baccay and the Tech–Genius can't figure out what's going on, apart from the fact that the students are being kidnapped. The Five start doing regular patrols, but are not able to prevent more students from disappearing.
Ms Baccay attempts to capture Isabella, but is fended off by Tia. Tia and Isabella form a bond, but Isabella becomes visibly more afraid of Tia as time goes on. Ms Baccay asks for the Five to try and bring Tia and Isabella in, but they fail.
Month 2
Tia and Isabella are left for a moment plot–wise, as we focus more on the school. One or two students go missing, and Ms Baccay begins to investigate. Towards the end of the month, she recruits the Tech–Genius to help her.
Month 3
Tia and Isabella encounter a hunter themselves. Narrowly escaping, they encounter a member of the Five. Isabella considers joining the school for safety, and after some convincing, Tia agrees, and they join the campus.
Month 4
Tia and Isabella get used to school life. More students go missing, and Ms Baccay and the Tech–Genius can't figure out what's going on, apart from the fact that the students are being kidnapped. The Five start doing regular patrols, but are not able to prevent more students from disappearing.
Isabella García - A cannibalistic black–eyed child, appearing six–years–old, but truthfully being sixteen. The circumstances surrounding her death are unknown, even to her. She hides her eyes under a baseball cap.
Tia Holland - A teenager who has been possessed by a demon, which regularly harasses and belittles her. She can transform into another form, which resembles a rattlesnake–leopard hybrid.
Ms Diwata Baccay -
Tia Holland - A teenager who has been possessed by a demon, which regularly harasses and belittles her. She can transform into another form, which resembles a rattlesnake–leopard hybrid.
Ms Diwata Baccay -
It was Monday afternoon, and Isabella García looked like any other six-year-old coming home from school. She powered down Blue Creek Valley's main street, wearing a white t-shirt, a baby pink pinafore, and flower patterned leggings. The only things that would maybe make you wonder were the scratches and bruises on her arms, and the ratty red-and-white baseball cap that was pulled down low over her eyes, which were best kept hidden.
If she told you that she was sixteen, and dead as a doornail, would you believe her?
Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed a woman walking behind her. She was tall, and wearing a long black dress that hid her feet. She held a black umbrella over her head, which hid her face from view. The sky over her head was true and blue.
Isabella turned and faced forward again, pulling on the straps of her pink backpack. She'd come into town just a day or so ago, and ever since then, she'd felt she was being watched. She should have left before now, but at least she was finally getting around to it. Hopefully it wasn't too late...
Her greasy black bob shifted as she pulled the cap down further over her eyes, and started walking faster. The street started to get narrower, and Isabella spotted the back of the 'Welcome to Blue Creek Valley' sign. The road would keep on narrowing, the pavement would disappear, and eventually she'd reach the end of the valley and come to a motorway. Then she could hitch-hike someplace else. She was sure that this town wasn't safe—
"Where are you going, Isabella?"
She froze. She glanced over her shoulder again, and saw the tall woman, closer than she should have been. "How do you know my name?" she asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. She hadn't been afraid like this in years. Last time she was this scared was when—
"That doesn't really matter. Where are you going?"
She couldn't pull the little–girl act. Something about this woman told Isabella that she already knew everything. She turned to face the woman, and looked around for an escape. She didn't reply.
The woman moved closer. As she did, Isabella watched her dress moved. It flowed almost too easily, as if there was nothing underneath. She looked back up at the woman, and as she came closer, you could see parts of her face.
All Isabella had to see with a peek of a fang to send her sprinting.
At first, she headed straight for the woman, a headless chicken running wild. She veered out of the way just in time, as the woman's claw of a hand swiped out at her. As her hand crossed the sunlight, Isabella heard the woman hiss in pain, and heard skin crackle. Isabella booked it back down the road towards town, conscious of the fact that she couldn't hear footsteps behind her. As she neared the town again, she weaved into the side streets. Even if she hadn't been there long, she'd familiarised herself with the dingiest, darkest back streets.
She managed to make her way through the streets, not hearing feet behind her, but instinctively knowing the woman was still there. When the streets ended, she found herself at the woods.
She'd heard a few people talking about them. They were thick, and dark at all times of day, and frightening. All sorts of wild animals lived in them. There were lots of old rumours and legends about what was within them, all sorts of monsters.
Most monsters were easy to trick, Isabella had come to find in the last ten years. If there was anything in the forest, she had a pretty good chance. She steeled herself and ran into the dark.
She was running for at least ten minutes, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to see if she was okay to stop. Every time she did, she didn't see the woman. She would instead see a hand hover from within a tree, or hear a wing beat over head, or see something else that otherwise convinced her that the woman was definitely still there.
She ran into a small clearing, shaded by trees overhead, but as soon as she did she realised her mistake. The clearing was bordered with trees on all sides, and the gaps in the trees were filled in with thick ivy or nettles or rose bushes with thorns that would tear your skin up. She almost turned and ran back the way she came, but the woman stood in the way.
Her umbrella had been left behind somewhere, and her face was fully visible. She had a youthful appearance, maybe about her late twenties, and her high–cheekboned face was beautiful, but harsh. Her dark hair was pulled back into a low bun, with wispy bits of hair framing her pale face. Nude lips pouted, and she crossed fair arms over her chest.
Cornered, and fearful, Isabella whipped the cap back, revealing her own face. A bronze face stared up at the woman, chubby in the cheeks. Her tiny button nose wrinkled, and a blunt fringe hung low over her eyes.
She stared up at the woman, huge eyes as deep and as dark as seas. From sclera to iris, they were an all–consuming black, the kind of black that sucked you in and whittled you away and drained your spirit. Her hellish eyes suckered on the woman's pale mono–lidded ones, she started to chant under her breath, again and again...
"Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone..."
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