Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 00:23:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Richey Williams <rwill161@att.net>
Subject: Fairgood

Chapter One

	  Emma walked across the parking lot to her silver Honda like she
did every Thursday afternoon after cheerleading practice.  This Thursday
however, seemed much different than most of the others.  For starters,
cheer practice had let out a lot later than normal and it was dark outside.
	Emma sniffled a little and wiped her eyes.
	"You are Emma Stubblefield and you are a strong independent woman
that any guy would be happy to have."  She coached aloud to herself.
	Her blond hair was very messed up, her makeup was running down her
face from having spent time crying.
	"No boy is going to get to me."  She told herself.
	She stopped walking, darted her eyes back and forth and carefully
listened to her surroundings.  She could hear someone's footsteps from
behind her.
	She turned around.
	"Is someone there?"  She asked looking back and forth across the
gymnasium parking lot.  "I have pepper spray!"
	Emma could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer.  She
turned back around and began to speedwalk towards her car.
	She could feel someone getting closer and closer to her.  She kept
up her pace until she felt someone grab her arm and place a really tight
grip on it.
	She spun around and was face to face with a guy about her age.  He
was wearing a CT Rice High School football letterman jacket.  He had a very
muscular build that was from all of the time he spent at the gym working
out.
	He reached up and brushed a hand through his dark brown hair.  His
blue eyes looking at Emma the whole time.
	"I have been trying to find you babe."  He told her.
	She violently jerked his arm away from him.
	"Don't call me babe anymore."  She snapped at him.  "I can't
believe you Brandon."
	"I came to apologize to you Emma."  He tried to reason with her.
"Please try to hear me out."
	"There is nothing that you have to say that I want to hear."
	She started walking again, but he grabbed her arm and stopped her.
	"Please just forgive me Emma.  I can't live without you."  He
pleaded.  "She didn't mean nothing to me."
	Emma gave Brandon a cold hard stare.
	"You are a piece of crap Brandon.  You slept with my bestfriend.
Don't tell me it was an accident either."  Emma cried.  "I loved you and I
would give you anything except for the one thing you wanted."
	Brandon got down on his knees and grabbed Emma's right hand and
started kissing it.  He knew he had screwed up and now that he realized it,
it was probably too late.  He was about to loose the best thing that had
ever happened to him.
	"Please forgive me."  He begged.
	She jerked her hand away from him.
	"You are pathetic Brandon!"  Emma was growing furious with him.
"Why don't you go find Ashley.  You and her seem to be very fond of each
other now days."
	He grabbed her hand once more.  She jerked away from him and pushed
him backwards onto the concrete.
	She ran to her car, got in and slammed the door shut.  She slammed
the palms of her hands against the steering wheel and began to sob.
	She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.  She turned to her
right to see a strange girl about her age sitting in the passenger seat of
her car.
	"Who are you?"  Emma asked.
	"I'm a friend."  The girl smiled a reassuring smile at Emma.  "My
name is Leigh by the way."
	"Do I know you?"  Emma asked in between sobs.
	"No, but you will."  Leigh reached for her seat belt.  "Buckle up
sweetie and we will go back to my place and get everything all squared
away."

	Kyle stood above the swimming pool, wearing nothing but his yellow
and black speedos issued to all of the swim team members by their coach at
the beginning of the year.  In his right hand he was holding up a stop
watch, watching the time intently while also watching the figure swimming
at the bottom of the swimming pool.
	He had been standing in the same spot for sometime and was shifting
his weight from one side of his body to the other.
	He watched as the figure swam closer and closer to the top of the
water.
	Kyle pressed the stop button on the stop watch just as Sebastain
surfaced.  He shook his head, shaking water from his mop of light brown
hair.
	"Dude, what was my time?"  Sebastain asked Kyle.
	Kyle looked down at he stop watch, looked at Sebastian and then
looked at the clock hanging at the end of the pool.
	"This can't be right."
	Sebastain got of of the water and walked over to where Kyle was
standing.
	"What can't be right Kyle?" He asked.
	"Your time."  He replied.  "It shows that you were under there for
fifteen minutes and fourty-five seconds.  That's humaningly impossibly."
	Sebastain looked at Kyle.  "Is humanigly even a word?"
	"What time was it when you went under the water?"  Kyle asked.
	"A quarter til seven."  Sebastain replied.  "Why?"
	Kyle motioned with his head towards the clock.  "Look at the time."
	Sebastain looked at the time and saw that it was now a couple
minutes after seven.
	"I don't know how you did that, but you are going to haveto show me
all of your little secrets and we will be unstoppable this year at the
meets."  Kyle stated.
	"I don't even know how I did it Kyle." Sebastain told him.  "I've
always enjoyed swimming and being in the water and all, but here lately
things have just been freaky."
	Kyle looked Sebastain up and down.  He startled Sebastain when he
reached out and ran his had across Sebastain's bare chest.
	He gave Kyle a puzzled look.  "Sorry buddy, but I don't swing that
way.  I think you got me confused with my cousin."
	Kyle took his hand off Sebastain's chest and ran it through his
hair.  "You aren't even wet anymore."
	Sebastain just shrugged his shoulders.
	"I dunno man.  Lets just get to the showers and get this chlorine
washed off."
	 "I think I will sit this one out.  I'm dry already and just want
to get home."  Kyle told Sebastain.
	"But you still have the clorine on you from being in the water
earlier."  Sebastain argued.
	"So."
	Sebastain motioned at the pool with his right hand.  "Why don't you
just take a shower with the big tub of clorine then?"  He laughed and put
his hand to his side.
	The center of the pool started whirling around.  The lights in the
gym blinked on and off, followed by a huge wave of water coming up out of
the center of the pool.  The wave knocked both the guys over and flooded
the pool deck and bleachers.
	Kyle looked at Sebastain.  "What was that?"

	Ashley sat crossed legged on her bed. Her right hand was resting on
a pillow.  Her best friend Jessica had a manicure set laid out of Ashley's
bed doing her nails.
	"What is wrong with you?"  Jessica and Ashley had been friends for
several years now and Jessica could always tell when something was wrong
with her friend.
	Ashley took a deep breath and looked at Jessica.
	"Have you ever done anything that you know that you should feel bad
about, but don't actually feel bad about?"
	"I can't say I have."  Jessica picked up the nail file and filed
the tips of Ashley's fingernails.  "If I do something that I should feel
bad about then more than likely I will feel bad about it.  Kinda like the
time I took my mom's car without her permission and wrecked it.  Kyle told
her that he did it.  I felt horrible and eventually confessed that it was
me that did it."
	Ashley closed her eyes and leaned her head back.  She took a deep
breath.
	"I cheated on Jason."  Ashley told Jessica.
	Jessica dropped the nail file.  She was shocked from what she was
hearing.  Just a few days ago Ashley was talking about how much she was in
love with Jason and could see herself spending the rest of her life with
him.
	"Did I hear you right?"
	Ashley nodded her head.
	"The other day after cheer practice, Sebastain had the car and
forgot to come pick me up.  Emma volunteered Brandon to give me a ride
home.  He dropped Emma off first since he lives so close to here.  We were
talking on the way back and he was complaining about how he and Emma had
been together for two years and they had never done it before.  He said
that she didn't believe in premariatal sex.  Needless to say, he came back
to my house and one thing led to another."  Ashley confessed.
	"What are you going to do?"  Jessica asked not really wanting to
get involved in the situation.
	She and Ashley were bestfriends, but were total opposites.
Sometimes she felt as if Ashley had no conscience and didn't care who she
hurt to get whatever she wanted.
	The chorus of Someone like you began to play:

Never mind, I'll find someone like you I wish nothing but the best for you
too Don't forget me, I begged I remember you said, "Sometimes it lasts in
love but sometimes it hurts instead, Sometimes it lasts in love but
sometimes it hurts instead, " Yeah

	Ashley got up from her bed and made her way over to her computer
desk where her I-Phone was charging.  She looked at the screen to see who
was calling her. She hesitated for a moment after seeing that it was
Brandon calling her.
	"What do you want?"  She answered angrily.
	"Can we talk about what happened?"  He asked.
	Ashley wanted to talk to Brandon, but she didn't want to talk to
him.  She took unplugged her phone from the charger, walked back over to
the bed and sat down next to Jessica.
	"Its Brandon."  She whispered.  "I'm putting him on speaker."
	She pressed the speaker button on the phone and laid it down on her
bed.
	"Talk if you are going to talk."  She snapped at him.
	"What we did was a mistake."  He slurred.  "I love Emma and we were
a mistake.  You took something from me."
	"Are you drunk?" Ashley asked.
	"Not yet."  Ashley and Jessica could hear him taking a drink of
something.  "I'm bout to finish this bottle."
	"What do you want Brandon."  Ashley was growing impatient.  She had
no time for his games.  She liked him enough.  She would even go as far to
date him even though he was her friend's boyfriend.
	"I just," he took another sip of his drink.  "I wanted to tell you
that you are a big slut.  You are worthless and will never find a decent
boyfriend.  Your mom probably wishes that you would have gotten killed and
not your father."
	He took another drink.
	Ashley closed her eyes and started sobbing.  She stood up from her
bed and walked over to her second floor bedroom window and looked out of
it.
	She was a very strong girl and always kept her emotions in tact.
She never let anyone see her up set.  She had always made it seem that she
had the perfect life and that nothing could bother her.
	Brandon picked the one subject that could break through that thick
shell.  She and her father had been very close before he got killed and it
still upsets her to even think about it.
	She walked back over to the bed and glared at the phone.
	"I hope you have a nice life Brandon."
	Smoke started pouring out of the phone then it ignited in flames.

	When Emma woke up she was in a dark musty cave of some sort. The
cave had unlit black candles through out it. She laid out on a stone altar,
unable to move.  Her arms were both stretched away from her body and tied
to the bottom of the altar.  Another rope bound her feet together and then
tied to the bottom of the altar.
	All of her clothes, with the exception of her bra and panties, had
been ripped off.  A red ex had been painted on her taut abdomen.
	She pulled ever way trying to get her arms and legs out of the
ropes.
	"Please let me go."  She pleaded with tears streaming down her
face.  "I'll do anything you want.  Please just let me go."
	Leigh walked over to the altar that she had bound Emma to.  She was
wearing a solid black cloak that only showed her face.
	"I told you we could help each other sweetie."
	"What do you want from me!"  Emma was very frightned.
	She had never done anything bad to anyone.  She had a high set of
morals that her parents had instilled in her while growing up.  She
volunteered at all kinds of places in her free time.  She treated everyone
like she would want them to treat her.  She was kind to everyone.
	Leigh let out an evil high picthed laugh.
	"You haven't figured it out yet!"
	She reached up and took the hood of the black cloak off her head.
Her hair was still the same black color that it was before.  Her eyes
however were now a fire red color.
	"What are you?"  Emma asked.
	"Someone that needs you?"
	Leigh reached into the pocket of the cloak and pulled out a small
golden and silver dagger.  The handle of the dagger was a horses head.  The
end of the blade was extremely sharp and curvy at the end.
	"What are you going to do with that?" Emma was fearing for her life
at this point.
	Leigh rubbed the blade of the dagger seductively against Emma's
right cheek.
	Emma trembled in fear.
	Leigh reached up and grabbed her face around her neck.  She slowly
began to pull on it until it stretched out and started falling apart.
Underneath were the most grotesque face anyone could ever imagine.
	It green and slimy.  Scales covered her entire head.  Her eyes were
even more red than they had appeared before.
	Emma screamed as loud as she could.  Her screams could be heard
echoing off the cave.
	"You see my dear, I don't want to have to wear those stupid mask
all of the time."
	"What are you?"  Fear could be heard in Emma's voice as she spoke.
	Leigh picked up a couldron and set it on the alter next to Emma's
head.  She reached inside of her cloak and dumped a powder in the couldron,
next she walked over to a shelf with a bunch of glass bottles that were
several different colors and each one with a different content in it.
	She picked one up the had a green liquid in it and a red lid.  She
walked back over to the couldron and dumped the contents of the vial into
couldron.
	Leigh held her left hand above the red X on Emma's abdomen, with
her right hand she took the dagger and cut across the palm of her hand and
let the blood drip onto Emma's abdomen.
	"Cruor of meus cruor." She chanted.
	She grabbed Emma's nose and held it, forcing her to breath out of
her mouth.  She held her left hand right over Emma's mouth and let her
blood drip into it.
	"Permissum meus ero perfectus"
	She took her hand away from Emma's mouth and let a few drops of her
blood drip into the couldron.
	Could air started blowing through the room.
	Emma was crying and pleading.
	Flames appeared in Leigh's eyes.
	She raised her arms above her head.  "Candela lux lucis" She
lowered her arms.
	All of the unlit candles in the room were lite up.
	"Let me go!"  Emma was struggling as hard as she could.
	Leigh looked down at Emma.  She smiled at her.
	"Cruor of meus cruor. Permissum meus ero perfectus. Quis eram
quondam perfectus permissum is exsisto laxo. Utor is letalis virgo ut meus
vitualamen. Operor retineo is venio bis. Permissum mihi quod meus humanus
vultus exsisto unus Permissum nos suo ut unus. Per cruor of virgo. Per mos
of validus. Take meus vitualamen quod permissum is exsisto."
	Leigh raised the dagger high above her head and then slowly
impailed it into the red X on Emma's stomach.


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