Never Alone

I remember reading a newspaper article about a random pattern of break-ins in the Beverly hills area, that just suddenly stopped after the second one. I decided to create the story of the break-ins, but with a twist.

A young thrillseeker has a new way of getting her rush. She decides to break into some celebrities homes.
The first few are easy, until she gets caught by the owner of a huge mansion. If that wasn't scary enough, there's one tiny thing to take into account.
The owner died 3 years ago.

Now Diana has a big secret to hide, and a bigger secret to uncover. One that could leave her the same way as her ghostly friend.


12. Berations

I could smell bleach, metal and that cleaning stuff that you put on your hands when you're in the hospital. I daren't open my eyes, for I was terrified of what I might see leaning over me. The cold steel underneath me was chilling my skin severely; I could literally feel goosebumps rising on my bare arms. I couldn't hear much, but I knew Michael was there beside me. He had one hand running through my hair and seemed to be worried. I couldn't be sure, but that might be right. Opening one eye slightly, so I was looking through my eyelashes, I could tell a few things.

I was in a cold, metal room, with Michael kneeling next to me. It didn't take long for me to realise that I was a prisoner of the Illuminati. I snapped my eyelids open, sat up slowly, and was pulled into a protective hug from Michael.

"I'm so glad you're alright. I was terrified that they had...forget what they may have done to you, at least you're not hurt." He said, as the surprising warmth of his arms brought heat back into my chilled body. I wrapped my arms around him, protecting him like he will protect me. I can tell he will, as I trust him completely. I can't believe that I was ever scared of him; I was such a wuss.

There was a clunk and screech of metal-on-metal as a key scraped in the lock. I let go of Michael as the door swung open and a tall woman walked in.

She appeared to be around 27 or 28, with an elegant, almost Egyptian-looking face, and the way she projected herself would make The Queen Of Sheba bow down to her. This was clearly the boss of the Illuminati. I didn't know if this was just coincidence, but the air suddenly got a lot colder when she came in. Like she could make the air change around her.

"Quite the adventurous one, you are. I wouldn't have thought it possible for a child to break in to here. Mind you, the company that sent you clearly chose well." She said, in a delicate german accent.

"Thankyou, miss." I replied, not daring to mention that I wasn't sent by any company. I was just determined to bring peace-of-mind to my friend.

"Now, I have to ask you who sent you, as you can see, it would be quite impossible for a child to plan all of this themself." She continued, and I realised what she was getting at. She thought I had been sent by someone to steal some files.

"It wasn't impossible. I did this alone. All I want is to find out how and why the Illuminati killed one of the greatest musicians ever, miss." I replied, setting the record straight.

"Don't be so ridiculous. I mean, you have to agree that a child wouldn't have the knowledge, nor the sheer nerve to break in alone. It is ridiculous, you see." She laughed a loud, guttural laugh at my expense.

"Can you do that again? Insult me in a really nice way, I mean." I replied, letting my notorious smart-mouth take over.

"Watch it. You don't know what she could do to you. She ordered the firework stunt to be pulled on me." Michael whispered in my ear. I suddenly felt my blood turn to ice; I could be killed in seconds.

"No insults were intended, I just need to - how do you say it in California? Get the lowdown?" She asked, her voice losing the sweetness that it first had.

"I swear I came alone. You only found me under the influence of that stuff, and I was the only one who ever broke in. I'm swearing on my life here." I insisted, as the atmosphere instantly became unfriendly and frosty.

Before I had time to register it, the boss had hold of my chin and was tilting it up, so I was looking right in her eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a shark, before it ripped you in half.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Who ordered you to come here?" She shrieked, pinching my face with her fake nails.

"I told you before, it was all me. I'm the only one involved." I replied with a strangled voice. She dropped my chin in disgust, flexing her fingers.

"Fine, you went alone. I have no choice but to believe you. But I must ask, why do you want to know about this one musician? He is nothing to us, and still is." She spat, as I could feel Michael holding tightly onto me. I bet he was trying very hard not to hit out at her.

"I made a promise, and I will not break it." I replied, as I had come this far, and I'm not leaving yet.

"Fine. Come with me then. I'll give you everything you need." The sweetness returned, but slightly differently. Almost like she was forcing it. I got up, and followed her out of the steel room.

The corridors outside were dull, and bland, except for the tiled floor. Every single floorspace was covered in the same black-and-white chessboard tiles. This was clearly the HQ of the Illuminati. The lack of windows told me we were underground, and quite far at that. I felt the atmosphere was very prickly, and also very tense. Like how a rubber band must feel before it gets catapulted across the classroom by expert fingers. I felt Michael slip an arm through mine; giving me courage.

"Alright, what you need is all through here." The boss pushed open a pair of steel double-doors leading to a very empty room. All that was in there was a single piece of paper, on a pure-white table.

"Is this all you have on him?" I asked.

"Yes, like I said. He was, and still is, nothing to us." She smiled a brittle smile at me, like it could shatter into millions of lipstick-coated glass pieces. Reluctantly, I went over to the table and picked up the paper to read it.

This was it. This was why he had been killed. I folded it back over and set it back down on the table. I daren't tell Michael yet, incase he wanted to wait before he found out.

"Have you got all you need?" The boss asked, coming up behind me and making me jump.

"Yes, miss." I replied, turning to face her. She was feeling for something in the inner pocket of her jacket.

"Good, there is just one thing you need to do before you leave." She pulled her hand out and it was clutching a syringe full of a white liquid. I suddenly felt very scared; there was a gleam of pure evil in her eyes. She pulled the cap off and let a drop of the fluid run down the needle. "You need to die."

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