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.

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13. Blitz

When I saw that needle make a deep scratch in my shoulder, this little part of me kicked into action.

"Get the hell OUT of there!" It screamed. I took a single step back, and swiped at the needle in my arm. It came out painfully, ripping a huge hole in the process, and skittered across the floor. I made a dive for it at the same time as the boss. If she wasn't in charge of a secret society, she could easily be a baseball star. My hand managed to close over the point, as her scrabbling fingernails raked white trenches into the back of my hand. The needle stuck in my palm, as a bit of the lethal concoction inside dripped into the muscles in my hand. It burned like fire, but managed to fight back the fuzzy black ring around my vision. I dragged the syringe under my body, and managed to direct it so the point went out of my hand and towards the boss. With only one shot at this, I thrust the point out from my body, and into her exposed arm.

As I pushed the needle into her arm, my hand slipped and pushed the plunger instead; deploying the toxic contents into her bloodstream. I saw the level of the fluid drop rapidly, from 10 milligrams, to 5, down to none. I sprang up, backing away from her, as she turned and pulled the needle out from the crook of her arm. She steadied herself, and prepared to plunge the syringe directly into my heart, when her eyes fell on the level of fluid left.

Her expression changed rapidly, from purely murderous, to confused, to panic stricken. The blood drained straight out from her face, which was contorted like a Halloween scream mask, and she began clutching desperately at her arm. Her knuckles blanched as she clamped down, holding on like she was trying to snap her own arm off. She staggered backwards, knocked the table over, and collapsed backwards. She landed with a loud thwack on the tiled floor, her chest frantically rising and falling, before her breathing slowed dramatically.

I know she had just tried to kill me, but I couldn't let her die. I went slowly over to her broken form, and saw the rising and falling of her chest slow to almost a crawl, before it stopped completely. The chemical had done it's job, but just to the wrong target. As the scarlet blood seeped from behind her head, staining the tiles red, I could tell that she was dead.

I didn't know if it was being this close to a dead body, or something else completely, but my head started feeling like it was splitting in two. I swayed and collapsed, clutching hold of Michael's hand as I went down. The tiny amount of that chemical in my system, was starting to work. I was going to die and I could do nothing about it. Looking straight into his eyes, I prepared to tell him what was on the paper. To tell him why he was killed. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, and my movements slow.

"Stay awake. Don't let...it...happen." Even my encouragement was slowing down. I couldn't even feel any pain. If dying was like this, then maybe It wasn't too bad. I tried willing myself to stay awake, but even my willing was no use.

I saw my vision tunnel out, I couldn't hear anything clearly, and I had no choice but to just...let...myself...drift...away.

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