Angels From Hell

Victoria is ... well, she's the girl we all hate but end up loving. Emma is insecure and binge-eating her problems away. Amanda is worrying more over acing school exams than the destruction of her and her friends. And Holland, the girl suddenly getting unwanted attention from a teenage bartender, is trying desperately to hold her friendships together. But in a world where their kind doesn't exist and with each girl containing a unique ability, will their issues drive them apart when they need each other most or will they be able to combine their skills to fight the supernatural force determined to make their lives seem like they're Angels From Hell?

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12. Three and a half

Amanda collapsed down to her knees in front of Holland, grasping both sides of her face and trying to hush her. Matt had lead them from the school to the Grill where he'd chauffeured them through the kitchen to the store room. Holland had dragged herself to the corner of the chilly room, shaking and whispering crazily to herself. Only Amanda and Emma could know what she was doing, trying to draw the power from herself and into the things around her - most people did the same thing when they were scared. It gave them a sense of relief. At that point in time, Holland was as good as a human. Emma, even behind Matt, could feel the power creeping towards her. With a hand on her stomach, she forced it away and it rebounded in front of her like basketballs hitting a brick wall.

  'What happened to her?' Amanda asked, leaning back slightly to look up at Matt.

  Wide eyed and clearly unsure of what he could do to help, he replied, 'A note came for her this morning. I was told to give it to her by my manager.'

  'A note? What did it say?'

  I don't know. She froze after reading it and then sprinted out of the Grill without telling me anything. I followed her and found her like this in the alley just down the road.' He pulled a worried look. 'She's been muttering nonsense all this time.'

  Emma stepped around Matt, too gracious to shove him out of the way. 'We need Victoria,' she said simply.

  'Victoria? I think Holland needs to see someone with a little more medical knowledge than that bitch.'

   Amanda tried not to laugh. 'Believe it or not, she's the only one that can help Holland right now.'

  'I can help. Tell me what to do.'

  Amanda shook her head. 'If I did that, you'd call me crazy and favour Victoria over us all.'

  Matt took a step closer and crouched down next to her, looking under her arm at Holland. He wondered what she was trying to do, what her lips were muttering. How was she looking at him, but not seeing him? Her eyes were fixed on his face but he knew she wasn't aware that he was there. Matt slid his hand over her's on the cold floor, and stroked her wrist.

  It was a shock for him when she didn't recoil - the truth hurting when he realised she was oblivious to the world around her.

  'Matt, you need to leave. Emma will stay with Holland and I'll go get Victoria.'

  'I can go with you. No one should face her alone.'

   Amanda put a hand on his shoulder and stood up. 'She's not dangerous,' she laughed. 'Well, not to me anyway. It's you who needs to watch out.'

  'But-'

   'Matt?' Amanda whispered. 'There is only one thing you can do to help Holland right now. She's in a state of shock and she'd scared. We can take care of her and she may need you after, but not now. Now, she needs us and needs you to go home and pretend like this never happened.'

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