章 16: HEART-RENDING PASTS UNTOLD
"...Thank you," Lexie had said previously. Sync and Lexie are reading the books evenly. They're trying to figure out all the clues that fit certain criteria. Sync does not know what Lexie is up to. Although, He's curious to know. After going through a few pages, Lexie found useful information on her book. The book she was reading talked about why someone would have so much hate against another person.
"Look," she says to Sync. She continues, "For someone to have hate it has to be of their past. Something or someone can trigger a negative emotion. It is said that it could be of friends or family."
"True," Sync says. He continues, "My relationship between my dad is not the best." "What do you mean?" Sync answers, "Well, he would always drink. Each time he drank, his reasoning was not sufficient. It was weak. He would always act as if he was the one suffering. In reality, my family was suffering. I was the one that always had the most strength. I wanted to figure out how to maintain a stable family. In order to do that, I studied psychology in high school. It would've been a benefit for my family and for my mental health. My dad's actions weren't too severe, until one specific night. That night has affected my mind completely."
"What happened to you that night?" Lexie asks. "What happened that night does not include me. It only includes my mother and my two sisters. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my mother say, "You are not going to take my little baby girl!" She repeated it three consecutive times. The frightening conversation could be heard from my room.
Not wanting to get out, I heard my father's voice getting closer to the living room in anger. I heard my mother and sister. I imagined the scenario. I'd say my sister and my mother were very close to each other. I heard my mother say to my sister, "Call 911! Do it! Do it!"
"What was your father's action for your family to call 911?" Lexie asks. "They were scared because my father acted more violent than usual when drunk." "How?" "He threw a fan real hard to the ground, it broke. He was full of anger, for no reason. Just like always. When my sister called 911, I could hear her gasping. Judging by her voice, she was trying to hold in her tears. Once she was done, my father repeated these words, "Is that what you all want?" "And you didn't even bother to get up and do something!?"
Sync looked straight into Lexie's eyes. He raises his voice to Lexie, "What could I have done!? Hit my father!? He knows how to block every freaken move! Is it even right to beat up my father!? When he's Do you think he would reason with me? He's never reasons even when he's not drunk! Plus, I wasn't done with my damn story!!!"
"We all don't reason at times. I'm sorry Sync." Lexie States. Sync calms his thoughts. His eyes look very pale and frozen to Lexie. "Sync? Sync?" Sync comes back to reality. He says, "I'm fine. Sorry." "Should we continue revising these books?" Lexie asks. "Lexie, can I ask you something personal?" "Sure."
"Should I care, or not care about anyone? My thoughts and emotions are not the same anymore. I wish I could just pick one out of my two personalities! It's so hard to live like this. I rethink my decisions every single day of my life. I really hate both my personalities. One of them makes me look weak and vulnerable. Everyone takes advantage when I pretend to be nice. I remember that I had to pretend to be nice to get my grades up. I pretended to be nice to my drama teacher. Every day is the same! I go from one personality to another, depending on what situation I'm in. I always control my emotions every time it's necessary. My old personality was that of a jerk. I did not care about anyone's life. That includes all genders. My motto was if you disrespect me, I'll show you what disrespect really means. I'd beat the crap out of anyone. I'd always Push people out of my way and—"
"And now your personality is...?" Lexie interrupted Sync's untold past. "Well, I met a girl once. From there on out, she changed my personality for the better. She likes my new personality and I like hers. She could be complicated at times, but I love it. She has helped me adequately. I believe up to this day. I'm glad that she's my friend. I wish she could be my friend for eternity. I would even love to have her as a wife on day! But, I'm not too sure. I do tend to think about how well we'd get along as partners."
"Why don't you ask her out on a date first?" "I'm not sure if she loves me that way. She respects me, but I'm scared of both responses." "She had a great impact in your life then?" "Yes." "So your personality is the good one, right?"
"I don't know anymore. My father's behavior hasn't helped me. Especially since that night he tried to take my baby sister away. Twenty minutes after the 911 call, the cops arrived. They were outside pounding hard on the door. Once the cops were in, they gave hi a warning. He had one chance to not make the same mistake twice that night. If the cops had to come back, they would lock him up. My father feared that answer because he had been in jail before.
"So... you have your old personality?" "They're both fighting a war with each other." "Do you have any other alternative to control your emotions?" "Actually, I express them." "How do you express them?" "I write stories." "You're an author?"
"I wish to be a certified one." "Well, how does writing stories help you to control your personalities?" "Well, it's an escape from the dark reality of this world. Plus, I can add real-life events in my story. I like creating my own characters. Sometimes stories seem real. People can relate to a certain character and feel all types of emotions. My stories can be funny, sad, or even scary. I try to include all to make it more interesting. There's even secret messages in my stories."
"That sounds cool." "Yes! It is. What's amazing is that my stories can be decoded. I also tend to give my readers the exact same amount of words in each chapter. More or less depending on how fairly detailed the chapter should go." "I see! You want the readers to get all the hidden details! Every single chapter is worth the view!" "Exactly! Although, there was this one teacher that said that I didn't know how to create characters. She also said that I couldn't be an author."
"Why?" "Because I needed to use words that I'm positively sure no one would understand. Some high vocabulary crap! You see, I want to be a different type of author. At the end of my book, I would give the words and definitions that some people might've not understood. I also don't want to be one of those authors that quotes each character repeatedly. To the point that the reader gets confused which character is talking. Did I mention I wanted to give the teacher my offensive opinions towards her?" "What opinions?"
"My verbal opinions! Straightforward! Like, why the hell is she a stupid math teacher in a low-profit school!? If she knew how to write, then why the hell is she not an author instead? Because she's stupid is what she is! They say people are harsh to make you succeed. But I say, it brings people down to failure! She was a hard ass anyway. But still, she wasn't even my damn teacher! She's an epic Fu—" "Wait, so how can someone be considered an author?"
"First of all, you don't need no damn six years of college. There are different alternatives nowadays. To be an author, you need to know just six things. You need to know grammar. Without grammar, your story is a mess. A mess will lead readers to a loss of interest. The other thing you have to know is the plot. Where does the story take place? Are there different plots in every chapter? What is the character doing in that chapter? You also never make a run on sentence." "What's a run on sentence?"
"A run-on sentence is a very continuous sentence. It also has no commas nor periods. That would fit in the grammar section. I count it as the third example. The fourth example is our imagination. This counts for the plot section. Although, I want you to ask yourself: What's a plot without imagination? The fifth example is to never repeat words or sentences constantly. Unless it is important in your story. The last example would be to have fun while you write. Don't let anyone stop you from writing, especially that math teacher I mentioned earlier. No one can tell you to change your characters, plot, and ending in your story! Unless you want it changed by an editor. Other than that, everyone has the creativity of making a story. Sometimes they put themselves down. Sometimes it's the people around them. Well, guess what! No! You work in what you like to do! This reminds me of another example you need to know to be an author."
"What's that example?" Lexie asks. "The last thing an author needs is commitment. Once committed you might never stop writing. You have to come up with more and more books that attract a reader. I am committed to giving the reader what they deserve. I might've counted all these examples as seven, but think of it as just four examples.
"So, we don't need college?" "It depends on what subject you'd like to learn. It also depends on you. That's not my choice, nor is it for me to interfere in." "So anyone can be anything nowadays?" asked Lexie. "Yes even without training. Some people already have talent. Writing is a talent."
Lexie added, "Did I mention my parents were part of the FBI? I got training from them. I never wanted to be like them when I was little. Although a lot has happened to me in the past years and now I think it's time I have my parents' attitudes. "
"What happened to you?"
Lexie uncovers her long sleeve sweater and shows Sync her cuts. She says to him, "I've been slashed throughout my childhood. What's worse, I don't recall who did this to me. I don't believe I can even call it a childhood. I know that my brother is dead, but my parents are apparently missing. I never liked being violent but it's time that personality should fade away. It's time to bring out the new strong, Independent, and fearless woman!"
"Fearless?" Sync asks with unease. Lexie responds, "Yes! I either cross the path to succession of my parents or fail and die in the process!" "Have your parents always succeeded?" asked Sync. "Almost always." "Hey, don't hurt yourself. You will succeed in this. May I ask, what are you trying to do again?"
"I'm on a mission!" "Mission of...?" "Of unveiling some facts about the past." "That means you don't want to give me the facts?" "It's top secret. If you were to know, your personality would change drastically. So I rather you not know for your safety." "Well if it's for my safety then so be it. But, can I help you continue by finding the source you need in these books?" "Of course, Sync," replied Lexie.
Sync and Lexie are finding more facts about the blades. Sync says, "It says here that the blades are made of some kind of interesting material. This material is so well made that it can't be traced."
"What do you mean by it can't be traced?" "Well, if stabbed multiple times, forensic scientists can't trace what weapon was used."
(Lexie's eyes were focused on the book she was reading when sync spoke about his information).
Lexie's eyes are still focused on her book.
She says, "Look Sync! The blades belonged to two individuals. It was in order to make them stronger. They were to collaborate to give world peace from criminals. What I know is that they don't have peace with each other." "How come?" asked Sync.
Lexie replied, "They must've been separated! One of them turned out to be good and the other turned out to be evil. This book states that the wicked one would try to force the pure one to behave inadequately and inhumane. It is said that he who is evil will have anger against his..."
"Against his what?" Sync asks impatiently. "The piece is cut off! Dammit!" "If I were to guess, it would be... enemy." "Enemy? You sure Sync?" "Positive! Why else would he have so much anger?" "There are different possibilities." "Different?" Sync asks.
"Yes! Those two that are now apart could've been friends at one point," said Lexie. "Are you sure?" asked Sync. "Well, I might've done something that I shouldn't have done. Now, a certain friend has hatred towards me," said Lexie. "What could you have possibly done for a friend to hate you?"
"I shouldn't say," said Lexie. "So... you're trying to figure out why your friend hates you?" "That and other hidden facts we need to solve immediately!"
Sync said, "Okay, we've found enough facts about the blades. We also found hidden information about why they would have hate. I still don't get one thing though."
"And that is?" Sync asked. Lexie replied, "If they were separated, possibly at a young age then..." "Come on Sync. Spit it out!" "Then they wouldn't know each other," Sync replied.
He continued, "Do you know if they actually ever met before the conflict?" "No," adds Lexie. "Do you know if they actually were friends?" "Don't know that either."
"Then the possibility of them actually being friends is not valid," Sync clarified. "They're not friends!? Then, what are they?" "Who knows."
Once these words were said, they heard a loud explosion near the school. They look at each other quickly and instantly leave the library.
The books are still wide open. A girl with a Sari dress came up to the books. She grabbed a book that was under the table. It turns out Lexie and Sync had forgotten one last book. Could that last book contain all the secrets and the history of Grieve and the boy?
The girl with the Sari dress was about to find out. She quickly left the school, (Book in her hands) and proceeded to another library. About twenty minutes in walking. The girl had finally made it.
She sat down and began reading the book. It had the most horrifying and specific information Sync and Lexie couldn't find. Suddenly the little bell at the entrance door of the library rang.
It was Angel who had walked in. The girl looked at him. She watched his every move. Then, she looked back down at the book. She raised her eyes a bit and noticed that Angel was at the main office of the library.
He waited for a few seconds and eventually turned around. Once turned, he looked at the girl. He walks up to her. As he walks closer, the girl's eyes rolled back down on the book.
After a few seconds, Angel was in front of her. "Hi!" He says. "Hi!" She responds. "Hey, aren't you that girl that taught me your foreign language?" "Yup! That's me." "I thank you for that... miss... I'm sorry. What's your name again?"
"It's better not to know. Everyone thinks I'm different just because of what I wear." "Well, I think you're the same as anyone. The only difference is you're more generous." "Really? Thank you! That means a lot! You are the first person that has ever said that to me."
"So... now will you tell me your name?" "If I said it, you wouldn't know how to pronounce it. Plus, I would like to keep it a secret." "It's fine. I respect your decision. What are you reading?"
Little did Angel know was that the girl had covered the secret book with horror books before he could notice. "Just reading some horror. The books are by a horrifying author. He's famous for creating horror in the first place."
"Really?" "Yes, you've never heard of this author?" The girl asks as she shows him the cover of the book. Right on the top of the cover was the author's name. The boy looks at the author's name. He thinks for a while and replies, "Yes, he does sound familiar but I've never read any of his books." "I'll name his books in order if you would like to know." "Sure."
"Well to Start off, I think he's one of the best horror authors out there! So here we go. One of his stories involves a boy who possesses the power to see the hotel's horrific past. His father got into a bit of trouble and went all psycho on his wife and little boy. It was his third novel in creation. Horrifying, right?"
"Somewhat" "That doesn't scare you?" "Not at all." "Okay! How about the novel about a dog who chases you around!?" "Is it powered by something evil?" "Hmm, I would have to read the book again. But it is evil. Are you really not scared of a big dog?"
"I had a Great Dane, mixed with a German Sheppard, and a quarter Pitbull." "That means no." "Yup." What about an evil classic car who chases you endlessly. Waiting to kill you at—"
"An evil car?" Angel interrupts. He continues, "Do most of his books have some evil inanimate object chasing after innocents?" "I think. Well, that's what horror writers do." "Wait! So the first one was about a boy and they're after him?" "Well—" Angel interrupts, "The other one is an evil dog and the last book you said was about a car?"
"Yes." "So in every book, something turns evil and chases after the main antagonists?" "Well yes." "That is so funny, it's not even scary. The first one might count as a little more scary and horrifying, but the other ones, why would any one be scared of that?" "Well what you do if an evil car was chasing you?" asked the girl. Angel replied, "Well, take out the engine, pop the wheels, and smash it. Problem solved, now it can't move." "What about the dog?" asked the girl. "Well if you have to kill it, kill it." "But is it really that simple?" Angel replied, "Simpler than my story."
Angel's voice cracks as he laughs. He says, "I'm sorry. I can't get over of what he thought would've scared people. I mean seriously. A dog? "Wait! Wait! A car?" That dude can't be serious. His laughter continued. "What's next in his series? A damn clown?" Angel squeezed his nose and made a horn sound. "Actually, he did." "He did? I'm just going to laugh harder now." "Well you shouldn't laugh. Rumor has it that he started Coulrophobia in the first place. All due to that terrifying book! Clowns give me the creeps now." "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that." Angel calms his laughter little by little. "Are you not scared of clowns?" The girl asks worriedly. "No, but did it really scare a lot of people?" "Yes!" "Well if I ever write a story, I might include a clown."
"Wouldn't that count as copying the author?" "No, it can be used as inspiration. It could also be used as references." "Why would you put a clown?" "To traumatize anyone. Just like that author did! That clown book must've been a really good book. I would make the clown have a creepier voice, and more unnerving to see. " "Other authors tried to copy him, but they failed," said the girl. "On second thought, I might not put any clowns in my book." "Why not?" "You don't need clowns to make a book scary" "What would be scary in your book?" "Well, I don't like to write horror, but torture is scary."
"I don't think torture is scary," the girl states. "You don't think torture, along with dark scenes, and brutality is scary!? Are the people's torturous pasts not scary enough?" "Well when you put it like that, it sounds psychotic." "Yes! Psychotic thoughts lead to fear. Fear leads a person to weakness. Weakness leads to losing their minds. It's fun to mess with people's minds. Don't you think!?" Angel gets closer to the girl and shows her a very disturbing smile.
"Dark themes are horror! I'm very dark as you can tell. I love scaring people just for the fun of it. I like to see the fear they have in their eyes. Every time they look at me, they get traumatized. It's horrifying when someone has a seizure and there's no one to help. I would stand there and stare. Then I'd stab that person. Once stabbed, that person will fall hard on the ground. Then, I'll traumatize that person. Next, I'll poor chlorine into that person's mouth, until his or her body is full of it! After the chlorine, I would get gasoline for it to produce fire. The fire will turn the skin pink. I would wait until it's almost into ashes. Then, I'll step on his or her face. Crushing it!"
The girl's face was pale. She was traumatized by those dark words. "Maybe I'll do that to you!" "No! Please don't!" "I'm messing with you." "What?" the girl asked while shaking in fear. "I'm not going to kill you. I just wanted to show you what horror really means. very dark and unnerving scenes." "I think you scared me more than those books!" "In less than five minutes of course." Little did the girl know, Angel might've not wanted to kill her. But, could've he possibly want to do what he had just said to someone else? And if so, to whom?
"What are you doing here anyway?" Asked the girl. Angel responded, "I came here looking for answers. By answers, I mean I'm looking for someone." "Someone? Would it be someone you love?" "Yes! Any chance you know who Joyce is?" "Her name does sound familiar. I'm guessing you're in search of her to avoid evil?" "Yeah, something like that." "You know, I think I saw her go outside. I'd say that way," the girl points to the left. "Thank you so much! I appreciate your help." With that said, Angel left.
"He's gone now," the girl says to Joyce. "Thank God!" "So, what are you going to do now?" The girl asks. Joyce responds, "While he's busy looking for me, I'm going back to school." "Why?" "To find someone else better than him." "He betrayed you somehow, didn't he?" "Yes. How'd you know?" "Lucky guess?" "Well, it was nice knowing you for a little while. It's time I leave my old personality behind and bring in my new one." Joyce eventually left.
The girl read the final text of the secret book aloud: "If conquered, the two will turn evil. It is said at different times of the night. One will take longer to turn evil. Once evil, he will find someone and he'll dare to..." "Oh no!"
She drops the book. "One thing's for sure, they're not friends! I have to warn everyone before it's too late. They will eventually turn on each other and all hell will break loose. Only he can stop what madness is to come!"
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