The end of Forever
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here is a vile of wake. If you should get hurt, drink it. Don't ask about it, just remember when you're hurt, drink it.” He answered, handing me a small vile.
I took the vile without answering, nodded my head, meaning thank you, and walked out the door.
Thoughts raced through my head. Was this really war? Would I die? Who really is Grace? Is Britney human?
When I got home, I found an email. From Grace. It said to meet her in 4 days for battle. And not showing up will cost me my life.
Only 3 days of practice! I buried my head in my arms, wondering if I should just die. NO, I told myself. What about all those people? I'll loose if I tell myself I'll loose. But I'll put up a darn good fight, if I try!
I checked the mail. A package had come for me. I found an armored dress, along with a shield and sword. What is this, medieval fighting? I wondered while rolling my eyes.
I tried on the suit, it was perfect.
I knew I always tried hardest with music. So I went to the store, found running headphones (headphones that don't fall out when your running really fast.) Then I spend my last 70 bucks on an ipod shuffle. I downloaded my favorite songs.
I went to my room, and practiced using my sword, and blocking with the shield. I was doing pretty good. The music helped so much. I cranked up the song Whip my hair, and practiced dodging people throwing swords or daggers at me.
One day left. For the last two days, I've been nonstop practicing. Today was the day I was supposed to go to the motel to see who would be fighting with me.
I packed my armor in my duffel bag, and started toward the motel. Same creepy lady staring at me. Only this time her eyes seemed like she wanted me to help her. I was in a rush so I couldn't stop though.
I ran into the motel panting. Then I gasped at my team. I expected to see 10 maybe 20 girly ghosts, putting on nail polish during this meeting. But instead I saw 50 men, strong men, weapons in their hands, looking readier than ever for battle.
“I uh- you-” I stammered.
“We can't fight with our hands, but when we're holding human objects, those don't just disappear through your skin. You can feel those when we hit people with them.” One with a gruff voice answered.
Courtney hovered over to me “Your probably really nervous, but I know you can win.” She said with an encouraging smile.
“You'll sleep overnight here. She could attack any minute, so we all need to be with you.” The motel guy said.
I only nodded, because I was still in utter shock.
That night I couldn't sleep at all. Courtney even tried to sing me a goodnight lullaby, because I needed my rest tomorrow, but I couldn't. Sometimes, after letting my fears eat me, I fell asleep.
I woke up to a bang, and yelling.
“I COME WHEN I WANT, AND SHE BETTER BE READY IN 5 MINUTES!” I heard Grace shriek.
“FINE! 10 MINUTES THOUGH! YOU DON'T HAVE TO SLEEP BUT HUMANS DO!” I heard the motel man snap back.
I raced over to my duffel, threw on my clothes, and got ready.
“Good your ready, we only have 7 minutes, then its battle time.” The man said, fear in his voice.
“I know.” I answered flatly.
7 it seems like hours later, I saw a bomb come at us in slow motion, the black blob hovered over to us. I couldn't move. I saw the motel man ushering people out. But my legs wouldn't support me. Then I felt someone pick me up. It was Courtney. Once again, She saved my life. As she was rushing out, I saw the whole place collapse in flames.
Grace and her army, (about 40 strong men also) ran toward us. My army and I charged toward them. I dodged a bunch of them, killing some on the way.
The next thing I knew, Grace shrieked, “EVERYBODY! STOP FIGHTING! THE FIGHT WILL NOW ONLY BE BETWEEN MELODY AND I! IF SHE WINS, I'LL LET EVERYBODY GO, AND DIE MYSELF. IF I WIN, I TORTURE HER, THEN KILL HER, UNLESS ONE OF US KILLS THE OTHER NOW!”
I froze, nobody had ever told me I would have to fight Grace alone! Then I remembered not be be scared, and nodded. I saw Courtney shoot a nervous glance my way. Just as I was turning around, I saw Grace, charging at me, a dagger in her hand. It's all over. I knew it was. I closed my eyes and waited.
I heard a loud scream, so I opened my eyes. My hands flew to my mouth. Tears coming out, so fast, and so many, that my whole dress was soaking. Because there, in front of me, was the motel man. A dagger in his heart.
I fell on my knees, holding him in my arms, crying no, over and over. I don't care if Grace kills me. But killing my friends, that is going WAY to far!
Courtney came over, picked up the motel man, and carried him inside. Then I remembered.
“COURTNEY! WAIT! GIVE HIM THIS!” I cried, trowing the vile at her.
She started to protest, then she saw my face, and nodded.
The motel man looked up. “No, please no. Keep it, keep it! It's my time...” He said, slowly closing his eyes.
I knew, this was his choice. The tears started coming again, until I saw Grace, smirking at me. I wiped away my tears.
I glared at Grace, and mumbled, “Bring. It. On.”
She smiled, and started skipping toward me. I knew she expected me to stand still, then when she got to me, to lunge at her, but I surprised her, by running toward her, and piercing her in the heart with my sword.
“You...won.” She said, pushing a button, on her watch. Causing her to explode.
The button, I soon found out, also released the prisoners, because the next thing I knew, hundreds of people where running toward me, but I didn't see my mother.
“Where is the man who owns the motel? Where is my brother?” An old man and woman asked, their eyes shining, hoping to see their brother again.
“He...died.” I said, starting to cry again.
Their faces fell, they slowly walked away, silent tears, running down their faces.
The creepy woman walked up to me. She whipped off a mask, and I came to find she was my mother.
“I HAD TO GO INTO COSTUME TO WATCH YOU! IT WAS THE ONLY WAY!” She cried, hugging me.
I tried to, but I couldn't hug her. I couldn't even smile. I was a murderer. Not only one, but TWO people. Images of Courtney and the motel man, popped into my head. I buried my face in my sleeve, while running away from my mother. I found myself, in the middle of the destroyed motel. I noticed the motels mans brother and sister there, too.
“He helped me so much, I'm so sorry.” I said, walking toward them, not knowing what else to say.
They nodded and smiled, “He was a great man.” They said at the same time, while going back, and looking at his stuff.
I walked back out, toward the remains of Grace.
“Thank you. You gave me new friends, you showed me real pain, you made me braver, stronger, a better person. For that I thank you.” I whispered.
That night, when my mom was asleep, I tiptoed into the kitchen, and pulled out our longest sharpest knife. I hesitated. Then I decided, I had too. No more guilt feelings.
In ten seconds, I knew it was all over.
I woke up to the gates of heaven. Courtney, and the motel man where there.
“It's not your time.” Courtney said, but I saw worry in her eyes.
“What's wrong?” I asked.
“Grace.” Courtney said, shivering.
“Grace is gone. She died, remember? You where there...” I said, wondering what Courtney was so scared about.
“No, shes not...” Courtney said, her eyes gleaming with tears.
“W-what?!” I stammered.
“I'm sorry, you have to leave, now.” She said, the tears, streaming down her face.
I nodded, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up, in a forest. And I saw the motel man! But... I had just seen him, in heaven. And here is is, looking full of life! I felt my heart thumping. I looked at him again, he was holding out his hand to me. I slowly walked toward him.
I looked into his eyes. And then I knew. The real
motel man's eyes, glimmered with happiness, golden rings, surrounded his bright green eyes. The eyes I looked into where a pale green. Grace.
Just as I was glaring at Grace, Courtney appeared at her side. Grace ripped off her disguise, and ran.
“Courtney, why are you here?” I asked, wondering if another had died.
She didn't answer, she only smiled.
Just then, Courtney's words run in my head. Her voice full of fear, saying “Grace, Grace, Grace.” Over and over.
I ran over to Grace, disguised as Courtney. I ripped the mask off her face, then screamed in terror. For I had not seen Grace's face behind the mask. No, it was my mother's.
“Surprise.”She said, nearing toward me, as I was backing away.
“WHAT HAS GRACE DONE TO YOU!” I wailed.
“Nothing, I am Grace.” She answered, smiling.
“NO!” I yelled, over and over.
She kept smiling, as she pulled a dagger from her pocket.
Courtney should have let me stay dead. I was dying now anyways. I closed my eyes, one more time. Nobody was here to save me this time. Courtney and the motel man, had given up their lives, only for me to die anyways.
“Hurry up!” I screaming, crying.
Mom kept smiling, as she plunged the dagger in her own heart.
I screamed and ran over to her. I hugged her, as her body grew cold. I watched as the smile, faded off her face. My tears, streaming down my own face, fell on her cheeks.
Courtney, and the motel man. Hovered above me, both had tears in their eyes.
Suddenly I grew angry, “YOU KNEW ALL ALONG! YOU KNEW MY MOTHER WAS GRACE! WHY DIND'T YOU TELL ME?! YOU KNEW! I HATE YOU!” I screamed, as I wiped away my tears.
They both hung their