Rachel amber
A strawberry blonde with hazel eyes. stood at 5 feet 5 inches tall. weighing just 110 pounds. she was going to visit her friend Nathen Prescott at his dormitory room. her converses shoes clapped against the concrete. Nathen had invited her to do some studying that April night. Normally she would decline but since Victoria chase would be there. she thought things would be ok. they did make friends. after the tea thing. to the behest of chloe. A cold wind blew and hit her hard. Rachel's flannel red over shirt kept her warm. but the holes that were torn into her blue Jean's didn't help. her long hair blew in the wind. her blue feather earring brushed up against her face. she climbed the steps to the boys dormitory. she knocked lightly. It was late in the night. girls were not allowed there and the same for the boys on the girls side. So of course they had to be careful. Victoria opened the door of Nathens room. Room 111. Victoria's blonde short hair almost with a school boy cut. her maroon sweater sat atop her golden shirt layered underneath. her black skirt blew with a slight breeze. her thigh high socks were pulled up fallow by her loafers. she spoke with a snobby tone. "Rachel, please come in." Rachel smiled at Victoria. "hey Victoria." Rachel replied walking into the room. the room was dark as usual. Nathen sat on his black leather couch. the only light in his room being the projector that had macabre black and white scenes similar to old German expressionism style from the screen saver of his PC that sat on his desk on the right of his couch. the desk being the opposite of the door. beside his desk was his black bookcase and slightly in front of his bed sat the opposite of the couch. Victoria sat at the foot of Nathens bed. Nathen looked up at Rachel. his blue eyes made contact with hers. his light brown hair was combed to the side. his red Letterman jacket fit well over his black overshirt with a white one under it. his black Jean's where topped with his brown penny loafers. "hey, Dawn." Nathen said as if they had gotten close enough for him to use her middle name. "you can use my desk chair while we hit the books." Nathen said with a soft smile. Rachel pulled the chair out and sat in it. Victoria pulled a few beers out from a cooler beside Nathens bed."I don't see why we can't have a few refreshments while we chill." Victoria said with a calm look on her face. Rachel took the beer and took a sip. A drink amongst friends would help her unwind after the long stressful school day. normally chloe would be there at the end of the day. but stepduesh had grounded her. with the approval of her mom. something hit Rachel hard. her vision got blurred and faded in and out. she felt drowsy. Victoria launched as Rachel hit the floor. Victoria pulled a tragedy mask out that she had gotten from her acting class."It's such a tragedy that after this you will no longer be little miss perfect innocent Rachel. I'm queen bitch now." Victoria said viciously. she placed the mask over Rachel's face. Rachel's movements where slowed as she tried to fight them off. she felt a sting in her arm. Rachel felt all feeling slowly leave her. her breathing swallowed and pupil's then dilated. her speech slurred as she tried to say "fuck you". she quickly nodded of into slumber. It didn't take long for Nathen and Victoria to drag her into the trunk of Nathens car. Rachel awoke in the dark room. her body was numb and everything was very bright. she started to move. her arms and legs were tied with duct tape. she looked with rage in her eyes and tears were flowing down her face. Nathen snapped the camera and the photo was taken. Rachel started moving more. Nathen seeing this went to give her another dose. the needle jammed into her arm. he realized he accidentally had overdosed her. she past out. Rachel's skin color changed to a pallor white, her breathing became abnormal. vomit had began to poor out her mouth. her skin had become ice cold. she started to have seizures. then her breathing stopped all together. Victoria began to panic. "what the fuck did you do!?!" she screamed. "we should have waited for mark." she proclaimed. Nathen put his hands on his head. he sat back on the ground. "I didn't think this would happen." Nathen exclaimed. Jefferson entered the bunker. his brown beard matched his hair and eyes. being 38. he had a build of someone in his late 30s. his hair is a choppy messy style, with his light trendy beard. he wore black loafers, blue jeans and a white button up shirt with a black blazer over it. with his black and white trendy glasses. he walked into the room following the screaming of Victoria. the room is more of a lounge/photography studio. tortured guru imagines adorn the walls in the bunker sat there by Nathen. needles and duct tape and rope sat on one of the side tables. a smaller entertainment center located on the far right contained a stereo and other electronic devices. a couch wrapped in clear vinyl is in the center of the room. opposite of the doorway was the desk with a computer on it. as well as Rachel's phone on it. that was currently ringing off the charts. Jefferson looked past the couch and saw what was happening. "what have you two done!?!" he yelled. Mark puched Victoria to the side. rushed past Nathen and checked Rachel's pulse. there was nothing. "she's dead. we have to get rid of the body." Jefferson said in almost saddened voice. "I didn't" Nathen could barely say before Jefferson back handed him and Nathen hit the ground. "enough out of you. you have put our work in jeopardy." Jefferson hissed. "Victoria get me the trash bag." he ordered. they worked like a well oiled machine. soon after a long drive they were at The American Rust junkyard. they found the spot rather quickly. Jefferson stepped away for a minute to get the shovel. "hey take a picture of me and the dead girl." Nathen said getting on the ground next to Rachel. Victoria snapped the picture. she then put the tragedy mask on Rachel's face again. Jefferson returned. "stop playing. let's get this over with. stupid children." He finished burying her. Victoria stode at the dirt pile. "now it really is a tragedy." she said mournfully. the three left the junkyard.
6 months later
A crow cawed in the distance. it glided in and landed on the old rusted bus broken down for a long time. it hopped down and landed on a patch of dirt. it peaked down at it. Again it cawed but much louder than before as if to let out a signal. A murder of crows flew over head. in a circular motion. they desinded upon the patch of earth the first had sat on. digging and peaking, scratching at the ground. creating a small hole. A hand ripped through the black plastic. Rachel pulled herself from the dirt. her skin was pale. half way out of the ground she started to puke. she threw up warms, bugs and whatever else was trying to decompose her body. she ripped off the mask and wiped off her face frantically. before continuing to crawl out the hole. finely she was out. she stopped and rested. the sunlight provided some warmth and a tiny bit of comfort. as she lied still on the ground. she had short white shorts on with a black top. her hair was now a darker blonde. A crow landed in front of her face and cawed softly. she sturd and finally stood up and waited for a minute. the crow flew ahead and landed on a sign. It looked at her and cawed again. she began to walk toward it.