Serene

Serene is a BlogFic written by Blueheart. It is a story that features BlogClanners as humans.

Click here to read Trapped, her first BlogFic: https://blogclan-2.fandom.com/wiki/Trapped

Prologue
“No.”

The word slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. Fear. It began at her fingertips, trickling its way through to her spine. She’d never been more scared.

“I won’t do it,” she murmured.

He stood in front of her. She  knew  him. She had to. His name, at the tip of her tongue.

But then again, he was an adult. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d talked to an adult.

She brushed a lock of her dirty-blonde hair behind an ear. Her heart seemed as if it would burst out of her chest at any moment. But what could she do?

“You have to,” he growled. His voice sent a shiver down her spine.

She was a kid. Wasn’t she supposed to listen to adults?

But this was wrong. She couldn’t. Could she?

“But she’s my friend.” Her voice came out choked.

He was becoming angry, she could tell. There was no way out of this situation.

Quickly, before he could respond, more words flew from her mouth. “I can’t do it. It’s wrong. I can’t betray them like that. Haven’t you ever had friends? They’re the best things ever! Please, you have to understand, I literally can’t do that, it’s ridiculous.”

She’d found her voice. One step in the right direction.

She watched as the man paced, his dark hair covering his eyes. She leaned back against the wall, feeling it’s softness against her back. Just like home. She thought.

The man sighed, and stopped his pacing. With a dramatic flair of his head, he turned to look at her. “If you don’t do this… More of them will die. I will make sure you’re one of them.”

She focused on the beating of her heart, trying to keep her head glued on. She laughed, and it was dark and slightly sinister. “Oh no, you won’t do that. It would ruin everything, wouldn’t it?”

“I can’t very well choose someone else for this job when you’re running around knowing everything.”

She began tapping her fingers rhythmically on the floor. If she did this, her friend wouldn’t get hurt, right? Theoretically. If she didn’t do this, herself and multiple other people would.

But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t wrong. Oh, gosh. What do I do? She buried her face in her hands, trying to breathe through her tightening chest.

She didn’t know how she could weasel her way out of this. She knew this man was in charge, practically her boss at this point. She didn’t really want to get fired, seeing as that meant her death.

Worst contract ever. She thought, sullen.

“I need an answer,” he said. “Hurry up.”

Rude.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he continued. “But this has to be done. For a-”

“Yeah! Whatever! I don’t care!” she seethed. “Go away!”

“Technically-”

“Shut up!”

“Sheesh. I don’t know why-”

Her glare stopped him. She never really lashed out much, but she didn’t know how much more of this she could take. Everything she had known was falling apart and she couldn’t stop it.

The thought of doing this task made her feel sick. The man glanced down at her hands, which had continued creating their song. She couldn’t remember the last time she had listened to music. Her fingers made the music for her now.

“Why me?”

Again, the words came before she could stop them. But she needed to know. If she didn’t, could she go through with this? Why was she  special?

His smirk sent the alarms flaring in her head. He was dangerous, she was sure of it. That was why she had to listen to him.

But it was wrong. So  wrong.

“You’ll have the hardest time doing this. It’ll be very… Interesting. I mean… You only have to do something so small. Yet you’re sitting there, screaming at me about it. No one’s going to get hurt, I promise.”

“That’s crap,” she muttered. She raised her voice, wanting him to hear each word clearly. “I’m not doing this.”

“Yes, you are.” He crouched down in front of her, his dark red gaze burning into hers. “Or way more of you will die. I’ve already explained this to you.”

“No.”

“This is taking too long. I need your answer, or I’m going to go to more extremes,” he sighed. “And you don’t want that.”

She lifted her chin. The situation called for her to be bold, but she was unused to acting like that. “Like what? Killing me?” She forced her body to stay still. If she shivered in fear, her act would be over.

“Yes.”

Dang it.

She wanted to kick his smug face right off. But, whatever. She still wasn’t going to do it.

“Girl, I need you to do this.”

Act over, she let her gaze drop. She stared at the floor, letting its emptiness consume her feelings. It was all so unfair. She wasn’t like this, she never could be. Even if she wanted to, she’d just proven to herself that she couldn’t.

“Maybe…”

He obviously thought this was a yes. He stood up and began pacing again. “So you’re clear on what to do, yes?”

Her head shot up. “I said maybe,” she said, her voice cracking.

“Why won’t you do this?” His voice came strained.

“Because it’s wrong,” she finally blurted. “I’d be betraying all of my friends. I can’t do that. Would you do that to your friends?”

“If it saved more of them in the end, yes,” he replied. He was staring at her now, waiting for her to give in.

“But… It’s horrible…”

He shook his head in exasperation. “It really isn’t. Nothing truly bad is going to happen to her.”

“It doesn’t matter what actually happens, it’s about going behind their backs,” she sighed.

She hugged her knees tightly against her body, trying to comfort herself. Maybe I should just do it. Or else more people are going to die. She allowed one tear to spill over her eyelids.

She imagined her friend’s perfect face in her mind. The idea of doing this made her want to crawl into a corner and hide for an eternity. How much would they hate her when they found out it was her?

“We’re not going to tell them. You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to either,” he said gently. “It can be our secret, you don’t have to face them.”

The words comforted her somewhat. No one had to know. “Promise me that there is a reason that I’m doing this.”

“That, I can promise.”

“Let me think.”

“Alright.”

I can do this. More people will live. She won’t get hurt. No one will get mad at you, because they won’t know. She winced at her thoughts. Integrity. Gosh, wouldn’t it be nice if some of that kicked in.

One bad thing, so that multiple better things can happen. What’s the harm in that? Her own thoughts seemed shallow. But what could she do?

Keep up your morals! Don’t do this! Oh, come on, listen to yourself for once. Don’t do it. Oh, but I’m so doing it. Gosh, I’m such a bad person. She buried her head between her knees, hyper-aware that the man’s eyes were still on her.

Please, let me wake up from this nightmare.

Such an easy task, whatever happened after that didn’t really involve her. It should be simple. She could do it.

It’s wrong. The voice chimed.

She wanted to kick out her inner voice so bad it almost hurt. Were decisions supposed to be this difficult? They were always so easy in movies.

She wanted to tear her hair out.

The man was now awkwardly shuffling his feet. She assumed he didn’t have much experience dealing with teenage girls.

She let amusement fill her chest, but quickly forced it down. This was supposed to be serious.

She sighed, letting defeat swamp her veins.

“Fine.”

He glanced up in surprise. “Well…” He cleared his throat. He didn’t expect me to say yes. “You know what you are doing, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to speak in full sentences?”

She tried to come up with a snarky reply, but none came. “Sorry.”

The man sighed for the millionth time. “Look, I don’t want to make you do this. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you why, but it’s the only way.”

She stayed silent. Emptiness was the only emotion she felt. She didn’t know how to keep it at bay, but she did her best, trying to keep her head glued on.

“It’ll be okay, no one will know.”

“That’s almost worse,” she mumbled.

He was growing impatient with her tone. She tried a smile, hoping he would forgive her. He gave her a tired-looking smile back.

“Are you ready to go back?”

She stood up, her feet shaky beneath her. “Not really.”

Leaning against the wall, she tried her best not to think of the idea of going back. That meant she actually had to do this.

Even though she agreed to do it, it was still wrong. We’ve gone over this a million times, brain. Shut up.

She shivered as her heart turned cold. The change scared her, but she didn’t know how else she would be able to do this.

“It won’t be that bad,” he moaned.

“Yes, it will.”

“I’m having so many regrets right now.”

She didn’t know how to feel about this strange man. On one hand, she hated him. But on the other, he didn’t seem to be completely bad.

He took a step forward. “Remember what you have to do, alright?”

Nevermind. She thought to herself. I hate him. She’d never had to fend for herself before. The pressure of it made her emotions more extreme than she ever thought they could be.

“You’re sending me back, aren’t you?” The bitterness in her voice was not normal on her tongue.

“We’ve been here, debating, long enough,” he explained. “Sit down.”

She did as he said, panic spreading through her body. She coughed once, trying to unclench her chest.

“Now, lie down,” he continued.

She groaned softly to herself, and lied down, fear blocking out all other senses. The ground was soft beneath her, and she attempted to let it comfort her. It formed around her back, fitting her shape perfectly.

“Close your eyes,” he murmured.

Begrudgingly, she did so. Heat swamped her, making it nearly impossible to breathe. The only other thing she could sense was the man’s hand on her forehead, adding some sort of consolation with the uncomfortable feeling.

Breath coming in gasps, even further darkness crushed her. Sweat poured from her body, a stickiness which drenched her clothes.

Finally, light shone from outside her eyelids.

She was waking up.