Chapter 4: Her
Artemis
I walked back home thinking of everything that's happening allwithin. None of it made sense Whom's head goes flying around a corner, disconnected to the other half of the body; just running through the exam room, and a group of students would just happen to be vanished. It didn't make any sense. It was ethical that it was unlikely to happen. Close to impossible. But I sat on my couch, hoping that it would. Estella, a beautiful girl with her crazy thoughts living in her own crapped-up world. She has given me enough butterflies since we first met. The whole this and situation between whatever we had between each other changed when she spoke about the story.I was convinced it was true. I was lost in reveri, completely lucid dreaming, though alive on my couch. None of the detective movies paid off right now. Neither Sherlock Homes nor some casual cliche crime dramas helped me. The thing was even if the whole fantasy was true, how do I trace it back down? How do I find my sister? It was all tangled up, but I still hoped to untie the knot. "Do you wanna go to the ancient thingy?" Estella's message popped. A sign of hope. "Yes, when?" I replied. "Sat?" Then it was settled. I wondered how she remembered the exact place though. As she said, it was just a dream. My mind refuses to ask further questions about everything. It was humdrum. The whole process of me trying to chase over something that was barely impossible. I sighed. I needed sleep and I will have some sleep.
Time skip
Tieing my necktie, I checked the mirror. All suited up, and handsome as always. I laughed at my thoughts about it. Sleepily, I walked towards my class with my head down facing my shoes. The sight of wet blood, dripping on the side walls caught my eye. Not seeing the police was weirder, but I rushed over to see Estella on the ground, shaking out of terror. In front of her lies a headless body, the spine of the neck was left unseen by my thoughts. Pieces of hair and worms filled the body. It was disgusting, grotesque. A cat hisses as it runs away, pushing off a piece of spherical ball. An eyeball, that was staring right towards my soul, with its dark pupil. I pulled Estella into my arms, obscuring her view with my arm. "You aren't supposed to stare at a dead body and just froze." She didn't move an inch. She seemed so vulnerable, so naive and all. My eyes trailed off gathering information in the sight. The attire of the body seemed so strictly-persued. "It's the teacher. I-i had a dream last night," Estella spoke, adding more tension to the knot. "What dream?" I was so willing to know about her dreams and all the mysterious things she was involved in. Apart of me felt guilty for just caring about this, and not actually showing affection towards the whole of her. "Get me out of here" Before I realized her finished her word, I pulled her in a bridal style, walking out. Other classmates seemed to stare, but I needed her for now. "Okay," I replied setting her down on a chair. I was ardent, but I knew I had to let her catch her breath at the least. "There are dreams. One of them was what I wrote about. This one— it's about the teacher. Her head rended up in atoms. Squashed opened, it's the Venoxis." What even was that? Estella herself was already enough of complicated beads. Complicated that you would give up on trying to find that one exact bead out of the box. "You're peculiar, Starlet." I let out a small chuckle. "Wherefore, that was the teacher's body?" I continued. "Yes, that's—" I waited for her enough seconds for her to continue her sentence but at this point I knew she wasn't willing to do that either. "Okay snap it out, let's go" I suggested knowing it was a waste of time to get little information out from her. Would be stifling her either way; there was too much pressure. "No, let's go to the temple."