W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Halinor’s Dark Side – Chapter 4

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Halinor’s Dark Side – Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Next In Line.

“The endless corridor doesn’t have an exit, but you still ran and ran. I’m chasing you, Cassidy. I am chasing you, my now dear rival. If you don’t know how to smile and laugh again… and that you are doubting me, it is a sheer symbol that you are the next one in danger.”

Note: Chapter focuses on Cassidy and Halinor.

Thud. It was a satisfactory sound for something so unsatisfactory in almost every way. It was snowing outside and everyone was delighted. Everyone but Halinor. Sliding down until she sat, her back slumped against the shiny surface of her locker, and it totally lacked comfort. Her eyes were exceptionally icy today, absorbing everything, but seeing nothing. She tried to immolate her current feeling, but somehow, she just can’t do it. She clenched her head, trying to relax. There was just some form of ultimate anger in her. Nerissa, Cassidy, Yan Lin, and Kadma can’t understand why Halinor has a great record of absences and tardiness nowadays. She was even acting so whimsically lately. If you’re so curious, she is not an honor student anymore like she consistently is. Sheffield Institute is very keen and stern when it comes to checking the students’ attendance. Vying to be like Halinor isn’t as easy as it seems. She is even in the brink of being frustrated now. Don’t you know that she was absent for one week and was always late the week after that? Nerissa considered Halinor as one of her problems already.

She watched her blond comrade who was still holding her head, like she was trying to control herself from doing any violent behaviors. Cassidy accompanied the two of them here. However, she didn’t know that Halinor was in such a state now. Cassidy’s mind was wandering somewhere else. Who knows where. She was utterly glad that Nerissa was cured after a day, but bandages were still securing her wounds and cuts. Still, it was such an instant heal that she thought that this was the Oracle’s doing. But in truth, it wasn’t, because he rarely sacrifices himself for the girls. Cassidy was now prattling to herself. Who did it? Seriously, it wasn’t a normal miracle. She gazed at the falling snow. She was probably one among the hundreds of other students, who was transfixed by the falling chrome outside. It was so close, just through the window. Yet, she knew that from where she was, she couldn’t reach them. They were so alluring. Especially the dazzling crystalline flakes of fragile ice, that were melting upon touches. And so cold, it sends a shiver down your spine as it lands upon your outstretched tongue.

On the crossroads of life, between the living and the dead, what was currently going through her head? Astonishment struck her with a burning blow as she finally saw Halinor breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide, and the textures under her eyes were bordering horror to her visage. Her pair of optics seemed to be like hard porcelains, she barely blinked them. Yan Lin and Kadma were on their way to the three of them. They were picking their way carefully through the throng of their piers. Both of them said nothing as the rest of the students all busily chattered about how exciting the snow is, their steps quickened as they bustled noisily to the path that will lead them to the arctic weather. Yan Lin and Kadma was pushed and jostled, and they were not in the mood to fight back. They were like a feeble salmon who ain’t got the heart to swim upstream with the rest. Dregs of annoyance rose in Kadma’s spirit, but tried to refrain herself from reacting. Yan Lin exhausted a sigh of relief unto the air as the crowd finally dispersed. Kadma noticed Halinor and patted her back, trying to offer a large contributing factor. Halinor was way too stressed about something.

They didn’t greet each other, because they were all bothered about something. Nerissa, with regret, glanced at the Heart Of Kandrakar, pondering why it didn’t alert them that there were dangers around town. Population in Heatherfield was decreasing. And obviously, the girls were not happy about it. It wasn’t a regime to the group that they will have to tell their own problems to each other, so yes. It seems like they were in the brink of doubting. But Halinor seems to have a different problem here. Her skin was abnormally as white as paper. If she was under the sun’s endless rays of wheat hue, burning to unprotected flesh and becoming an unwanted burden, then her whole body will be as red as fire. The bell hollered its shriek just a while ago. Nerissa, Cassidy, and Halinor stayed here in the hallway for three hours straight. Cassidy veered off from her trance and poked Yan Lin on the shoulder, who was regulating her valuables in her locker. Yan Lin raised an eyebrow, making it obvious that she was asking what was wrong. Cassidy gestured her friend to go with her near the wall and talk about something. Yan Lin nodded and followed close behind as they closed a short distance near the said wall.

“What is it this time, Cass?”, Yan Lin asked as she gave Cassidy a one-armed hug.

“It’s about Halinor. She’s getting weirder and weirder until she really got nuts.”, Cassidy answered as she also gave Yan Lin a one-armed hug.

“Oh yes. I heard that in every murder, Halinor is always present in the scene.”, Yan Lin whispered.

“Really? Now that’s funny.”, Cassidy commented.

“Let’s just see what happens. We’ll investigate.”, Yan Lin suggested. Cassidy nodded in agreement.

The bell for fourth year high school rang, the usual unmistakable rowdy cheers of these old students filtered out. Some of them veered off to go home and relax after doing their break-in-the-leg homeworks. Whilst some of them just wanted to watch the weather as well. At the same time, Cassidy and Yan Lin’s mini conversation hurled off. They tried to hide their secret. And they actually gained a few eyes by their ordinary friends. A female named Vida waved at Yan Lin whilst another girl who was identified as Heather waved at Cassidy. To be in the safe side, they frantically waved back. The hall became yet another obstacle course to the fourth year students’ journey in order to go all the way down to the last floor. Some selfish pigs and jocks were there too. Suddenly, Nerissa stared at them then went closer. Her eyes that were in their mysterious hillybilly accent rung clear. But she was getting serious, and antics shouldn’t be involved, since she is as intimidating as Halinor when it comes to lies. Just remember that their haggard anger is flurry of red colors or anything in negative nature. Most people even has a dim knowledge towards some of these girls’ personalities.

Nerissa calmly glanced at Cassidy.

“What did you, Yan Lin, and Halinor talked about, anyway?”, she asked with mounting curiosity.

“Halinor? Wait a minute, she wasn’t with us!”, Yan Lin responded, muddled about Nerissa.

“Really? But I saw her standing stiff just right behind you guys a while ago. I thought she was supposed to be with you two. When the bell rang, she walked away from us without even saying anything.”, Nerissa clarified.

Cassidy and Yan Lin looked at each other with widened eyes. Halinor probably eavesdropped.

It was dead late at night. Cassidy stayed awake in her blackened room, her arms and hands positioned to her sides, just like a soldier. She was still conscious about Halinor. But anyway, what transpired in the past, stays in the past. She remembered that common quote and shook her head. Then, she was reminded about her father. She actually promised to call him today. It was very late, but she didn’t care. Besides, he stays up late all the time. Her motive is to hear his voice and nothing else. The problem is, they don’t have a telephone anymore for some valid and important reasons. A telephone booth is still alright, but she has to be pretty careful. Emily wakes up even though an audible sound is just produced. She’s so alert to things in spite of her age. Cassidy goes and spills out a torrent of imprecations when she gets caught. This is one of the reasons why she complains when she goes to an adventure when Mrs. Herrera is still asleep. After all, she needs to comsume much time in sneaking out of this house. In angular little ways, she has to be very quiescent like right now. She wore her slippers. At least they weren’t ones to squeak. She slowly opened the door.

It creaked.

She sighed audibly in relief that her surroundings didn’t react. With that, she quickened her silent steps until she was finally out of this house. She laughed, not enough for a far-away person to hear. Her hard ring of laughter abruptly softened as she began to think where to find telephone booths. Probably along these streets, she conjectured. It’s dark, so hopefully, her bright eyes won’t produce provocation to her. Since she is often blind when darkness is prevailed. No one was here, and she can still hear the cadence of the crickets. Overall, she just missed her father. When she was still young, there were angry purple discolorations almost all over her flesh because of him. Until, he suddenly changed. She didn’t know, but he just did. She passed by various streets until she saw one telephone booth. This caught her attention, and smiled. As she ran for it, she noticed that it has a wire cut. How unfortunate. She didn’t ponder why, but there were some other telephone booths available for utilization. She glanced at the said wire cut perfunctorily. She cynically shrugged her shoulder and tried to search for another one. She found something glistening in the distance. It was another telephone booth.

Wire cut. Another. Wire cut. And another. And another one after that. She saw another one that has a canal behind it. Still the same result. A bevy of confusion flowed up. She went to another one. Still a wire cut. She conjectured that the wire cuts were all blamed at some sort of the scissors’ abilities. Seriously. This all felt so odd and unbalanced, but she tried not to let disappointments procreate. At least not her, anyhow. She snapped her head around by the time she heard footsteps coming for her. A black silhouette of a person appealed her sight. It looked familiar. Colors blended it. Dark blond hair wavered, dull blue eyes stared with oscitancy stared at Cassidy. The brightest part of this person was the white skin she obtained. Gothic type, horror type, fitting for a dead person’s flesh. It was no other than Halinor, yet it was unbelievable for her to show up a time like this. Cassidy stared in return, but was wondering why her best friend made an appearance like that. Halinor was getting emo? Ok, maybe there was no time to joke around in here.

Something told Cassidy that this was getting serious.

Because Halinor held a pretty big pair of scissors.

Cassidy was immediately angered. When Halinor was close enough, she did nothing but stare at Cassidy. And they were both standing near the canal. Cassidy knew the situation right away.

“Halinor, why did you do such a thing?”, Cassidy thundered, her eyes widened, her eyebrows joined together, she was all hot under the collar.

No reply.

Halinor stared.

“Tell me!”, Cassidy commanded.

No reply.

Halinor glared.

“Halinor!”, Cassidy enraged, her hands balled into fists.

No reply.

Halinor bowed her head down, the upper part of her face was colored black.

“Damn you!”, Cassidy stated dangerously, then glanced at the scissors. Her eyes widened, yet again.

Halinor actually didn’t hold any pair of scissors. But for Cassidy, it all seemed so truism that the wire cuts were all caused by Halinor. Probably one of Cassidy’s wild imaginations again.

“What are you talking about, Cassidy?”, Halinor inquired with a mirthful laugh. Her eyes were innocently bright in colors now. Her skin was back to normal, so was her hair. Sugar, spice, and everything nice.

“Uh, nothing, I just. . . yelled. You know, practicing drama and horror.”, Cassidy coughed with majored embarrassment.

“It’s ok, Cassidy. Right now, it’s late and you need sleep. You will see your father soon, pretty soon.”, Halinor said, her voice abruptly cracked at the end of the sentence.

Cassidy didn’t notice.

“Yeah, can you take me home? I’m getting scared of the dark.”, she begged.

Halinor laughed again. “Of course, there’s no problem when it comes to that.”

“Let’s go.”, Cassidy said and went on ahead. Halinor nodded.

Cassidy was right, it wasn’t all her imagination. Remember the scissors? Unnoticed, it was actually on the canal.

Halinor’s hand dropped it there. But Cassidy didn’t notice, yet. . . again.

Afternoon lights. Afternoon rambles.

Halinor glanced at the sky. It was plainly red orange. One of her favorite colors, but her current feeling was remotely sensible at least for now. Overall, she was dazed out.

“Hali, don’t forget to breath.”, Cassidy said as she poked Halinor on the shoulder.

She practically snapped out of her thoughts and smiled.

“Cassidy, I have to be absent again tomorrow.”, she informed as she closed and locked her locker up.

“Again? Geez, you’re frequently ditching classes, Halinor!”, Cassidy devastated.

“I’m sorry, Cassidy.”, Halinor stated with an apologetic tone.

“Hey, it’s not like you will have to apologize about it.”, Cassidy guiltily replied. She organized her valuables in her locker, until the note fell over. It was the said note she read several daylights ago. Remember? Wherein she thought that Halinor was the one who wrote it(refer to Chapter 1)? Before Cassidy could say anything regarding the matter, Halinor’s fingers curled against her locker.

“Just hurry up fixing your things and go now, Cassidy.”, Halinor suddenly said.

“Huh? Well, anyway, are you the person who sent me this note?”, Cassidy asked as she held it up.

“No, not me.”, Halinor answered instantly, her head bowed down. That movement again. The lowering of Halinor’s head was one of the embodiments of Cassidy’s nightmare.

“Ok.”, Cassidy shrugged, and sighed.

“Is Nerissa ok?”, Halinor asked.

“Yeah.”, Cassidy responded.

“Well, bye. I’ll see you sometime.”, Halinor dismissed and began to walk away. Cassidy merely waved goodbye.

“By the way, take care of yourself and Nerissa, ok?”, Halinor added, then completely ran away from sight. Cassidy nodded, shivers were sent down her spine.

It was Halinor’s warning. A severe warning.

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