Sorry for not updating for so long. Blah. I've gotten carried away on MapleStory. I hope you like this version.

EDIT: Turns out, I accidentally deleted the conversation between June and Tai. I can't seem to find it in the story. So, the paragraph where you see a star, that's the conversation.

I couldn't bear to stay inside the house, especially after what happened. I felt insane; honestly, I am hearing voices, hearing goblin things, and being told I'm something I'm not. I actually killed a girl…not just any girl, but my best friend. The park could probably make me feel slightly better.

-flashback while walking-

The phone rang repeatedly. The type that doesn't seem to go away until you picked up the phone. I let it ring three times, before I was annoyed enough to pick it up.

"Heeey!" The familiar voice called. It was Tai, and she had a chipper voice, "Guess what?"

I stayed silent for a moment, before mumbling, "…What?"

"The whole school thinks she slept with the teacher! Haha, who would have thought it'd actually lead to her not getting her scholarship? She deserved it anyway."

I snapped out of my dazed state, "Tai?! You did that?! Why? Wh--"

"I thought you'd like…" she began to become silent.

"No! No, no. I didn't want that to happen, everything is just moving too fast right now. I just….I will have to talk to you later."

And just like that, I became hated by one of my only friends, and have been framed by the other….all on accident.

The walk there was long and difficult for me, though. The cold seemed almost unbearable to deal with. I kept making pit stops on the way there. Everything around me seemed to have a blue feeling. The trees didn't sway, the birds were gone, and some plants even died. Jeez, it was cold, but in reality, it was probably only a little under 50.

When I made it to the park, it seemed like a barren field. No one was in sight, and nothing seemed 'natural.' But it was probably just the winter. I sat on the small metal bench, and bundled up in my coat just to look around. The night she died, I just couldn't forget. She was begging me, practically, and I didn't care. I kept pounding her, even when I saw blood.

"You did nothing wrong, child." That familiar, serpent-like voice called.

This time, I didn't even pay attention to it. What can I do about it, anyway? What am I supposed to do? Nothing. Nothing at all. These things won't go away, and chances are, I'm going to be overtaken by this skin, by this monster. Minus well live it up, right? Hn, something a typical murderer would say.

The small, green, serpent thing moved up to my foot, "'Tis a simple reaction. Not that you can control who you might kill. It will become normal for you. So, accept it."

He looked at me with a greedy, somewhat taunting smile.

I guess it is normal. I can't control my fits of rage, I cant control anything anymore. I'm a sitting duck, just waiting for something to come and eat me up. The park wasn't the rescue I needed. Nothing looked welcoming; the trees were more than half way dead, the grass stiff and frozen, and I was sitting in the middle of the park, isolated from everyone, but I sat there, alone. Not prepared to stay, but not ready to go. I sat in the park an extra twenty minutes, until that familiar red poof of hair came strolling down the street, a little faster than usual, though.

This time, I didn't call him. It came on the news tonight…that a teenaged girl and a young adult male were found brutally beaten in an isolated alley. They didn't release any names, but I'm sure Shuuichi has a pretty good idea of who they were…well, the girl, at least. Anyway, like I said, I didn't bother him. He was most likely searching for her in hopes that his gut feeling was wrong, that he was just over exaggerating.

"Allison." He called from behind me. I felt my stomach tighten.

I pretended not to hear him, so I could regroup.

"Allison." he called again, this time coming around the bench, sitting next to me.

Something about his voice was off. He didn't have that pleasing, friendly tone, but he didn't sound angry.

"Oh, hi, Shuuichi." I felt him looking at me, even though I kept my head to the ground.

There was a long moment of silence before Shuuichi spoke again.

"Allison, what…what happened to your--"

"I don't know, Shuuichi." I look up at him, revealing the dry, green patches on my face. I myself was sort of shocked by his lack of reaction. There was no surprise gasp, flinch, look of disgust--nothing. He simply looked at me. I knew he wanted to ask questions, but he simply remained silent.

"Tell me, Shuuichi. What is wrong with me?"

He sits there, silent for a moment, "I am confused to why you are asking me, Allison." His voice seemed a bit lower than usual at the beginning, but he picked it up soon after.

"I know you know, Shuuichi." My eyes darted to his. Now, I was the one in control.

"This is an uncomfortable situation you've--"

"Tell me what's wrong with me Shuuichi. Ever since you've came, there have been weird things going on, and trust me, everything points to you. Tell me right now."

Shuuichi sits there, shocked for a moment, with a blank expression on his face.

"It's you and Yusuke, you two are always together when something weird happens. I can't sleep at night, and weird demonic noises has been--" I hardly caught myself. Sometimes, talking about things too much can land you right back into the passive seat., "I'm leaving."

I get up from the bench, and head into an unknown area. Perhaps I'd be able to lose him if he were to give chase.

"Allison." He said sharply.

"Leave me alone, Shuuichi. I will scream if you don't."

He stood there, half dazed, and half torn on what he should do.

"We must talk about this." He called after me, but I keep walking.

I decided to take the long and complicated way home, even though the cold was killing me. But I know this neighborhood way better than Shuuichi, so I could easily get away from him. When I reached the house, I went directly to my outhouse, and opened a notebook:

I have decided to create this journal because I don't know

How long I'm going to be able to keep up with myself.

'Orbelli' whatever the heck that may be, is supposed to take

Over my body. Does this mean the destruction and eviction

Of my soul? Or does this mean the take over?

I ran into Shuuichi today, and I demanded to know what was going on.

At first, I thought he thought of me as a nut case, but then, things

Started to click together. His lack of reaction, added to his willingness

To learn more, more so than thinking of me as an insane person only adds more

To my suspicion. He knows that something is wrong with me. I know he

Does. I feel it. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but, he might come after me.

I went outside less and less, and I started writing in my journal more. My body transformed more. A lot of veins became visible now--but only on the green parts of my skin. They were a dark hunter green, on top of patches of a pale green. How lovely. I was certainly turning into a plant. Maybe I could stop the process of my demise…by stopping the growth of the plant.

It's taken me this long to figure out how to slow the process of this nightmare.

I am turning into a plant like creature, and until I can find out

How to stop it completely, I am going to have to stop the vital

Keys of plant growth. This means, I can not go outside during the day.

I can not drink tons of water. I can not be in the right temperature.

Which would obviously be a warm setting, since I can't tolerate the cold for long.

However, in this process, I can not kill myself, so there

Will have to be some sort of leniency in these strict rules.

I took all the precautions to slow the process; turning down the thermostat, limiting my water flow, and ridding myself of all thick comforters, and only leaving myself with a few thin sheets. This is going to be hard, but maybe, just maybe, I will be able to reverse this mess, and talk to a girl named Genevieve tomorrow. She's pagan.

The night was long and hard, I was shivering non stop, and I dealt with unbearable thirst. And I just thought about it, but school will be starting soon, and that's the only way I can reach Genevieve. When the morning came, my skin was still patchy, but better than last night, the green was starting to fade, but only a bit. Still, it was noticeable.

The patches are starting to clear up.

Lets just hope it stays this way.

I didn't leave the house, at all. I just stayed on the internet looking for any urban legends or ancient myths that dealt with my health, and any cure that could help it. Only a weird site came up, talking about this place called Demon World. According to this, I am supposed to go there, kill thirty demons--loot their eyes, and get three quarts of their blood. Boil it. Then drink it. What a load of crap. Probably came from some freak who stays in an all black basement with a red light beaming over his--or her, computer, all the while wearing a vampire cape from last Halloween.

…Even if this person WAS right, how the heck am I going to get to a place like Demon World…better yet, how can I get back alive?

The next morning, I looked at the calendar in excitement. School was tomorrow, and I can finally meet with Genevieve to remove these patches, or even the appearance of them. I felt really bad, ironically. I shivered through the night once again, and my mouth has never been so dry, but the effects are clearing up rapidly. Am I actually killing this Orbelli person? The little goblins haven't shown up yet, maybe they are stuck caring for it? The pale green patches on my face and arms were still noticeable, but I could wear make up again, and it'd be convincing. I pile on the make up and rush outside, only with a thin jacket.

As soon as I open the door, the oh-so familiar goblin thing stood outside my door.

"No witch is going to help you. Master Orbelli is coming very soon, and there is nothing you can do to help that. Stay home…stay inside. I warn you, if you leave, your friends will surely kill you."

"My plan is working so far, and I'm sure I wont die." I shove my way past him, and run into my father's room, then outside. It was extremely early outside, it was still dark, matter of fact. But my built up energy was getting a bit out of hand, so some sort of exercise is needed.

The neighborhood was extremely eerie. Quiet. Empty. What should I expect, though? It's around 4am. I ended up running for about an hour, before I turn around to leave, where Shuuichi, along with Yusuke and Kazuma stood in the street. My heart raced, I swear, if it could beat any faster, my chest would explode. I felt my hands start shaking and I started to look around frantically.

"S-Shuuichi…" I speak softly, some what breathless.

"…Allison." He looks down at the ground, squeezing his fists, "…Tell me the truth."

"You know the truth, Fox." The kid in all black yelled from a tree.

"Did you kill her? Are you responsible for the other deaths in this town?"

"…No! what are you talking about, Shuuichi?" I back up a few steps.

"Don't make this more difficult…..tell me the truth…"

We stood there for a few moments, then we locked eyes. I couldn't look away, it felt like he was searching for something, then…it stopped. He looked away for only a moment, then back at me,

"Allison…I apologize."

I only blinked, and I felt my body literally being ripped apart, and a warm liquid running across my face. When I hit the ground, I barely felt it. The other pain was just too strong. I was suffocating, I tried so hard to breathe in, but I couldn't. I was mutilated and mauled by what ever Shuuichi has done, but I just couldn't die. I couldn't even scream. Another brutal came back, then another…and another. I could tell Shuuichi didn't want to continue doing this, but he had to. I'm not safe to have on the streets…

Epilouge

"This is Karen Hendrics, Channel 9 News. Multiple deaths have been increasing in the small town of Aussie, and one thing all the victims had in common would be their age. Each one of them were considered young adults, and lived in this small community. The victims names has not been released by the police, but we do have a testimony from one of the victims father, who's identity will also be kept classified. Before we get to that, the community's officers deliver this warning: Come straight home after school, and if you can not find transportation, walk home in groups, and do not leave home after dusk."

A middle aged man, around the age of 45, was in a dark room, only dark enough so his face was a complete shadow, and his voice, mutated to further protect his identity.

"Mr. , we understand this is a hard time for you and your family, and we give you our condolences, is there something you would like to say?" A reporter asks quietly, with the video camera rolling in the background.

"….Yes. Everyone believes that things wont happen to their families, that they are safe--even in Aussie, they are not. My daughter was an honor roll student, and a naturally good person. I've never seen her seriously angry about something, or in trouble with the wrong crowd, and she's dead…. When the police notified me that they have found a murder victim, and they believe it could have been my daughter, I automatically knew it was her….." The man began to cry, there was a long pause from the reporter, allowing him to grieve his daughter.

The reporter asked another question, "…How exactly did you know it was your daughter?"

The man reached in his pocket, and pulled out a small piece of paper, "The police have a copy of this letter…but, I found this on my nightstand in my bedroom." The man voice begins to crack, "'Dad…I know you've been wondering about how I've been for the past few days…but I'd be lying if I said everything was alright. It's not….I love you, Dad…but, for whatever reason, if I don't come back home tonight…I'm dead. Call the police--'" He couldn't even finish what he was trying to say, "Cut the camera." The scene went blank.

However, the place I was in was definitely new to me….everything was…different.

The End.