Young Writers Society

Chapter 11

Into the Creepiest Forest in Existence

[Evelyn]

Evelyn barely avoided punching the man's face in. She settled for slamming a fist down on the nearest table, the crappy plastic cracking in half like an eggshell as the table collapsed inward into two equally sorry looking pieces.

"You said it would take HOURS, now why did it suddenly become DAYS!!" she yelled, even though she immediately regretting raising her voice. It was pointless to shout at these morons. The man took several steps back as, holding his hands out in a defensive position.

"I'm sorry, I miscalculated," he said, "it's all I can do with the magical power that I have."

"Fine," she said, losing steam. "I'm just a little impatient, as you can see."

"Clearly," mumbled the man. Evelyn bit back a curse.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Nothing," said the man, straightening, "so what would you have me do?"

"I distinctly heard something," she said, narrowing her eyes. "But fine, as for what you should do, get out of my sight and return only when you've managed to crack open the case."

"Yes ma'am," he said with a quick bow and ran off.

She watched him go, plastering a look of disgust onto her face until he ran off. As soon as he was out of sight, she collapsed into the nearest chair. Things were starting to look even worse than she could have imagined. I might just have to go to this forest first by the looks of it. Ahh, why does everything have to happen in the worst order possible? First some stupid dirt controlling moron steals the case and now this. As if to remind her it was there, her chest decided to flare up again. And I get hit by a freaking organ rupturer from a shade of pink that should not be allowed to exist.

Okay this is enough waiting, I should get going tonight itself if I'm going to make reasonable headway on this. And this time I'm working alone.

Evelyn concentrated on her hands, testing her magic. The familiar crackle of her lightning flared to life, glowing its usual eerie green, shining brightly. Recharged. Let's get this over with.

She got up from her chair and moved towards her desk, which was thankfully still standing. She grabbed a flashlight, a few bags of chips and her notepad. Dumping it all in a backpack, she quickly changed into a fresh pair of jeans and a warm blouse along with the thickest sweater she owned. The forest was going to be chilly at this time of day. Opening up the drawer, she retrieved her small pistol and tucked in into the waistband of her jeans.

Looking around to make sure that she wasn't leaving anything behind, she shouldered her backpack and headed out to the hallway and made for Stevenson's office.

Looking around to make sure that she wasn't leaving anything behind, she shouldered her backpack and headed out to the hallway and made for Stevenson's office. She went through the usual wait before he finally said his usual 'Come in'.

She didn't even step inside, not wanting to waste a second more than was necessary.

"I've decided to start with the door, I'm going alone this time," she said, keeping her voice as monotonous as possible.

"Very well, be back as soon as possible," he said, not bothering to glance up from a paper he was poring over.

"Yes, sir," she said, before quickly turning to leave, the door closing with a soft thud behind her. She quickly made her way to the end of the hallway, walking through the wall and out into the abandoned house. Once outside, she concentrated on the outskirts of Casry, near where the woods had started. After a few tries, she managed to dredge up the old memory. In a quick flash of green light, she was suddenly standing at the edge of a forest.