Young Writers Society

*This is the origin of a character from my story “31 Horrendous Halloween tales”. You can find that story underneath my folder “31 Halloween tales”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*

Introduction

In the town of Blakey Hill, there was a girl named Jazzlyn Diaz. Jazzlyn was well-liked by many kids in her school, with her infectious joyful nature. She never left anyone out of anything, even the overlooked ones were her friends.

There was nothing she loved more than Halloween. In Blakey Hill, everyone dressed up and did all they could to celebrate. It was an event that stuck in the town’s minds for many years.

Jazzlyn wore a unique, eccentric costume that was to die for every Halloween. On Halloween, she seemed much more lively and like herself than on any other day.

But could it be that she really was a monster?

Chapter One

Jazzlyn stretched her arms, the sunlight creeping in her window. It was daylight, so her room seemed a lot less depressing.

She looked down at her hands and willed for skin to cover up her coarse, pink lavender claws. She mustn’t let the humans know the truth, that much was clear.

Jazzlyn remembered the bright, sweet smile on Amoret’s face before things took a turn for the worse…

No! She shouldn’t think of it, she would fix it.

Jazzlyn would be Amoret’s best friend again! All she had to do was keep trying…

Chapter Two

FLASHBACK

Jazzlyn and Amoret were little girls, running through the dark forest. The other kids were scared, but they knew that it was just a forest. Nothing terrible would happen to them.

Both girls stopped in front of a deer that had blue and pink striped fur. It regarded the girls with calm, orange eyes.

“What is it?” Amoret asked.

“It’s a magical deer, obviously!” Jazzlyn snapped. How could she not see the plain and simple fact that was standing before them?

“You think so?” Amoret asked.

“I know so!” Jazzlyn responded.

Jazzlyn walked up to the deer and stroked its head. It closed its eyes dreamily, as unicorns did with young Princesses when they are petted.

“Why are you touching it?!” Amoret asked, a note of worry in her voice.

“Because it’s cute!” Jazzlyn said irritably.

Where was Amoret’s sense of fantasy?

Suddenly, Jazzlyn felt a stabbing pain in her hand and pulled back, feeling as though she would faint into the black Earth any second.

Chapter Three

Jazzlyn walked down the rickety stairs. She didn’t bother to look in the living room, she knew that her parents wouldn’t be there.

Jazzlyn blinked back tears in her eyes. It still pained her to think of them, writhing and screaming…

Snap out of it! Today is going to be a good day! Jazzlyn thought.

The whole school counted on her happiness to thrive. Kids looked forward to seeing her, she had to make their moments.

Chapter Four

IN THE BLAKEY HILL HIGH SCHOOL HALL

Jazzlyn had gotten herself fixed up for the humans and arrived at school early, to let the kids know to never be late. Most listened, some didn’t, but after a few minutes, the hall filled up.

As Jazzlyn walked, classmates would walk up to her and ask:

“What are you going to be for Halloween?”

“Are you having a Halloween party?”

“Can I come?”

And Jazzlyn would always respond with:

“That’s a secret until the Thirty-First.”

“I’ll have to see.”

“Sure, if it happens.”

The others would leave, slightly disappointed, but would still crowd her, eyes wide with desperation and desire. She wanted them all to scatter away like flies, but to see the pure fear in their bodies…no.

They didn’t deserve fear. They were just kids, they didn’t know any better. They were liked flies in need of dead meat. Incapable of thought, clinging to what was known and loved.

So Jazzlyn let them stay. They’d have to leave for their classes soon anyway.

Chapter Five

ELA CLASS

Just as Jazzlyn thought, the few kids scattered away once she stepped foot into the first class of day, ELA.

Mrs. Byrne was reading a book about a girl in a supernatural plight to the class. It was dark, but there were hints of funny moments, as nothing in school should be too much.

Amoret liked to read… Jazzlyn thought as she took her seat. She wondered if Amoret would have gone to the same High School as her if things had gone differently.

Chapter Six

FLASHBACK

Jazzlyn woke up, feeling quite woozy. The deer was gone. So was Amoret.

“Amoret?! AMORET?! Where are you?!” Jazzlyn called out, voice ragged and…hissing? Was there a hiss in her voice?

“Hello?” Jazzlyn tried again.

Yes, she did have a hiss.

Jazzlyn got up from the ground, she didn’t like sitting down.

Her hands…why were they claws?

Chapter Seven

AFTER SCHOOL

It was the end of the day for the kids at Blakey Hill high. Jazzlyn walked home alone, as she always did. Though many hung out with her at school, none of them were her friends.

In the distance, a girl flickered. A girl with the same dimples and dark brown eyes as Amoret, her lost friend.

Jazzlyn looked around. No one was there but her and Amoret.

She ran towards Amoret, wanting nothing more than to be with her close and only friend, for everything to be normal again.

Chapter Eight

FLASHBACK

No matter. Jazzlyn had to find Amoret.

She got up from the ground and ran in the woods. The trees seemed to stretch longer and longer, reaching out for her soul.

“Jazzlyn…” A voice said.

“Jazzlyn Diaz…”

In front of her was the deer again. Deep in her heart, Jazzlyn sensed that the deer was calling for her.

She stopped running and started walking. The deer would help. The deer would save her and bring back Amoret.

Chapter Eight

But when Jazzlyn tried to embrace Amoret, she disappeared right before her very eyes.

You know what you have to do to get her back. The deer whispered in her mind.

No, no she couldn’t do it. No one deserved to die, no one, not a soul! If she killed anyone, she couldn’t live with herself. She couldn’t do it, even if that person wasn’t the nicest.

You have to do it. The deer said. It seemed to be taunting her for losing Amoret, trying to mold her into a demon.

But Jazzlyn wouldn’t fall for it.

“You killed my loved ones and you impersonated my friend! I know that it was you now! Amoret is dead, she cannot visit me. You can go to Hell for all I care!” Jazzlyn yelled.

The deer laughed in her brain, knocking at her soul. She knew that it was smirking, she could feel it smirking. Deers didn’t smirk, but again, deers weren’t supposed to kill.

“Go away!” Jazzlyn screamed, holding her head. It felt like the worst headache in the world, the kind that would kill. Were people going to go outside and think she was crazy? Were they?

No one went outside. The deer was gone.

She was safe.

Chapter Nine

FLASHBACK

Jazzlyn was face to face with the deer. The deer grinned at her with sharp, yellowed teeth and said:

“Jazzlyn, I made you more. Look at yourself.”

The deer turned on its right side, which had become a mirror for Jazzlyn to look at. She screamed, not quite believing her eyes.

What stared back wasn’t a little girl, but a small, gray humanoid with large white eyes, black hair that almost covered the eyes, and muted pink horns rising from the head.

“What-what happened to me?!” Jazzlyn asked, thoroughly frightened.

“I made you more.” The deer said.

“Change me back!” Jazzlyn demanded. She didn’t want to be a monster, especially since Amoret was around. What would she think of Jazzlyn?

“Relax, Jazzlyn. You can become human if you just think about it. As for Amoret…she did not survive my brilliance.” The deer said.

“You mean she’s dead?” Jazzlyn asked fearfully.

“Why yes, certainly. But you can get her back and become a full human. All you have to do is…”

Chapter Ten

Jazzlyn made the walk back home, to where no one would wait for her. The day it all changed, she went after her parents. She could still remember their petrified screams, their wide eyes, the blood…

Why didn’t she control herself?

Chapter Eleven

FLASHBACK

“All you have to do is kill a classmate.” The deer said.

“Any classmate?”

“Any classmate. I just need young blood.” The deer said.

Jazzlyn backed away, panic crawling in her body like skittering flies. She had to kill someone? The deer needed blood?

“No. There has to be another way.” Jazzlyn said.

She turned on her heels and took off from the monster that pretended to be a friend.

Chapter Twelve

Jazzlyn sat in her bed, thinking back to the moment in the woods. She truly dreaded the thought of killing anyone, but what if there wasn’t any other choice?

She thought back to the deer in the woods. It had glowing orange eyes, like gemstones…

What if they could be removed?

Chapter Thirteen

The orbs were always glowing. The deer probably didn’t have a heart, because it was magical. Perhaps the eyes were like its heart. If Jazzlyn removed the eyes, then maybe she would save Amoret.

It was certainly worth a try!

Chapter Fourteen

Jazzlyn sat up from bed and sang the words that the deer taught her:

“Come to me, blue-pink deer

For you, I have no fear

I’m ready now, to tear it all down

So come to me, blue deer”

Her heartbeat quickened within. She hoped that it would work. She hoped that Amoret would come back. Maybe her parents would be back too.

Maybe everything would be fine.

Chapter Fifteen

FLASHBACK

Jazzlyn slammed open the door of her house, glad to be safe.

“Jazzlyn, what’s going on?” Mom asked.

“Nothing!” Jazzlyn said.

“Why are you dressed like a monster?” Dad asked.

“It’s fine!”

“Where is Amoret?” They both asked.

“Leave me alone!” Jazzlyn shrieked.

Why wouldn’t they stop asking questions? Why wouldn’t they just quit it?

Jazzlyn jumped in front of both of them and slashed her claws through their skin, silencing their words.

What…what…what had she done?

Chapter Sixteen

The blue, striped pink deer appeared in front of her, in all of its deceiving majesty.

“So you’ve chosen to kill someone?” The deer asked.

Jazzlyn nodded, crawling off of her bed. She wouldn’t dare say a word, for she didn’t want her secret to slip.

“Their name?” The deer asked.

“I can’t tell you yet.” Jazzlyn said. She was so close. All she had to do was reach for its eyes and-

“I’m always one step ahead.” The deer said.

Jazzlyn was pushed back into her bookshelf, wood and books crashing into her, giving her immeasurable pain, but not killing her. Another reminder that she was not human.

“You really thought that you could kill me, didn’t you?” The deer asked. For the first time, there was no calm in its voice. Only the rising anger of an irritated parent.

“Find a classmate to kill or Amoret gets it.” The deer snapped, before disappearing again.

As the deer began to disappear, she thought of its warning. Amoret was dead, but her soul could still be tortured. Jazzlyn almost wanted to give up, but she had been running her whole life.

Yes, Jazzlyn felt like sinking to the Earth, but she knew what the deer’s weakness was. Why would it attack her otherwise?

She had to find a better way to take the eyes, before it noticed and forced her to kill someone. Its eyes glowed with power, its eyes held all the light, all the life. Possibly Jazzlyn’s human energy.

Jazzlyn shuddered. The deer appeared in her dreams, warning her that if she slipped up, it would control her forever. All of her beloved classmates would die at her claws if the deer came for her.

She wouldn’t let that happen.

Chapter Seventeen

Jazzlyn stood in her room, pondering what to do. Was there anything she could do? Was she destined to be a thoughtless monster, forever and ever?

There was a crack on her bedroom wall. A crack that opened up into a world that was swallowtail red, the sweet, putrid scent of blood seeping through.

Swallowtail butterflies weren’t actually red, Jazzlyn knew that. They were yellow, like dandelions. But she always imagined them to be red. It seemed more natural for them than yellow.

Perhaps that was because the world was turning red for her. Either way, it was an escape.

Jazzlyn stepped through the crack, her last, dying hope.

Chapter Eighteen

“Jazzlyn! Jazzlyn, help me!” A voice called out distantly.

Not just any voice, but Amoret!

“Please, I need you. I’ve been waiting for so long.” Amoret pleaded wearily.

Jazzlyn ran as fast as she could, heart beating with the intensity of desire, of needing, of wanting, to save her friend.

Then, she flew with her ragged, torn black wings, too beaten by sorrow to fly properly.

Chapter Nineteen

FLASHBACK

Jazzlyn sank to the ground, staring at the twisted bodies of her parents, so much like the dolls she threw carelessly around the house.

SHE did it. SHE killed her parents. Just like a monster would, she killed her parents out of anger.

The tears came rushing out, clouding her vision. Her chest felt the pressure of cement being pushed in, stealing away her breath.

A blue, slightly pink light shaped itself in the room, forming into the deer Jazzlyn touched.

“You have to kill…” It seethed in her ears.

Jazzlyn shook her violently, for the sobs were still spilling out, choked and sickened.

“No? YOU CAN’T SAY NO TO ME!” The deer yelled.

Jazzlyn covered her ears, wishing to drown in blissful darkness.

She felt her wings being torn into raggedness, like the bones of her back breaking away from her body. Were her bones breaking? Was she dying?

“Say yes if you want it to stop.” The deer said calmly.

Jazzlyn did not speak. The pain would go away, she just had to wait.

Chapter Twenty

At the memory of torn wings, warm blood flooded from Jazzlyn’s back. But no, she wouldn’t stop. Saving Amoret was more important.

Her voice was growing louder, which meant that Jazzlyn was getting closer. She tried to fly, but her paper-like wings weren’t much help.

It was alright. She was almost there. Amoret’s voice was coming from a mud-filled hole in the ground, Jazzlyn could hear that much.

When Amoret’s hand reached from the muck as a zombie would to a living friend, Jazzlyn took it, no matter how dirty, sticky, and covered in mucus it was.

Epilogue

Though Amoret was saved and brought back to her parents, Jazzlyn still lived alone, a monster hiding in the darkness. On she went to school, dressed as a human, with a smile that always graced her face. The deer had lied, it did not give her a human life.

The deer in question had disappeared from sight, but she could sense it in her mind. It was far off, in another place. She’d had to use magic to find it. Find it so that no one else may be hurt again.

All she had to do was take the eyes.