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Monday, July 11, 2016

Justine's Capture, Chapter Six by Alexia Purdy and Emily Walker




Chapter 6




Justine frowned as she took the steps two at a time. The freshie girl was stuck in ISD and now she had no one to take the fault on what she was planning to do next. Mr. Robinson had passed her by earlier and eyed her with a grin that made her want to strut her stuff and shake her butt all of a sudden. So she did that all the time, but this time she hadn’t thought of doing it after almost getting caught smoking during class by him.

She wondered if the unplanned sashay had anything to do with Mr. Robinson. Maybe he had some kind of male sire magic to him. He was here, wasn’t he? How did he make it through a day without getting tripped up by a siren? Any man could fall over his feet over such females of great manipulative powers. He had to have some sort of protective charm on him or immunity to sirens to even work here.

He was the only man who worked here. That had to say something. It rose her suspicions tenfold and an idea popped into her head that brought back the wicked smile she constantly had pasted on her face.

Mr. Robinson was going to be a fun project.

Once he disappeared around the corner, Justine felt the unexplainable urge to strut her stuff wear off. She sucked in a breath, feeling dizzy and diaphoretic. Almost sick. This was odd. She never felt the effects of charms or anything other than what her teachers exposed her to. This wasn’t that. It felt like something had hit her like a freight train and smashed into her. She leaned against the wall waiting for the nausea to subside.

The class going on behind the door she was next to and she happened to peer into it finding Blair still pressed against the wall, unable to move.

“Freshie meat. You might have to wait.” Justine shook her head as she moved and noticed it was a class being punished with ISD. How had Blair ended up in there? That freshie was a squeaky clean goodie two shoes if she’d ever seen one. The girl could do no wrong. Justine knew the type. She’d corrupted many girls like Blair and gotten them stuck in ISD more times than she had fingers. Blair wasn’t even under her control yet and she had found herself in there? Something was up.

“Ha, ha. That’s right. You’re stuck in there until the bell rings.” Justine waved and winked to the girl again through the window, throwing Blair her best rubbing salt in the wound smirk she could muster. At least she was already feeling better. 

Hearing footsteps behind her, Justine bolted from the doorway and headed toward the powder room. If there was one place no one would dare tell her not to be, it was the powder room. This day had lasted an oblivion and she was ready to hightail it out of this prison-like institution. She’d done her time here. Two years was enough to be a fully trained siren. The third year was more like finishing school for failures. Like for girls like Blair who needed a dose or two of refinement. Lord knew Blair was almost beyond repair. She reeked of nerd girl without a clue.

Justine, on the other hand, was a debutante. Born and raised in mansions and flying across the world to attend the fanciest of parties more than attending school. She’d eaten the finest foods, worn the most expensive brands of clothing, gone to all the hip parties before she’d turned eighteen. Then…that’s when it all went to hell.

She’d been sent here, to the School of Sirens. Apparently, her adoptive parents had failed to let her know that when she came of age, this would be her destiny as the offspring of a siren. Blasted parental units had ruined her life but it was of no consequence. Here, she reigned supreme and had successfully rose through the pathetic ranks of other sirens to rule at the top. Once she graduated, it was back home for more partying and shopping galore. This was merely a side trip, the scenic route for her to adjust to her Siren powers. Now that she had “adjusted” enough, each day was a major bore and it was unbearable torture to put up with her last months here.

She’d get herself out of here as fast as possible the moment she was released from this godforsaken place. Then she could resume her fabulous life and leave the pathetic people to their vices. She had her own stuff to get in to.

But first. There was plenty of time for shenanigans before responsibility took hold and that’s exactly what she was planning to do. Especially since her new target, Blair, was just about to come out of ISD; the period bell was about to ring. She had to grab her, befriend her, and corrupt her to all hell before week’s end. This would be incredibly fun and exciting. She hadn’t had such a fascinating target since, oh, since that one dreadful redheaded girl who couldn’t stop tripping on air had turned out to be a failed protégé. Not everyone was built to be perfected. Not everyone worked out in the end with Justine’s dose of refinement. 

When the redhead dumped her entire lunch on Justine’s new skirt, that was the end of that venture. She belittled the redhead until the girl literally looked one-foot-tall and she ran out of the lunchroom bawling her eyes out.

Justine smiled wickedly to herself. Nothing gave her more satisfaction than squishing newcomers down to a sullen mash to feel her superiority. It was great fun and she wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.

But, she needed someone a bit sturdier to torture especially since Mr. Robinson was part of the plan now, too. Everything was falling into place nicely and as the rush of students poured out of the classrooms to the last class of the day, Justine kept her eyes peeled for her new victim. Blair had no idea what was about to hit her.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

Justine's Capture, Chapter Five by Alexia Purdy and Emily Walker




Blair had watched Justine's skin change from its gorgeous tan to a grayish zombie color from her chair across from her. It was like a rippling effect that spread from her blonde locks and over her entire body. She could see magic radiating off of Justine in clear waves, surely the teacher could see through her act. Of course it was possible Miss Lola Ruby didn't care what her students did.
Despite being disgusted by her blatant lack of respect for the teacher, Blair had to admit she was impressed. The sick charm thing she did worked and she could see her skipping down the hallway as soon as she was out of the classroom.

"Miss Lola Ruby." Blair had raised her hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?" Having taken her spot cross legged back on top of her desk, the small woman sat with her eyes closed. She waved a hand lazily that Blair took to mean she could go.

That was way easier than whatever the hell Justine did. Blair thought as she walked towards the large double doors. There was no rhyme or reason to her following Justine. It was pretty much apparent to her that Justine hated her. She was just too curious for her own good.

Now as her throat still burned from the first cigarette she had ever put to her lips, she witnessed Justine pull another charm, but this time on the opposite sex. Isn't that what Sirens were made for?
Blair shook that thought away, Justine was bad news, plus it wouldn't have killed her to say thank you for the quick cover she gave her. Even if Justine had gotten them out of trouble, she had tried to help.
Standing in the hallway as Justine went towards the powder room, Blair started to head back to class, but she heard something strange.

She felt compelled to see where the noise was coming from. It was humming but a high pitched strange humming sound. Peeking around the corner she saw Mr. Powell holding what looked like a glowing rock. It was oval and seemed to almost pulsate in his hands. The humming was coming from the rock and the whole thing was very creepy.

“That’s right Robinson, you tricked that little silly girl. She thought she had you, but not with this. Not with my tiny little pretty rock.” He laughed in a way that chilled Blair to the bone and leaned against the lockers throwing his head back.

If it wasn’t so unsettling, it would have been funny the way he looked so unhinged. Compared to the person he had been outside it was a complete one eighty. He wasn’t moving, he was still laughing. She was stuck to the spot unable to look away from him and not really sure what to do.
Finally, he moved away from the lockers and walked towards her. She panicked and threw the door behind her open falling inside and shutting it behind her.

Of course she had stumbled into a full classroom of girls and they were all lined up on the other side of the room staring at her. There wasn’t a teacher in the room so she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. One girl finally spoke up and she noticed they all had their hands by their sides and their heads back.

“What the hell are you doing in here girl?”

“Dodging a teacher,” It wasn’t a lie.

“You picked a bad place to dodge a teacher,” another girl said and they all started to laugh. There was no way to know what she was talking about so Blair decided to get up and just leave without further information.

When she stood an overwhelming force pulled her towards the wall. She tried to run for the door and her shoes slid across the floor. The door was getting further away until she was finally pulled back to the wall at the end of all the girls and her head was pulled back and her arms fell down by her sides.
She tried to move and found that she couldn’t. There was no way to free herself and now she knew why no one had moved and there wasn’t a teacher.

“What is this?” She asked as she was forced to stare straight ahead?

“ISD,” the laughter started again.

Blair had been there before so she knew what was going on. She was in the most bizarre form of in school detention that probably existed and she was just going to have to wait it out. Justine chose that moment to walk by the door, and look in probably because she was planning on making fun of the others in the room, but when she spotted Blair her face lit up.

“Great,” Blair said grumbling.

“Oh she hates you too does she,” There was a small red head girl to Blair’s right, at least she thought that was what she looked like. “She’s made my life hell since we arrived here, I was kind of wondering why she’d backed off. It must be because she’s messing with you now. I’m sorry.”

“No talking,” Justine’s face in the small glass window of the door had been replaced by a very angry older woman. The teacher pointed at them slamming her finger against the window and then moved off.


Blair found herself thinking about Mr. Robinson and his strange glowing rock. What had he meant he’d tricked the girl. She also wondered how long ISD would last. 

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Justine's Capture, Chapter Four by Alexia Purdy and Emily Walker



Justine tapped her blinged out pencil furiously on her fuchsia notebook. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she exhaled loudly with a yawn to boot. The teacher, Miss Lola Ruby threw her a reserved look that made it clear she was one flinch away from snapping at her. Justine didn't care. Real world problem solving for Sirens class was the last class of the day and she was so ready to jam it out of there. Not only was she bored to death, but she had things to do, places to go and a hot teacher to harass after school.

Peering around the room, she realized no one else was paying much attention. Maybe she could get out early today. Somehow she had to trick Miss Ruby into letting her go, but how? Justine strained her mind, tapping her temple as she concentrated on the task at hand. She’d have to feign injury for sure. Or sickness. Either would do. But she had to be convincing.

She remembered a charm she’d scan over in the library, one of the few times she ever stepped into that wretched place. It was a skin color shift charm, perfect for when one was in peril and had to act normal to entice their prey in. Such a charm was rarely needed nowadays with the ban of using a siren’s magic to lure men to their doom, but its existence was there nonetheless. It was perfect. She’d modify it though, change it to make her sickly instead of the picture of health.

Good thing her photographic memory came in handy at a time like this. Not many other girls could recall a spell or charm in a millisecond like Justine. It was her saving grace. She never studied but she made sure to scan the books at least once. That’s all she needed for perfect recall later in a test.
Placing both her hands over her face, she mumbled the spell softly into her palms. The clamminess of her breath against her palms made her face sweat and she could feel her skin tingle underneath her fingers.

“Justine?” Miss Ruby’s voice cracked as she called to her from across the room.

“Yes, Miss Ruby?” Justine’s came out muffled from behind her hands. She wanted Miss Ruby closer, enough to see just how sickly she was.

“Are you alright my dear?”

Her voice wavered in and out, like she was suffering from laryngitis. But she wasn’t. It was just an annoying tone that felt like fingernails against a chalkboard. It made Justine shudder.

“I’m not feeling so good.” Justine felt her teacher’s presence near her and finally pulled her hands away from her face.

There was an audible gasp shifting about the room, including from Miss Ruby. The petite strawberry blond woman lifted her fingers to her lips while her eyes bulged out like a bullfrog as her mouth dropped open.

“Oh, dear,” she said, paling before their eyes.

“I’ll just…go to the nurse’s office.”

“Yes… of course, do you need an escort?”

“No, I’ll manage.” Justine threw her a weak smile, making sure to hunch over her binder as she headed out the room as quickly as a slow pace would allow her. She had to make it agonizingly slow or they would know she was faking. That wouldn’t be tolerated.

Finally shoving the door shut behind her, she breathed out a deep, rapid breath, blowing away the charm from her insides. Just as fast, her complexion cleared and the vibrant creamy rose skin appeared where once was a sickly green reptilian color.

She’d done it. She was free.

She practically skipped down the hall, filled with an eagerness to pop a cigarette into her soft mouth and puff to her hearts’ desire. Screw the no smoking policy on campus. She knew just where she could tuck herself away and not be seen by anyone. There was a small staircase that led down to the shore where the crashing waves had dug out a minuscule cave that when the tide was right, like now, one could sit comfortably in it and spend the rest of the day huffing whatever drug was available.
She dumped her binder underneath the stairwell in a natural shelf of rock. Making her way down the stairs, she cursed at wearing high heels and yanked them off before she managed to kill herself on the steep, metal stairs. Halfway down, she heard a voice behind her.

“What are you doing?”

Justine swerved around and squinted into the sunlight. She pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and slapped them onto her face staring hard at the intruder.

“What the hell? Blane, Blandy, whatever your name is. Get lost.”

The girl folded her hands and narrowed her beady eyes at her. “It’s Blair and you’re skipping class, aren’t you?”

Justine rolled her eyes and waved Blair off. She turned back and made her way down to the sandy strip of beach where she tossed her shoes against he rock and headed toward the cave.

“Wait! You’ll get in trouble you know.”

“Oh shut it. They don’t give a damn where I am. I’m sick today.”

Justine shoved her skirt down and sat down against the edge of the cave. The inside was despicable, full of cigarette butts and garbage. Someone was going to have to have garbage duty and sure as hell wouldn’t be her.

“You’re not sick. You look fine to me.”

Blair crossed her arms and hovered near the edge of the cave. Her long blonde hair fluttered in the ocean breeze, messing up the half ponytail she had slicked back. She tried in vain to hold her skort down, it kept flipping up against the turbulent wind.

“Oh for crying out loud, move! You’re blocking the view.” Justine spoke through her closed lips, a cigarette already pressed between her red lips. Lipstick stained the edges of the cigarette as it hovered, barely gripped in her mouth. It stuck to the lipstick like glue.

Blair moved, heading to stand against the wall opposite from Justine.

“You’re smoking?”

Justine lit the stick and sucked in a deep breathe before pulling it from her mouth and blowing out the stinky smoke up toward Blair. It didn’t touch her; the air fluffed it away toward the sea.

“What’s it to ya?” Justine inhaled again and studied her new classmate. The girl was god awful plain without any make up and her straw like hair in disarray. She needed an emergent makeover in a bad way.

In an uncharacteristic movement, she held out the cigarette. “Want a puff?”

Blair’s eyes widened as her eyes moved toward the stick. They lingered for a moment looking hungry yet apprehensive.

“Oh come on, one hit won’t kill you. You have to have more than a pack. It’s not weed either so what the hell you all jumpy for? Lord knows I could use a hit of that.”

Justine hacked out a cough and waved Blair down. The girl complied and slipped down into the cool sand beside the senior student. She dusted off the gritty sand already sticking to her legs and moving up her thighs. She pulled her legs to her chest and peeked over to Justine.

“Take it. You can do it.” Justine smirked, a wicked look pasted on her face as she watched the newbie take the stick and place it to her pretty little mouth.

What a freshie. So uncorrupted. So naïve. Maybe she needed some corrupting.

Blair sucked in a breath and choked, hacking out a lung as she held the cigarette back to Justine.

“You’re just dreadful.” Justine shook her head and laughed.

***

They headed back up the stairs in silence. Both unsure of what the other’s motivations were. Still, It had been a refreshing afternoon and if they hurried, they would be able to blend into the crowd as the day’s classes ended.

When they reached the top of the corroded metal steps, they hurried towards the building, keeping an eye out for teachers. Once there, they swiftly took the corner toward the main entrance when an abrupt voice stopped them in their heels.

“What are you girls doing over here?”

Busted.

Justine’s eyes narrowed as Blair’s did the opposite. Both began muttering their answers in unison.

“Just got lost, Justine was helping…”

“Nothing, I have no last period. I don’t know about this here freshie.”

They both stopped and glanced at each other in disdain. Well there went their moment of connection. It was already back to the way it had started.

Mr. Powell, aka Mr. Dreamy eyed them both full of suspicion. The rush of students could be heard behind him as they exited the building and chatted without a care in the world. Justine clenched her fists, hoping to join the crowd than get written up for skipping class. The way things were looking, she had to think fast and do something or she’d be in huge trouble.

Justine doesn’t get in trouble. She’s a good girl.

The thought brought a wickedly seductive smile onto the girl’s face and she stepped forward, placing a hand on Mr. Powell’s shoulder and flashing her deep blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Powell. Or is it Richard? I can call you anything you want. Fresh…err…Brandy got lost and I was showing her back to the main hall through an alternate route so she won’t get lost again, that’s all.” She fluttered her eyelids and sent a submission charm into Mr. Powell. No man was immune to the power of Sirens. Even a School of Siren’s teacher. Just in case, she shoved a lot more power into the charm as she kept eye contact with the gorgeous man.

Come on…work already!

Mr. Powell gave Justine a confused face as he studied her eyes. He then proceeded to flick his gaze toward her slender pale hand pressed softly onto his favorite blue button down long sleeve shirt. He didn’t melt under her gaze or stupefy. In fact, he pointedly returned her look and smiled, flashing the whites of his teeth as he gently reached up to take her hand and moved a step away to let her go.

“I understand, Miss Justine. It’s mighty generous of you to show Miss Blair around. Please try to stick to the scheduled classes in the meantime. No sense in rubbing off bad habits on the new girl on the first day.”

With that he turned toward Blair, gave her a short nod and grinned. “Welcome to the School for Sirens, Miss Blair.” He spun on his feet and marched away back around the front of the school, disappearing around the corner.

Blair flicked her eyes toward Justine, hoping the girl would thank her. Instead, Justine threw her an acid stare and huffed away before calling over her shoulder while leaving Blair behind.


“Don’t be a sucker, freshie.” And flipped her the bird.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Justine's Capture, Chapter Three by Alexia Purdy and Emily Walker






Good job Blair, she thought to herself as she climbed the five hundred stairs to her first class, you already made an enemy

There were signs on the walls beside the stairs that said to keep going and burn calories. That must be why their classes were so far apart. Each class alternated being on the top floor and the bottom floor of the building. She wondered what was in between on those floors. 

Her agenda said Mesmerizing 101 sandwiched between a trip to the powder room and Beginning Mild Control. These were classes she was taking now? What ever happened to Algebra or History? College was going to be a lot different than she thought it was going to be. At least her new blonde bestie wouldn’t be in this class, she was pretty sure from her overall demeanor that the bully was an upperclassman. Here she thought bullies were a thing for high schoolers to deal with. 

Mesmerizing was taught by a tiny red headed woman who currently sat atop her desk with her legs beneath her staring at the wall in the back of the room. Blair took a seat and put her book bag beneath her desk. The other girls trickling in had purses instead of book bags and most of them wore skirts and tight shirts. If these girls were just finding out what they were like she did, then how did they get the dress like sluts memo? 

Once the classroom was full of chattering girls that already seemed to know one another the red head floated up from the desk and moved behind it to write on the board. 

She wrote Angel Blossom and pointed to it with the chalk. 

"This is the name I am choosing to go by this semester." Blair looked around to see if anyone else thought this was strange, but they just stared ahead. AB, as Blair decided to call her wrote the word mesmerize really big beneath her name on the board. 

She walked back around to the front of the desk and leaned against it. Her dress settled around her feet pooling over her shoes. It was thin enough to see through and the straps were very thin. The body hugging dress would have given Mrs. Pointer, her Home Room teacher, a heart attack. 

"Mesmerize has a few different meanings. It can mean to transfix someone, hold their attention, enchant, or hypnotize." She moved away from the desk and started walking in between the student’s desks leaning into each girl as she spoke.

"You will dazzle, bewitch, charm, and captivate." She yelled each word as she spun around talking to every girl. Blair begin to feel transfixed, she couldn't look away from the woman. Every part of her told her if she even blinked something bad would happen. Angel Blossom suddenly turned around and the feeling was gone. She looked around at all the blinking girls as the little red head made her way back to the front of the room.

"How did you do that?" A shorter girl in the front with pig tails and a tight blue dress asked her.

"Mesmerize, enchant, fascinate, grip, bewitch.  That’s how you felt and that was just a little bit of what you will be capable of when you reach full potential. I am sorry to transfix you girls like that, but the only way to really show you is to show you. Imagine the ability Sirens have over men if they can look at them and make them want to turn over all their worldly possessions. That’s why you come here, to learn to control it.

“What if we want a man to worship us?” Another girl in the front spoke up this time. She had long brunette hair and wore a crop top with a long skirt.

“Then that is abusing your powers my dear and highly frowned upon. We want you to learn how to control your powers and be a normal citizen of this great country.”

“I thought we came here to learn how to use our powers.” The girl with the pigtails was talking again. 

“This is kind of a rip off if you ask me lady. What are my parents paying you for?”

The girl stopped talking and stood from her desk to go stand in the corner. Blair assumed the teacher had mesmerized her again but no one acknowledged it. The rest of the class went by with Angel Blossom giving a little bit of the history of the Siren and talked about all the things that went wrong when one abused her powers. 

Blair headed down the stairs to her powder room break thinking about all the horrible things Sirens had done over time. She really had to pee and it would be good to do something normal even if that was just using the bathroom. When she reached the powder room however, there weren’t any toilets. There were floor to ceiling mirrors, robes, and scales. 

“Where do you pee?” She asked herself but a girl walking in behind her said, “The bathrooms are outside the front door on your right. There’s going to be a really long line between classes so you should hurry.”

Normal bathrooms in normal places would be too much to ask for. Blair sighed, this was going to be a very long day.