The Cursed Ones

Okay guys. I'm trying to figure out which way I want to end the story, to start the next one. This one I wrote right after a reading marathon and history homework. Not exactly relevant, but I thought I would mention it anyways. So after you read both ending, tell me which one you like better. This is Alternate Ending 1.




One day, about two weeks after the 'accident', I was holding Lizzie's limp hand again, when I felt her fingers slowly wrap around my hand. It was slow, but I could feel it. "Alex. ALEX!!!!" I yelled. He came bursting out of the back room. "What? What is it?"

I couldn't keep the look of happiness and nervousness off my face. I have no idea what it looks like, so don't ask. Please. "She's gripping my hand. She's moving." I said softly, looking back at Lizzie, slightly worried but mostly happy.

He went to the other side of her bed and checked her vitals. “It looks like she may be waking up.” As he was saying that, her eyes fluttered open. “Jazz?” she croaked softly.

I could feel my eyes watering. “Yeah. I'm here.” I placed my head on her hand, trying my best to control myself.

“Careful Jazz. Just because she's awake doesn't mean she's out of the clear.” Alex said, giving her a shot.

“Jazz. Jazz I have to tell you.” she said. I could hear the strain in her voice as she tried to sit up.

“No no, lay down.” I said, gently pushing her shoulders down.

“No Jazz, you have to know.” she gasped.

“Know what? Know what Liz?” I asked, searching her face. I heard the door open, but didn't look away from her face. Her head turned slightly, and paled even more. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me down to her. Her mouth was right by my ear.

“It was me. I brought them here, but it was an accident. I didn't mean to. Don't let them take anyone else, they only want me.” she whispered.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Just trust me. Please Jasmine. Trust me. If you want me to live, don't try and save me.” “I don't-”

“Behind you.” she whispered.

I whipped around, ripping my shirt out of Lizzie's grasp, and saw what looked like a zombie of sorts. He looked like a zombie, but more human. He walked normally, and didn't look as maggoty as the ones you normally see in movies.

“Jazz!” Lizzie screamed as I drew my sword. “Jazz. Don't, do anything. I tried to tell you. If you kill one of them, they'll kill you and me, and the entire camp.”

I looked back at her with a pained look. I was having an internal battle. It felt like my head was going to explode, but I finally made a decision. I sheathed my sword and turned to give Lizzie hug, but she was gone. I turned around and saw the zombie dude carrying her to what looked like a portal.

I caught a glimpse of her face before she disappeared. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed peaceful, until he stepped sideways into the portal, her feet going first, and her face contorted into pain. I heard her faint scream before she was gone and the portal disappeared with a pop.

I ran to the spot where she disappeared. My visioned blurred and I fell to my knees. I placed my hands on the ground as my shoulders shook with sobs. “I can't believe it. I had her back. I had her, and she disappeared. Again. And I can't do anything about it.” I said to myself under my breath.

I felt a hand grip my arm and raise me to my feet. Except, my limbs had turned to spaghetti, and I just fell back down in a heap. I literally, had no control over my body. “She went into shock. Help me get her to a bed.” I felt two pairs of hands raise me this time, and half drag, half carry me to the infirmary before I blacked out.

Lizzie's POV

I was laying on a table. The metal was cold, and whatever I was wearing was too thin to block out the cold. Restraints were holding my wrists and ankles down, an I had some sort of band on my head keeping me from moving my neck. The walls were white, the ceiling was white, there was no color anywhere.

I pulled on the restraints to see if maybe they were loose, but nope. Why would they be loose? Not with my luck. I tried to remember what has happened, but the more I thought about it, the more it drifted away. It was like when I tried to think about it, something made it disappear so I couldn't remember.

I started to panic, and tried desperately not to think about anything important to me. Like Jazz. No. Think of something else before she disappears. Concentrate on the white walls. Look for a pattern. Don't think about anything. I had a scary thought. What if I dream about something and it disappears?

So I tried to be a zombie. Don't think, don't feel, just stare into space.

Third Person

Outside the window, behind Lizzie, three men compare notes. “If we do this for too long she will crack. And go insane.” said the man on the right.

“If we stop it too early though, we won't get the data we need to cure them.” said the man on the left.

“I say when we stop, I say when she leaves. After we've done our research, we will restore the memories she's lost, erase the ones from here, and send her back. Now, her vitals are normal, for now, until we don't feed her. When we give her the water tube, she won't know it. We'll put her in a trance, and give her water through the IV.” said the man in the middle.

“And sooner or later she'll get hungry enough to get desperate and we'll see what she does. Jake, is the headband secure?” asked the man on the left.

“Of course John. I double checked.” Jake said. “That is the whole reason we're doing this.”

“Just double checking, cause if it isn't secure when she starts to get desperate, it could break or come off and if it does,” he pointed at Lizzie. “That girl will either be in a psych ward the rest of her life, or she'll die.”

Notes

What do you think? I'm leaning more towards the next one. Stay tuned! It should be up in a minute.