Shrooms fairies and lepricans

There was said to be a house in the woods that contained magical mysteries, though anyone who has found it has gone missing and never to return again. Hidden so beautifully this house is gone.

The music was blaring so loud I knew I would have a monster headache in the morning. I scanned the crowd until I saw someone hot enough to dance with. He looked up at me and I realized I was staring, so I turned away and blushed. Cheeks hot with embarrassment, that's how Scranton found me in that noisy room. He looked at me with a look that I knew all to well, he got the stuff and knowing him he most likely stole it. We pushed through the crowd laughing at how clever we had gotten. Me and him have been partners in crime for years, we knew every trick, every lie, and every con, of the others. Being who we are has stirred up s**t so hard it leaves us reeling trying to figure out who we should be next. When your like us you never have the same name twice; My identity could kill, it's a terrible feeling out on the streets you are not safe. No one is kind until proven, never will I feel the thrill of acting my age. My childhood, which never began, is truly and utterly lost. The evil aren't evil until darkness consumes, them tearing up what kindness they have left.For they have once been just like everyone else kind, sweet, happy.

I stumbled out of the club just as a hand on my back grabbed me to start running. I was disoriented from drink, people were after us someone notice we stole them. I knew it was important, because Scranton almost never makes me run drunk. I had a difficult time missing mail boxes and people handing out fliers, Scranton was laughing loving the rush, me I was going to be sick. Behind my drunken a*s was two as the most muscular, scarey guys I had ever imagined. We had ran for a half hour down the streets of New York, I was proud that I was yet to puke.

"F****n' hell Dallie we made it! What a rush! And I got it! I got it all!" He was laughing as I tried to draw in breath. I had no idea what he was talking about anymore and didn't really care. I was irritated.

"What did you that for, I was having fun?" I said a little tick but that went away when he pulled out a bag of shrooms. Now I was excited, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck."Let's go do these in the forest!"

"Naw. It's f****n' cold lets go pay our friends a visit shall we?" He spun down the street, still energetic. A loud cab ride later we arrived at a glamorous hotel, the building had a total of 30 stories. We went up to the 21st floor to a big fancy room. Art was hung up beautifully on most of the walls, glass coffee table with streaks of coke down it, and five people crowded around it with straws in hand. All of us had the names of famous cities most of which we rob clean and left.

Scranton could have paid for the shrooms, and then some but he was were addicted to the rush on the chase, he thrill of the steal. Evil is so addicting I don't get how people can have fun obeying the law. I wonder how people stay sane doing the same thing day in and day out always knowing whats going to happen. Taking orders from c**k sucking morons in a blue outfit was not my idea of fun.
"Paris? Care for tea?" Scranton ask holding the bag of hallucinogenic fungus. What he meant was go make us us tea. But none of us actually said what we meant. She took it with a sly smile and left the
room.

"Oh, now we are going to be fucked!" Darrien shouted eyes red and popping out of his head. I laughed at him before convincing him to tone it down a bit, in fear of losing him. He was closest I got to a relationship though neither one of us pretended to be faithful. Plus I have reluctantly seen people OD and it is not a pretty sight. And it hurts so bad to lose anything, but to lose an actual person would be crushing. When my friend OD we had done all the same stuff she died and I lived, I still can't help but feel that she should have been the one to survive. After everything I have done.

"Here, drink this it'll be awesome I'm filming this time." Phoenix shoved the shroom tea in my cold hands, I smiled at the tingling warmth. Phoenix is the profiler of the group she can tell everything about a person by look at them. So she knew my ever emotion whether I wanted her to or not. She was a nosy nerdy girl that work the detail of our big crimes out, staring into people with big blue creepy eyes we don't normally take her with us places. We protected her from most things, but she always figures us out, all of us love her.
 I knew her well she could go on for hours, so I just drank my tea and laughed with everyone else. She would drop it until later, and I would eventually cave. We paried in the hotel before we decided it was okay to go outside.
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I tried to open my eyes, light blinded me, my head felt as if it was going to explode. Dizzy, I rolled over onto all fours, threw up a lot. Finally opening my eyes just enough to see I saw a piece of paper with in the throw up. I was in a forest all alone, without any clothing, that paper was all I had. So reluctantly I reached in and started to open the paper, it was small and yellowing as if it was old unless I had some coffee I couldn't recall. I heard a noise among the trees, was alarming as if some one was running as silently as could be. I looked into the green scenery, nothing was there, not a child, not a sound.

I was afraid of something these woods felt off, knowing I was not in New York, I couldn't help but feel I had been here a million times before. To take my mind off it I opened the paper, A nice little sentence in Latin written in a browning red.

Olim erat domus in silvis Lorem primo donec quisque peccavit.

Once upon a time there was a house in the woods, everyone was welcome at first until they hath sinned.

Was some one after me? This was freaking me out I had to get out of here. As I walked throung the trees I called for my friends by name, trying not to cry. I heard a jingling, it was oddly comforting, like tiny music, I was drawn to it. Walking toward it covering my nakedness, It was remarkably cold here, but when I stepped out into the clearing before me I was warm with sunshine.

The sunshine felt good against my frozen flesh, the grass was soft and sprinkled with many wild flowers. This was the most beautiful place I had ever seen, butterflies flew cover my field of vision more and more came. There was more colors that I knew about, some colors so bright and so new to me. I dared not move, until I felt something crawling over my toes. My heart skipped a beat I saw the grass moving shaking the flowers were wrapping around me grabbing me. It felt like they were trying  to become a part of me. They ripped and tore at my flesh as I struggled free, the butterflies were coming at me, so close I could see them for what they were. Turning from beautiful to terrifying, I saw tiny bodies attached to wings so unnatural looking. All were girls and all had pointy teeth and beautiful dresses, their helped the flowers into me.

One of them, that looked just like Paris, cut the flowers and tore the rest from me until I was scrambling away. Running as fast as my bloody feet would allow, I found a picturesque looking cottage. I recognize it I could not seek help in there, though a couple lights were on it looked empty. Taking my chances I looked in the few windows it had, seeing no one I stepped in side.

I took my time bandaging and dressing. Blood poured from me, as I thought about me and Scranton in Ireland. All five of us met that night at a party, drunk we drove into the woods, since a cop was close. We had found this cottage, filled with food and money, plus the most beautiful fabric I had ever seen. We took everything robbed the house blind, smashing windows and spray painting the walls. All of it for fun a sport to us, it was terrible. I was horrible ruining peoples lives for fun. Though the house was restored I could not help but feel terrible. Here I gone and did it again.

Reaching for the door I heard whispers of vile voices,they had an evil about them. As soon as I touched the metal of the door knob the windows closed and a lock was in place the door had a in side out lock. I could not get out all the light-bulbs in the house shattered, I heard laughs. Was it the fairies once more, I shuttered at the thought and grew desperate. I soon grew weary of pulling at the door, I calmed down and took a sewing needle and picked the lock. I undid the dead bolt and tried to open the door with no locks on at all, still it didn't budge.

"Ow!" something pricked me but I hardly had time to look down before I blackout. Slowly fading I saw children running past my vision. They were enjoy this. When me and Scranton broke in we had seen things of gold that were child size. Small furniture, knives, and shoes.
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"Olim erat domus in silvis Lorem primo donec quisque peccavit." A voice said resiting the words on the paper though I had lost it. It spoke perfect latin the ancient language that is hard to come by unless they are very educated. The voice was terrible it sounded like a threat.A rope gagged me as small hands and people I could not see took back their clothing. I felt on of them bite me their teeth was sharp.

"She's awakening! Let's begin the pain." the horrible voice said in perfect Latin I tried to scream but could not. Burning tears rolled to the floor as they backed away. "Burn the legend into her human flesh. Let it burn deep."

That horrified me to my inner core. I tried to work my hands through the rope that tied me to the floor. A burning senastion started on my inner thigh and grew until I could bare it. The burning continued for another hour. I struggles and cried trying to get away. Tiny hands and short figures made me think they were children.

They realeased my head I looked to find Latin writing burned into my entire two legs. It came close to my vagina, but didn't dare touch it. I barley knew how to read Latin I struggled to make out what it said. I was light headed and spinned until finally I gave up and my vision clouded up.
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The five of us were laughing so hard I was surprised we didn't pee ourselves. High from shrooms and some from coke. We laid in the clearing with the butterflies, they seemed to glow and swirl together. It was another world in the sky. Paris spoke to me in Persian since only we could understand. She dug into my feelings and I didn't care.

"I feel terrible. That's what's up. Scranton would have never done half the things he did if it weren't for me. You look glorious!" I looked at her blue eyes it looked like she was moving all over. Laughing out of control I grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth, then swung up to dance in the grass alone. she laughed at me as we all danced and drank rum in the cold night air.

Soon me and Paris had too pee soo we went in the forest and peed right where I awoke. We were laughing and talking about how weird pee was. Turned away from each other she screamed and when I turned around she was gone. Panicing I tried to call her name and my voice was gone I was a dream unable to run or talk. It was impossible to think straight I could remember what I was thinking about every couple of secounds. She was gone out of thin air.

We searched for her calling out to her, but she was gone it was impossible. She didn't deserve anything, we were the criminals she worked our computers. Why was she the first to go?

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I opened my eyes to a new environment, my eyes stun from tears, and sunlight. It was hot here, and I could barley breath. The children sat me up, in a chair. On my stomache they had carved a 4 leafed clover, I was a bloody mess from the beating I had taken in my sleep.


When we were in Ireland Paris suggested that we get money to go to New York. She went online to a over head view of the little town we lived in currently. That was when we all realized we could go anywhere and do anything. We also found out how to work together, each of us had a skill and together we learned more. Phoenix picked the lock to the front door of the cottage, and as we entered she profiled the house. She said we could take our time, so I tagged the walls. Houston and Scranton smashed windows. Paris on her computer hacked in to town records to tell us no one knew the house was here. No record of buildings in the forest what so ever.

I looked at the figures as they walked in the room, rather shocked that they were not children at all. They looked older than Scranton who was 23 and the oldest of the group. Fear ran through me as I wished Pheonix was here to profile them, Paris to look up their records, Houston to take them down. Since I didn't have them I would work my skill.

"I understand that you're upset about what we did. I'm terribly sorrey." I said trying my Latin. They scowled at me. "You don't want to do this. I may forgive you since you don't know who I am, though you shall untie me."

"No."

"Okay, your funeral."

"You forsake our holy place. Thou shall die after paying for your sin."

"Fine see if I care, but can I write a letter to my loved ones before I go? After that do what you will."

"I have heard of you and your devils tricks, you will die for what you have done." With that he started a projection. It looked like and old movie though it told what happend to the rest of  us.

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Author's Note

Work in progress not revised.