"... there... go... hear me?" A voice spoke.

Marzy groaned in pain, slowly lifting herself up off the... seat?

Hold on. She observed her surroundings in confusion. She appeared to be in some sort of vehicle, being the only one in it aside from the driver. The driver. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Hey! Who are you? Where am I? Why-"

"There's no need to yell, lady, I'm right here! Calm down! I'm just the driver, all right, so don't bother with the questions. Got it?"

"But since you're the driver, you should know where I'm going. Sorry, let me rephrase that, you should know where you're taking me-"

"I SAID ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS!"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YELLING AT ME LIKE THA-"

"WE'RE HERE!"

"AND STOP INTERRUPT- what?"

The driver paused for a moment to try and regain his composure. "I said we're here. You can go now!"

"... Where?"

She could practically hear the driver rolling his eyes in frustration.

"The house! You're at the house for the party! Now get out, will you! You're wasting my time."

"Well, damn," Marzy muttered softly. "Rude much."

She hopped out of what she now realized was a tiny carriage she'd ridden in. Looking around, she noticed she was surrounded by nothing but trees, excluding the dirt path laid out in front of her. No, this can't be right. She turned around, ready to yell at the driver again, only to find that he was gone. Great, now I'm stuck here. Unsure of what to do, Marzy walked along the dirt path, hoping she'd be struck with some sort of luck.

Several minutes had passed and it looked like she was going nowhere. No matter how long she walked, everywhere she looked had nothing but trees. She was beginning to lose hope until she noticed a glamorous mansion a few feet away from her. Could it be...? Is this-

"-the place?" She finished aloud. Marzy was confused as to why someone like her would be invited to such a magnificent place.

"Maybe the invitation was for someone else?" She then shook her head, remembering that her name was written on the invitation. Speaking of, she still didn't know who "Kalla dé Jàvu" was.

I really shouldn't be here. She began to lose herself in her thoughts once again when she heard a voice call out.

"Marzy?! Is that really you? Hi!"

That voice ... I don't believe it.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!!"

What were the chances?

She looked to see a woman with long, honey blonde hair running up to her. She wore a white button up shirt that was tucked into a pair of yellow and white high waisted shorts, which were held by a matching colored belt. On top of that, she wore a yellow and white striped blazer and a pair of white sneakers. It was her best friend since childhood.

Dina Delüe.

"Wow, I didn't know you were coming to the party, too!" Dina yelled excitedly, engulfing Marzy in a tight hug. She attempted to return a hello but was unable to due to the lack of air.

"Oh! Renée's here, too! And Lorenzo! And... his friend!"

At the mention of her brother, Marzy perked up, allowing her friend to drag her to the mansion to see the three.

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As the quintet conversed happily amongst themselves in the comfort of the gargantuan mansion, there was a less fortunate group that wandered the plethora of trees, searching for the place of the party they were promised.

"It seems as though we've reached a crossroads."

"A crossroads? Marc, please, just admit that you have no clue what you're doing or where you're going."

"Ms. Valentino, I assure you, I know exactly what I'm doing and where I'm going. I will get us to the party. Now if you don't mind, I require some peace and quiet in order to get us to our destination quickly."

"Dear God, Marc, just let me handle this! Or Belella! Anyone but you!"

"Shut it, Nyström."

"Hey, here's an idea! Why don't you two not start a fight right now? At least wait until we get to the place."

"Charlie's right. If you continue on like that, then we'll all be lost in these woods forever."

"Ms. Demaio, need I remind you of what I just said-"

"Hello, there."

The five stopped dead in their tracks, looking around for the source of the voice.

"Over here."

They turned to see a ginger-haired woman in a Victorian styled maroon coat. Beneath it, she wore a basic white blouse and adorning her neck were several necklaces of different lengths and styles. She also sported some tan colored leggings, dark brown boots, and a pair of black latex gloves.

"Who are you and whose side are you on?"

The group looked at each other in confusion after hearing her second question and didn't know how to respond until a brunette wearing a pair of black shades came forth. He was dressed in a red coat with a bit of gold here and there, black pants with a strip of white on the side decorated with silver buttons, and a pair of black combat boots.

"Well, Miss...."

"Sene. Karra Sene."

"Well, Ms. Sene, my name is Marc Zenderich," He declared with great pride. He then gestured over to the men next to him, one with long, black hair slicked back, a white t-shirt, a coat a darker shade of lime green with two lines stitched into a crosshatch pattern where buttons would normally be and silver colored epaulets spurring silver threads. He also wore a pair of navy blue jeans and matching colored combat boots. The other sported platinum blond hair with a pair of goggles atop his head, a tangerine orange vest, a baby blue shirt with some sort of black binding around the shoulder area, forming an "x" shape. He finished off the look with some turquoise shorts and shoes.

"This here is Viktor Nyström and Charlie Svenson."

"Hello, Karra." They say in unison.

"And here," Marc began, directing Karra's attention over to the two women behind him. "We have Ms. Belella Valentino and Ms. Amy Demaio."

A stern looking woman with long black hair and large, oval-shaped glasses stepped up. She wore a white, long-sleeved shirt with its collar turned upward, a lilac cardigan, and a matching colored skirt that was long enough to reach the ground.

"Greetings, Ms. Sene," Belella spoke, her expression changing from that of interest to irritation at the sounds of Amy and Charlie snickering at her formality.

"What's so funny?" Karra asked the duo innocently.

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all," Amy laughed nervously. "Anyway, hey, Karra. I'm Amy!" The blonde pointed to herself, her smile beaming intensely. Amy's look was simple. She straightened her shoulder-length hair, wore a simple red and white jumpsuit, and a pair of red heels.

"Well then, now that we've introduced ourselves," Karra narrowed her eyes menacingly.

"Whose side are you on?"

Hearing Karra's voice grow sinister nearing the end of her question, the five looked on at her in fear.

"Um, Karra," Belella questioned. "What do you mean by 'side?'" The other four nodded their heads to signify that they, too, didn't understand. Karra glared at them in annoyance, reading their faces to see whether or not they were lying.

"We're not lying, Karra," Charlie assured her almost as if he had read her mind. "Honest!"

"Yeah," Viktor stepped in, "We're just here for the party!" With that, a thick silence overcame the group. No one dared to speak up, afraid of the consequences that may come about.

"Party?" Karra asked softly.

Marc, after recovering from being frozen in fear, spoke. "Yes, Ms. Sene! We-"

"We were invited to a party," Viktor interrupted. "By... Callie? Karlie?"

"Kalla," Mark snarled through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed at Viktor for cutting him off. "Kalla dé Jàvu."

"Yeah! That was her name!" Viktor declared nonchalantly, dismissing Marc's aggravated tone.

"Kalla... dé Jàvu." Karra said to herself. While the other four were busying themselves with conversation, Belella was quick to notice her change in both tone and expression. She noticed how Karra's brows furrowed upon hearing Kalla's name, staring intensely at the ground as if she was deep in thought. She could tell the name sparked a sense of familiarity in her and decided there would be no harm in asking.

"Karra, is something the matt-"

"Ah! Sorry," Karra exclaimed, flailing her arms frantically. "I tend to space out a lot. Anyway, come with me!"

"But Karra, we have somewhere-"

"-To be? Yes, I know. Amy, was it," Amy nodded her head in confirmation. "Well, I promise I'll get you to where you need to be. However, in order for that to happen, I need you all to do something for me."

Charlie came forth, a clear look of suspicion on his face. "And why should we trust you?"

The other four subconsciously agreed with his question, starting to come up with ones of their own, when they heard the sound of laughter. Their faces contorted into a fearful expression upon realizing it was coming from Karra. Her laughter grew louder and louder, distorting itself from happy to sinister within seconds. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at them, grinning evilly.

"What choice do you have?"

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A/N: I presented the story in class today and it was an absolute mess lmao.

Also, I'll be doing daily updates since I already have a bunch of it written already.

I love this story so much.

Marzy is my son.