Chapter One

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Why did she do this? Why did she let her feelings overtake her? There was an abyss of darkness, as she realized she wasn't where she should be.

"You agreed that justice doesn't exist. Did you really think I'd be welcoming you with open arms? No," she squinted when the face of someone came to light. "You sealed my powers away, which I wasn't happy about."

"So, congratulations on being robbed of your body. I get to torture Jackson, while you get to have bloody hands," it laughed. She felt disoriented, before fully grasping who that person really was.

"Soon enough, you'll be dead, just like I was ten minutes ago."


In Claymore, they wished it could be normal. Where you could have peaceful neighbourhoods without the constant worry. However, peace did not exist in Claymore.

People assume that there isn't because of bickering. No, it wasn't because of the bickering. Claymore had something no other town had, which was a serial killer.

This wasn't the type of serial killer where she'd do it without reason. Everything Aubrey Prices did had a reason, which started with torturing Jackson Kenny. Nobody knew why this young girl had gone after Jack, but he knew why.

Sitting in his wide office, Jack narrowed his eyes at the latest death. Jack had been the head police chief, which is technically considered the mayor. That meant he had all of these murders on his back, while dealing with Aubrey's endless taunts.

"Quite unfortunate that I killed your best friend. Maybe next time you shouldn't talk to him. I thought you'd understand me by now?" Aubrey snarled from the doorway, a devious grin on her face.

"Don't you ever want some peace?" he spat, Aubrey laughed scornfully.

"Don't act innocent, Jackson. We both know you killed my parents," Aubrey sneered."They bullied you in high school? You're pathetic."

Aubrey faced her palm directed at him. Jack felt an invisible force punch him in the gut, sending him flying into the wall.

"I may be a psychopath, but you're an idiot, Jackson. Don't you get it? It's time for you to die," Aubrey laughed, while Jack froze.

"I'll kill you first," he snapped.

"Threatening a child? Isn't that the same as abusing Amaris O'Rally?" Aubrey challenged, Jack widened his eyes, wobbly standing.

"How do you know?" he asked as he felt his body soar across the cold floor.

"I'm intelligent," Aubrey gloated, Jack wobbly lifted himself, his head spinning.

"Is this because of your sister, too?" Jack asked, but Aubrey kicked his cheek.

"Seriously? You think that's why I'm doing this?" she laughed."I'm doing it all because you deserve to suffer."

Nobody could arrest Aubrey Prices because there has always been a loophole. They never knew how she escaped, but they had given up on arresting her.

Jack watched Aubrey kick him in the jaw before jumping on his desk. Aubrey grinned deviously as Jack groaned.

"It's time for the real fun to begin. I'm quite excited to see the O'Rally twins together, aren't you?" Aubrey sneered with a laugh as Jack felt the colour drain from his face.

"Don't you ever think about what your parents would think?" Jack snapped.

"They'd still love me the same. After all, I'm doing a good deed," Aubrey spat with a grin. Her icy eyes darted around the room before he felt his body fly into his desk."I can't wait to kill you."

Aubrey left the office and glanced around the dark hallway. Picture frames of Jackson's accomplishments but also her own picture. Stopping in front of one, it had been the first death she committed. That person turned out to be his brother, Brock.

That was the change in Claymore. Someone had been killed with a knife stabbed right through his chest by a girl, who had been five. It brought horror when they saw stabbing or using her mind to kill people.

Walking down the street, she stared at the large, wooden doors of the church. Pulling open the door, the inside had walls painted cream with pews surrounding the small church.

"You knew I'd find out," Aubrey said to herself. However, there had been a second voice that had been an echo.

"Don't," it spoke as Aubrey walked up a narrow staircase in the left corner.

"It's almost time," Aubrey snarled as she walked past the band pit.

Pushing open glass doors, she stood on the large balcony out front. It was tall enough that people couldn't see who would be on it. Well, it could have been a mix of her being out. Why were a lot of Claymore idiots? Aubrey knew it had to be from Jackson's leadership.

Hopping on the thick railing, she stood on it with both hands on her hips. Pushing her dirty blonde hair back, she grinned deviously. Looking up at the sky, Aubrey knew all her goals would come to success. Not because of her motivation, but of her intelligence.

"It all starts with Amaris," Aubrey said with a grin. All of it started with a girl who didn't know the secrets. Not from the surrounding area, but that girl didn't know everything about herself.


Amaris O'Rally sat against the wall with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her body shook in pain, fear, and hatred. Raising her head, she stared at the scars along her arms. Closing her eyes, she tried to shut everything off in her mind.

Scars caused by abuse rather than self-harm. Something she couldn't stop, nor would ever stop. Nobody helped her as she lay helpless in her room, blood seeping on the cold floor. Amaris wished everything could stop like a miracle, but her life has always been a tragedy.

Hearing a knock, she wiped her eyes, practicing a fake smile. Amaris gulped, opening the door to meet eyes with her stepsister, Alisha.

"Are you coming down to eat?" she asked, Amaris nodded as Alisha headed back downstairs.

Shutting her door, she put her head against the white floor of her room. Actually, some of it had blood stains, but those were hidden by shelves. Everything was kept secret between her and Jack, who hated her for some reason.

She wiped her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. Couldn't she just die? Amaris had felt herself die when she had drowned, but she somehow still lived. Wishes to die, but Jack as well. How could she be such a useless person in this world? Did she expect some miracle in life?

That her mother and father will magically reconcile? That she could have a family feeling, because she didn't remember much of it. Even escaping Jackson or hoping Aubrey Prices actually murders him. Those types of miracles don't happen in her life.

Opening her bedroom door, she wobbly made her way downstairs. The steep carpeted steps that someone may die if they're pushed. Her head ached as she went into the kitchen, where Alisha sat with her stepsister, Didi. Grabbing an apple, Amaris stared but didn't eat.

"Aubrey threatened dad again," Didi said as she showed Alisha her phone.

"Why do you think she does it?" Didi asked, Alisha shrugged as Amaris took a step toward the small table.

Didi gave her own phone as Amaris stared down at the article. It reported that Aubrey threatened him along with causing an injury.

"Nobody knew the girl, so maybe revenge?" Alisha asked as Amaris stared at the picture of the girl. The famous devious grin with her pitiless icy eyes.

Anyone in Claymore knew Aubrey Prices as a young serial killer. From what Amaris had seen or read, it didn't make sense why she had supernatural abilities. It isn't possible, but it isn't possible to survive death.

"I've heard from people that her parents were murdered. Some even say she had a sister that died," Alisha rambled as Amaris flickered her gaze at her. Aubrey having a sister? It doesn't seem to make any sense for her to start murdering people.

"I doubt her sister would be happy that she's a psychopath. Who's crazy enough to kill half the population of Claymore?" Didi inquired.

Aubrey Prices was a mastermind when it came to murder. Aubrey killed off people like pawns in a chess match. Knowing what step to take, regardless of who ended up getting injured.

"We should try to find out," Alisha suggested, Amaris felt her body freeze. Anxiety began to rush through her mind.

"Are you crazy?" Amaris whispered, looking down at the table. If she left, Jack would beat her worse if he discovered the truth.

"We could find someone to stay with," Alisha sighed.

"There aren't a lot of people we know. Isn't it safer here?" Didi inquired.

No, it isn't, Amaris wanted to say, but didn't. They couldn't know she's been abused for ten straight years.

"You have that big bag of stuff in your room, right?" Didi asked, which startled her.

"Yeah," she mumbled, meeting Didi's dark eyes.

"Why don't we use that bag and pack up some clothes?" Didi asked.

Amaris stared but didn't say anything at first. Not out of disagreement but fear. Weren't most on the outside just like Jack?

"Okay," she whispered, standing from her own seat. Climbing the stairs, she glanced at the walls. Opening her white door, she grabbed a large duffel bag, stacked with things.

This wasn't for some camping trip, but Jack deprived her of food. Her mom couldn't do anything to stop it, even when she begged for it all to end.

Shoving some clothes into the long bag, she slumped against the wall. Finding Aubrey Prices? Isn't that like going on a suicide mission? Aubrey didn't seem like one to have a genuine conversation about reasoning. Better yet, Aubrey would rather murder someone for her pure enjoyment.

Amaris dragged the bag from her room, pushing it down the stairs. It landed on the hardwood floor near the door, as Didi and Alisha hovered over the bag.

"You have a lot of bandages in here," Alisha remarked, but they couldn't connect the dots.

Even with Alisha being two years younger while Didi had been one year, they couldn't tell. Maybe they didn't understand abuse or because they were younger than her.

Shouldn't it be obvious? She always was wrapped in bandages on her arms, or even the scar from her stabbing wound.

"Incase we get injured," Amaris implied, that wasn't the case. It'd be to hide all the scars under the clothes she wore. Scars from not just a belt, but a stabbing wound that killed her.

Nobody had noticed because her sisters were gone on some camping trip. That way, nobody will ask questions about why she has such an injury.

"We'll grab some clothes," Alisha said, as they rushed upstairs.

Amaris pulled up the sleeve of her shirt, looking down at the fresh wounds. It made her mind spin, slamming her hands to her ears.

Jack's words in her head repeating that were true. How pathetic she is or how nobody will save her. She wished her mother could, but she worked when the abuse happened. How can you help someone climb out of a hole of abuse?

Sliding down the green wall, she squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to think of something that once made her happy, but she couldn't remember. She couldn't remember much of her life before landing in this hell. How could she even think of her own life getting better?

Any moment, Aubrey Prices could come to stab a knife through her chest. Amaris wouldn't care, but this wasn't a life anymore. It had been a cycle of pain and crying. It was almost like she knew the outcome the moment she woke up.

"Got it!" Alisha cheered as Amaris stood, wiping her eyes.

The two of them came down with clothes in a separate bag, as Amaris smiled. Didi opened the door as Amaris felt her own body shaking.

Amaris felt people were watching her as they walked down the street. Eyeing her, being seen as the girl with scars showing. However, some of her scars have disappeared like magic. Even if she didn't know much, she knew scars didn't vanish.

"Where are we going to find her?" Didi asked.

"The church," Alisha said as Amaris narrowed her eyes.

"You know? They want to forgive their sins!" Alisha beamed.

Amaris doubted that Aubrey Prices would have regret. The girl, her own age, has been tormenting Jack for ten years. One single girl has been powerful enough to scare Jack.

"That may work," Didi agreed, Amaris slowly nodded, chewing her lip. How could someone even want to start killing at the age of five?

When they reached the large church, they stood outside the church. The white church with double brown doors stood in sight. Didi pulled open the door to the dim church, candles illuminating it. Amaris felt they'd die at any moment, as her heart raced.

The church had brown hardwood with rows of pews. Any person knew in Claymore what it looked like, because everyone had to attend funerals. Aubrey had never stepped outside of Claymore, except when she went to murder Jack's sister.

Amaris took a step forward, jumping at the creaking sound. Setting a hand on the wall, she took a shaky breath.

"We're going to search downstairs. How about you peak upstairs?" Alisha suggested, Amaris nodded, walking up the carpeted staircase to the band pit.

Looking around, scattered papers rested on the ground. It had been like a rectangle with musical instruments placed, like a guitar. They always played sorrowful music when they had funerals here, as Amaris would stare at her feet the entire time.

Amaris knitted her eyebrows to see a glass door. Walking over, she lightly pushed the door open. It led her onto a balcony, overlooking the backside of the church. Houses surrounded around with Walmart almost in view. That happened to be one of the best paying jobs, where her mother worked.

Staring at the wood balcony, she took small steps. She was almost expecting it to collapse or fall, causing her to die. Gripping the railing, she pressed her lips together. Amaris had actually been free for once, instead of trapped.

For once, she wanted to sing and dance and just jump in circles. For ten seconds, all problems disappeared, thinking that she would no longer be beat endlessly. Unless, other people she met would act that way. Not the beating way, but cunning people that play people.

In one book, Alisha explained to her about paranormal subjects. One of them had been about demons, which are known to possess humans. However, she rambled about how they use people or are defeated by some spell. If demons did exist, who would they appear as in the real world?

Amaris leaned against the railing to look over the city. Maybe demons are noticeable, or maybe they aren't. They seem almost like puppet masters, trying to gain something. Could it be something they could never obtain, like happiness?

Setting her head on the thick railing, Amaris closed her eyes. Everything around her made her heart race. Somehow she wanted to control her overwhelming emotions, but didn't know how. Could she actually survive being away from Jack?

Lifting her head, she glanced over, seeing someone on the opposite side. From the dim light on the balcony, she wondered if it had been Jack. Was he following her? Amaris widened her eyes, stumbling back as she gripped the railing.

"No," Amaris whispered as she slowly backed herself into the corner.

They had turned to look at her, but it only seemed a dark outline. No, it might actually be him. Amaris felt tears in her eyes, so she crouched down in a ball, shutting her eyes.

Hearing footsteps, she didn't dare look up. "Don't hurt me," she repeated, her arms protecting her head. Hit her arms instead, because they hurt enough already. Don't slam her head into a wall or anything.

Feeling a hand on her head, she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She was going to be slapped as she awaited the contact. "Amaris," it wasn't a male's voice.

"Don't hit me," Amaris whispered, her body trembling in fear. This person might hit her or even kill her.

"It's okay," the girl whispered as Amaris glanced up. Amaris let out a bloody scream, bolting from that end of the balcony.

"What the heck? Why do you look like me!" Amaris panicked as she felt her heart racing.

The girl stood near her as Amaris gripped her hand on her shorts. "I have a lot to tell you," she started."I'm Alexandra Bree O'Rally, Amaris Mae O'Rally."

Alexandra looked exactly like her, such as the bleach blonde hair or small nose. It wasn't just that, but there bodies were perfectly identical that it was almost creepy.

"We're identical twins," Alexandra said.

Amaris chewed her lower lip because she didn't remember having an identical twin at birth. All she remembered was that her mom and dad had her really young and that she was their only child.

"If we're identical, why aren't our eyes the same?" Amaris asked as Alexandra's smile faltered, turning sour.

"It's her fault," Alexandra spat with gritted teeth.

Who's fault? Was it her own fault for asking the question? Is she at fault for everything in her life?

"That demon," Alexandra grated.

Demons aren't supposed to exist in the real world. If anything, they are something found in books or television shows that she knows of.

"I need your help with something," Alexandra said as she regained her composure. "We're going to stop Jack."

"We can't stop him..." Amaris whispered as she shook her head various times."Have Aubrey help you."

"We cannot have that," Alexandra growled, her face red. Amaris watched Alexandra's anger turn into fear. "Stop..."

Suddenly, Alexandra dropped on her knees with her teeth gritted. "Do you expect to get away with everything?" someone's chilling voice asked as Alexandra glanced behind. From behind her back stood a girl with a sly smile.

Amaris felt something inside her freeze. "Go away," Alexandra spat as the girl laughed.

Did Alexandra bring someone magically? Amaris didn't get it as she curled herself into a ball. She felt fear as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Meet the demon herself," Alexandra whispered. Looking up, she saw Alexandra with her head hung. It was almost like she had no control over her actions.

"It's quite an honour to meet the O'Rally twins together. When was the last time you saw each other?" The girl mocked."Right, she doesn't remember that."

Did this girl have information she should know? Most of her own childhood has been blank until she got thrown into the hell of Jack's home. Yet, why is she acting like there's more to the story?

"My name is Hope Prices," she snarled.

Amaris couldn't connect anything in her head. Was she some friend of Alexandra's? Why did that last name sound familiar?

"I'm sure you're trying to guess everything," Hope's voice snapped her from her thoughts. "Or why you don't remember your sister."Aubrey is actually my sister."

Amaris felt her body shaking because Aubrey's sister is supposed to be dead. Did Aubrey still know that she had a physical appearance?

"I'm a demon who struck a deal with your little sister," Hope snarled, Amaris watched Hope snap her fingers. Alexandra lay flat on the balcony with her eyes shut. What on earth is going on?

Hope had disappeared as Alexandra groaned, slowly opening her eyes. Was it her imagination? Maybe all of it has been some joke for laughter? Amaris didn't exactly know how Hope and Alexandra were tied together. How did all this work?

"We have to help each other," Alexandra said.

Alexandra wobbly stood on her feet but didn't touch her. She wasn't going to hit her? Could she actually trust the girl who deemed to be her sister? Her mind still felt wrapped around what that person had said.

"It's important we stop Jackson together," Alexandra remarked.

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