Believe Me

Ch 2: Goodbye, Ty

Sky's POV

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7:12

I grin as I tug Ty toward the back room of the Fazoli's. I've got ten more for my friend to screen, and, dear Notch, if not a single one of them can make him jealous, I'm quitting life.

It was brought to my attention by a certain lesbian that it might be wise to include some boys in the screenings if my end goal were to be dating a boy. That, uh, that makes sense. Which is why five girls and five boys were called in the moment I was away from Ty. Of course, I can't go making myself look too suspicious by calling in all boys. Ty's not an idiot.

"How many people am I going to have to screen?" Ty groans. Oh, geez. He'll get fed up with me after a while, and then all my plans will go out the window.

"U-Uh, not many," I reply carefully. "I'll reevaluate the necessity of screening after these ten."

"First of all: dang, Sky, big words. Why are you nervous? And, second: No, that is not at all what I meant. I'll keep screening everyone, certainly – no way am I letting you go through anything similar to what happened with Alesa again. Just- how many people do you plan on bringing in this month?" He looks tired and just a bit hurt.

"Ah, no more, unless I meet someone really spectacular."

He smiles at me, and then I wave him toward the first person, a lady who sort of creeps me out and who I hope will make Ty all protective-y of me.

Five minutes pass, and, sadly, there don't seem to be any problems. Random Lady hasn't been cast out of the room, Ty hasn't screamed for help. Things are going terribly well, and I hate it.

Maybe she's just a really good actor. It doesn't matter – Ty will see through it. He always does, even when I don't.

A muffled noise reaches our ears, and my eyes widen. Yup, there it is. "Ty!" I draw my sword and burst into the room, and-

"Ty?"

"He's dead," the Random Murderer Lady cackles, stating the obvious, and my eyes widen even more. But she's right, isn't she? There's Ty's body, crumpled in a heap at the bottom of a downward stream of water. She's trapped him in a cage of doors, and he's drowned.

Which is fine. Or, it will be fine, as soon as he respawns.

...

Why won't he respawn?

"I turned off the machine," the Murderer Lady reveals, and I blink a few times.

What?

"He's dead," she repeats. "And he's staying that way."

My world falls out from under me.