The Fallen Star

“I might know a spell that would work.” Alex leaned forward and held up his hand. “Hold on just a second. First, I need to know where hereis?” Laylen didn’t reply, staring off of at the brick building he’d pointed at early.

“Laylen,” Aislin said. “Where are we exactly?”

Laylen let out a tired sigh. “The Black Dungeon.”

Alex

cursed

a

sequence

of

to-

inappropriate-to-repeat words, and then stared pensively at the building Laylen wanted us to go into to get the sword. “Aislin, 354/695

how quickly do you think you could do the spell?”

“I’ll do it as quickly as I can,” she told him. “But there’s no guarantee on how fast I can get it unlocked. Magic takes time. You know that.”

Alex pointed a finger at me. “You’ll have to make sure and stay by me at all times.”

“I already made that promise to you back at the house,” I reminded him.

“Yes, but it’s more important now.” He paused, his expression shifting from anger to worry. “There are things in there that are very…dangerous.”

My heart thrummed loudly. “What kind of things?”

He rubbed the back of his neck tensely.

“Things that are—you know, maybe you and I should just wait in the car.”

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the side of it. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“I don’t think she’s going to be any safer sitting out here than she would be inside.” Laylen shoved the keys in his pocket. “This neighborhood is pretty unsafe.” Alex glanced around, like he was assessing the danger. “Fine, but we need to make sure we hurry.” As Laylen and Aislin open their doors, I thought I heard him mutter,

“This is such a bad idea.” I should’ve guessed we’d end up having to walk down a dark alley to get to the entrance of the Black Dungeon. Why wouldn’t we, since the idea of having to made me shiver.

The only light came from the moon illuminating the puddles that spotted the asphalt. I didn’t even want to know what the puddles were, seeing is how it hadn’t been raining.

The air reeked of mold and wet dog. The garbage cans spilled over, oozing the ground 356/695

with papers and boxes and filth that crunched beneath my shoes as I walked.

It was gross.

Laylen lead us through the mess and stopped in front of a rusty metal door. Alex stood closely by my side, arms folded, very I’m-your-bodyguard style. The electricity was gyrating, but at least we were in open air now, making it less smothering and almost tolerable.

Almost.

Laylen held up his fist to the door. “Are we ready?”

“Probably not,” Alex grumbled, waving his hand at the door. “But go ahead.” Laylen let his hand fall against the door and waited a minute before knocking again.

A couple of seconds later, a small flap at the top of the door slid open, and a pair of dark eyes peered out.

“What’s the password,” a deep voice rumbled.

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Laylen raised his forearm up to the flap, showing it to the pair of eyes.

“Very well,” the voice grunted. A soft clickand then the door swung open.

I’m not sure what I’d expected to see standing behind that door, but I know what I hadn’t expected to see. A man, barely my height with bony arms and greased back hair, standing in a small, dimly lit room that had nothing but a metal fold-up chair to ac-company it.

Laylen greeted the little man with a nod.

“Doug.”

The man—aka Doug—muttered an un-friendly, “Hey.”

I stared quizzically at Doug, trying to figure out how he’d obtained a job as a bouncer or guard or whatever the title was for this place—I wasn’t really sure, since I was still confused about what kind of place the Black Dungeon was. Dangerous obviously—Alex had established that back at the car. But 358/695

what I was about to walk into, I didn’t have a clue. And that, I admit, terrified me to my very core.

Doug glowered at me with his dark eyes.

Apparently, he was a firm believer in the whole staring-is-rude thing.

Alex gently nudged me in the back with his elbow, urging me to get a move on. I turned my attention away from Doug and focused on Laylen.

There was only one door in the room, and Laylen strolled up to it and jerked it open. A slender hallway extended out the other side. Black lanterns hung from the dusky walls, illuminating a trail of light across the stone floor and arched brick ceiling. Laylen and Ailsin started down the hallway, and I stepped through the doorway after them, Alex following closely behind me.

The air stuck damply to my skin as we zigzagged farther and farther down the hall.

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heightened. I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest, anxiously anticipating what was waiting at the end.

As I passed by one of the lanterns hanging on the wall, I noticed it had the same black symbols that were tattooed on Laylen’s

forearm.

When

I

got

a

chance—which hopefully I made it out of this place alive to get a chance—I’d have to ask him what the symbols meant.

Music was reverberating from somewhere, a low beat that grew louder the farther down the hallway we got, until it thumped so loudly it vibrated the floors and rattled the lanterns.

“This was such a stupid idea,” Alex mumbled from behind me. “So stupid.” I peeked over my shoulder at him, and he met my gaze. Hatred was not shining from his bright green eyes like it normally did whenever he looked at me. Nope. Nothing but worry filled them. He was scared.

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So was I.

I bit down on my bottom lip and kept walking. Laylen took us around a corner and a door popped into view. It looked like an ordinary door, but I had a feeling that whatever was on the other side of it was anything but ordinary.

“Okay.” Laylen rubbed his hands together. “Is everybody ready for this?” No one responded. Aislin and I both shared the same dumbfounded expression.

Alex looked a

I tugged down on the hem of my skirt while Ailsin straightened up her posture.

Alex casted a glance back down the hall, bumping his shoulder into mine and erupting a fire underneath my skin. I was getting good at hiding my reaction, though. I didn’t even gasp.

“Let’s hurry up and get this over with,” Alex said.

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Laylen nodded, turned the doorknob, and the door creaked open.

It was a club. Like an actual full-on dancing club. And except for the gothic trend that seemed to be everywhere, everything seemed totally normal. I couldn’t see anything slimy, glowing, or dead. I had to admit part of me had expected to walk in and find the whole place packed with demons and monster of all shapes, sizes, and colors, feeding off humans or something. But nope, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Dangling from the ceiling were the same black lanterns that had lit up the hall. People were crammed on the dance floor, swaying hypnotically to the low beat of Nirvana’s

“You Know You’re Right.” Scarlet lights sparkled across the midnight marble floor.

Black curtains draped across the upstairs balcony.

Dark

clothing

trended

the

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fine with the gothic ambience; Alex in his dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, Laylen all in black, and me in my black t-shirt and a dark denim skirt. Ailsin, however, was another story. In her lacy camisole top and frilly white skirt, the girl stood out like a sore thumb.

Laylen shoved his way through the crowd, heading for the dance floor. We all trailed behind him, the pokes and prods of stray elbows banging me in the back and sides. I cradled my arm protectively around my stitches to keep any stray body parts from jabbing into it.