Eddie Rocky Horror Novels & Stories

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

“Awesome, right? This summer, this guy comes in and we started talking about movies and stuff and he says he owns the old Moonlite Drive-in, like he inherited it. And I freak out, obviously.” “Why, what do you mean?” “Boris Orlof, man! That’s where he died, right?” “You mean the TV guy you were talking about the other day?” “Seriously? You haven’t heard of any of this?” I shook my head, which isn’t technically the same as lying. “Well, so he was on TV in the fifties and sixties. And he hosted old horror movies, right? Like—you know who Elvira is right?” “I don’t really watch—”

Then he stepped cautiously down the dark corridor. Then… the shadow appeared. From the heart of the darkness, Dima emerged, her face carved from stone, clutching a heavy iron bar tightly. She swung relentlessly, mercilessly. The blow struck his skull with the deafening clang of metal. The sound echoed through the corridor, and Dr. Ziad fell instantly, his body scattering around the apartment like a discarded rag doll.

Only then did Alain seem to relax. He looked at the rock in Eden’s hand and said, “This is called a Styx Rock. An old man gave it to me a few years ago after I saved his life. He told me that this rock is extremely cold and can be used to store things that rot easily when placed in complete darkness.” Eden’s hand was a bit cold, so he took it and placed it in his pocket. “I didn’t know when you’d wake up, so I put it in Horace’s ice coffin.”

You know everything inside me! Not everything, Nyx admitted, her voice grim. Not what lives in the hearts of others. I looked back up toward the towering shadow entity, my jaw setting into a desperate line. Then we are in serious trouble. Yes, Nyx agreed softly. We are. A slow, rhythmic clapping echoed from the smoke-filled archway near the entrance of the chamber. I whipped around, my hands instantly flaring with volatile magic. Standing amidst the rubble was Eddie. His clothes were shredded and scorched by spellfire, a deep gash tracking down the left side of his face, spilling blood onto his neck. But he was alive.

I clicked my tongue and he stopped laughing. "Don't tell me you fear prison, maybe you aren't as brave as you claimed to be. Ah, that must be it, Rocky O'Brien is a coward after all, he's just a little boy hiding under the body of an adult, a poor boy that can't live without his mama's protection" "You this bitch" He took one step forward and the door opens. Fuck, who is it this time? Ricardo and Edna entered, looking at both me and Rocky. Oh no, this isn't good.