The wildfire

The wildfire

A young girl walked down the cold, crowded, loud streets of New Jersey with a purpose. Every once in a while she would bump shoulders with another moving body, but barely gave notice since she was trying her best to get away from the person following her. She kept looking back, to see if he had caught up with her yet. But as she could tell, he hadn't yet. Many masked faces passed or looked strait at her. She didn't give them a second thought; she was more preoccupied with trying to get away from him.

"GOTCHA!"

She screamed loudly and felt cold cement slam on her back as a tiny red demon jumped up and down on her chest.

"JUNIOR!!"

The demon stopped jumping and stared at her angrily. "It's Hellboy jr. to you!"

She shoved him off of her and got back on her feet, dusting off the footprints on her yellow plaid coat. "Yeah yeah, whatever…" Charlotte never liked to take her brother out on Halloween. She always would have rather gone with her friends trick-or-treating, but her mother forced her to take her brother this year since last year he couldn't go because he flushed her fish down the toilet.

"That was an accident!"

"So were you."

He hit her in the arm.

"OW! You little punk! I should walk you back home right now!"

He looked at her scared as he raised up his paper machete fist. "Okay! I won't do it again!"

She smiled and pulled her black beret a little closer to her head as they continued to walk down the street to the next house. Her brother stopped in his tracks as he saw the flashing lights and the random smoke starting to drift from the house.

"Uh…L-let's just go to the next house--"

She began to push him forward. "It's Halloween J, of course there's going to be a couple scary houses…" He grinded his feet into the ground, trying to get some form of traction.

"Please sis! I don't wanna go to this house!"

She looked at him and shook her head. "Do you want me to go get you some candy?"

He nodded his head and she sighed. "Alright…more Butterfingers less Three Musketeers, right?"

"Please and thank you!"

Charlotte grunted in response as she walked down to the "haunted" house. The wind picked up for some odd reason when she passed by a dark alley close to the house. She stopped.

What was that?

She turned away from the house and walked over to the dirty, dark alleyway. The temperature dropped the closer she walked towards it. She dug her hands in her pockets and slowly entered the alley, afraid and curious at the same time.

What…What…

Two piercing golden eyes looked at her from the alley. She didn't breathe, for she thought that if she did, it would surely jump her.

"Charlotte?..."

Why did her brother's voice sound so far away?

He called her again, but this time, she responded.

"Let's go Junior."

She turned and grabbed his wrist and started to sprint as fast as she could away from the alleyway. "Why are you running so fast?!" Her brother could barely keep up with her; he had kept tripping over his red sneakers the whole time they were running. She looked behind her and her brother before stopping to catch her breath. I need a latte…like, seriously… Charlotte sat down and attempted to pull her little brother into her lap before he stood up looking at her angrily. "What's your frikken deal, Char?! All I asked was for you to get me a candy bar and instead, we ran half-way across town for no reason--"

"You didn't see what I saw."

Her brother didn't finish his sentence. His eyes widened in fear.

"What do you mean, 'I didn't see what you saw?'?"

She looked at him before pulling him into a tight hug. "Nothing, J, nothing at all…"

He doesn't need to know…I'll just keep it to myself.

I hope I don't have to witness that again.