Gone: Behind the scenes.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own gone or most characters in this story, some are mine, the rest follow the author.
Crack, clank clank. Marvin looked up, puzzled about the broken glass. He was in the detention hall in Perido Beach's middle school. He was caught with his friend James stealing some money from a kid. But then he realized; James wasn't there. He looked around the classroom puzzled, but he saw no one. Mr. Moor, the detention teacher, wasn't there either. He got up to look around. He saw James's backpack, but no James. He walked to the front of the class, almost impaling his foot on the broken shards of glass on the floor. It was like whoever was holding the coffee pot just suddenly… disappeared.
Marvin peeked his head out of the classroom, to see if this was some prank. But before he could see any teachers, he saw students looking out the other classrooms, as well. He opened the door more and walked outside the classroom, looking for teachers. None. He walked down the hall, as some kids were doing now, looking for their teachers, he supposed. But he didn't see anyone. Not long after, it was a mad house, without teachers there, kids went wild. He walked farther down till he saw Kane, one of his friends.
"Hey, Kane, what happened?"
"Did your teacher just… disappear too?" Kane replied, with a look on his face that says 'what the f*ck am I doing?'
"Well, yeah… wait... No adults are in the school?! Freedom!" he yelled, at the top of his lungs, getting some kids around him juttered up and some started to run around frantic.
"Hey, Marvin, You know that locked mini-fridge teachers keep in their lounge? Kane produced a titanium bat from his backpack and gave a smile that said, 'all right'.
"I call the cake!" Marvin exclaimed, and they both started running down the hall to the teachers' lounge.
Simon, had recess time when it happened, he was out there with two, 15 year olds that were trying to rob him of his money.
"Give it up little bug or I'll crush you like a… a… a bug!" one bellowed, almost towering over him.
"Yeah, little man, hand it over, we only want the money, give it to us and you walk away Scott free." The other said, but he seemed to have a more intimidating sound in his voice.
"But, this is all I have…" Simon pleaded, that didn't do anything, where was a teacher when he needed them?
"Listen, give me the money or I'll give you lunch. Today's special: knuckle sandwich." He cracked his knuckled right in front of Simon's face.
"Go ahead, I'd rather it than losing my money!" Simon retorted back.
"Alright, your choice." The big bully said, he raised his fist and Simon put his hands over his face, waiting for the impact. Nothing. Twenty seconds. Fifty. He took a peak from behind his hands and he didn't see them, the bullies. He saw some other kids that were outside looking around, but he didn't see the teacher that was usually outside, nor did he see many of the eighth graders, or ninth, and defiantly no one older. He ran off the playground, and ran toward his house. It couldn't be, it just couldn't.
He burst into his house, and he ran into his bedroom and opened his laptop, he scrolled down the list of his documents, he had one day wanted to be a writer, so he written starting of books he never finished. It can't be happening, it just can't be. He scrolled down and then he found what he was looking for; Dreams. He opened the file, and looked through it. Simon, had learned at an early age that, somehow, his dreams would review things that were going to happen, or might. Sometimes, it would be little things like, when he was going to scrap his knee playing soccer, other times it was something like, who is going to win the super bowl? But every now-and-again, he would have awful, awful dreams.
He opened the file he named 'nightmares'. He scrolled down, then he saw it; November 17, one year ago. Ever since he learned of this 'gift' he kept a journal of his dreams. And almost everything had happen in every other category, except nightmares, nothing in this had ever happen, at least, not yet. But there it was: 'I had another nightmare last night, something about a wall coming around Perido beach? I have no idea what it was, it looked like… like a milky barrier, impenetrable… well, ALMOST impenetrable, I found a way to get out of it. but what was weird was that, all the people over 15 were gone… but when I got out, there they were, they were all standing there… but it wasn't what was outside the barrier, they were all standing, hand in hand, around the barrier, like when in 'The Grinch Steals Christmas' when the who's were around the tree. Only, half the adults I didn't recognize. They were all saying something… or more like chanting… they all were saying: 'Hungry in the Dark'. About the tenth time they said it, this big creature rose from the inside of the barrier, and then everyone started chanting… Gaiphage… something like that. It was one of my weirdest dreams.
Simon closed the laptop slowly. Then his head fell on it, and he started to sob. He knew what came next, he realized. And he knew… ALMOST knew how to get out… but, he hopped, this dream was an exaggeration of what was going to happen. If it wasn't, then even all of god's power couldn't help them. "Hungry, hungry in the dark. I have need for you now." A voice in the back of his head said, Simon had been in there with it. he had… or he thinks he had seen it…
"God help us…" he said, then he started mumbling in a religious fashion.