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TITLE: CHILDREN OF THE CORN… THE DISCOVERY
AUTHORS: MILLIE FELTNER, AND JEN SMITH
CHAPTER ONE:
The final school bell for the end of the year rang. Students crowded the halls, eager to go home for summer break. Cameron Forester and Jezzell Stewart stopped at their lockers. "Finally, we are out for a summer."
"We'll be juniors in college next year. Can you wait?"
"Oh, no. I'm ecstatic." Spoke Jez, sarcastically.
Cameron laughed. "Come on. We'd better get going before Edward, and Seth send out a search party."
"For real."
The two girls headed out the door. The wind was fierce that evening. Cameron's brown hair and Jezzell's auburn hair danced with the wind. Cameron shut her blue eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she noticed that Jez had her brown eyes closed, too. "Gosh, what wind we're getting tonight!" Cameron exclaimed.
"Come on. If we don't go now, we'll get stuck in the storm." Said Jez.
The two girls ran to Jezzell's car. Suddenly, someone grabbed Cameron's shoulder. She spun around to face a black headed young man with light brown eyes. He had a muscular friend with him, with a shaved head, and brown eyes. "You have to help us! You have to get us out of this parking lot!" shouted the black headed young man, his handsome features twisted in horror.
His white tee shirt was ripped, and his jeans were dirty. The other guy's clothes were in almost as worse shape, but his hands were also a mess. He looked like he had punched a wall. "Please, my friend is right. You have to help us."
"C-come on. Get in. We'll take the both of you to our house, and you can… do whatever." Jez sighed.
The four of them loaded into the car, Jezzell started the engine, and they were headed toward home.
"We're home!" Jezzell announced.
"We have guests… bloody guests!" called Cameron. "We need first aid!"
Two young men came from the kitchen. One was an adorable brown, blonde frost headed, brown-eyed young man. The other was a dark brown headed, blue eyed young man. "What's going on here, Jezzell… Cameron?"
"Well, Edward…" Cameron began, "we don't know ourselves."
"We don't even know their names." Jezzell told the men.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm Justin Lang, and this is Vince Deisel."
"I'm Edward Forester. Cameron's brother."
"I'm Seth Stewart. Jezzell's goofy brother."
"Nice to meet the two of you." Vince frowned.
"Well… he's a load of laughs, ain't he?" Seth replied, smiling.
Jezzell gave Seth a scolding look. "Anyway… what happened?" asked Cameron. "Why were you so eager to get out of the parking lot?"
"Yeah, and don't ya have a car?" Jezzell asked.
"You're awfully nosey." Vince frowned.
"You're awfully… large." Jezzell frowned right back.
"And I'm awfully in the dark, and I hate that. Explain what's going on with you two." Edward demanded.
"Trust us. You wouldn't believe us. Could you please just call the police?" Justin asked, as politely as he could in his nervous state.
"What the hell?! The police?!" exclaimed Seth.
"Something is after us! You have to call the police!" Vince yelled, his face turning red.
Edward looked shocked for a moment, then picked up the telephone. "What's the number… oh, God! I'm turning into you!" Edward shouted, pointing at Seth.
"That is a good thing, my friend." Seth grinned.
Edward dialed the number for the police station. "I have an emergency… hell, I don't know… I have two very crazy young men in my living room, telling me I need to call you guys… thanks… thanks… bye."
"So…" urged Vince.
"They're on their way. Sit down. Calm down. I'll get some peroxide for your hand." Edward told him, then headed upstairs.
"So… you guys from around here?" asked Cameron.
"No, we're… we're from Gatlin."
"Pardon?!" questioned Jezzell, surprised.
"N-not originally from Gatlin. We're from Lincoln, but we moved to Gatlin for a little while." Vince told them. "For personal reasons."
"Are you brothers?" asked Cameron.
"No… but might as well be. I've lived with Vince since I was a ten. My parents died when I was ten, so I went to live with him, and his father in their garage." Justin explained.
"Dude, you guys lived in a garage? Why didn't you live in the house?" Seth asked.
"Not that kind of garage, dummy." Vince glared.
"Oh. You mean a garage." Seth replied, then laughed. "I knew it all along, I was just seeing if Jezzell, and Cameron did."
"Why were you in Gatlin…"
"Personal reasons." Vince frowned, cutting Cameron off. "Look, do you have any beer, or…"
"Yeah, um… do you want one of us to fix you a cold one?" Jezzell asked.
"I wouldn't want any of you to go out of your way." Vince said, looking his right hand over.
It had numerous cuts, and bruises on it, and it was swelling fast. "I'll go." Cameron spoke.
She turned to head for the kitchen. "I-I'll help you." Justin offered, then followed her into the kitchen.
"I think I'll go up, and help Eddie. He probably can't find the peroxide. I frosted my hair with it the other day." Seth spoke, then began climbing the stairs.
"How come your hand is like that?" Jezzell asked, hesitantly
Vince glared at her. "What business is it of yours?"
"I was just asking. You know… being concerned, and shit."
Vince frowned. "Sorry. It's just that… I feel like I'm being interrogated."
"And I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."
"So… it's just you, Cameron, and your bro's huh?"
"We're here for college. Our parents are in Kentucky. We moved here when Cameron's brother got a law job up here. He's a lawyer. Seth just… tagged along."
"I knew you had an accent."
Jezzell looked bothered. "Yeah, get over it, please."
"Sorry… I kind of like it. It's different."
She smiled shyly. "Thanks."
"So… Edward isn't from Kentucky."
"Good ear. He's half-Italian. His father was Italian. He lived in New York, until his dad met Cameron's mom."
"I see."
Jezzell laughed. "He cusses her out sometimes in Italian! It is so funny!"
"I'll bet it is."
"Found it!" announced Edward coming downstairs. "Well, not the peroxide. I couldn't find it thanks to frosty over here. I got the alcohol. Where's my sister?"
"In the kitchen." Jezzell told him. "Getting drinks."
"Oh, okay. Sit down, tough guy. This might hurt a lot." Edward told him.
"Thanks for being honest." Vince spoke, sarcastically.
Vince held out his hand, and Edward poured the alcohol over it. "Goddamn it!" shouted Vince in pain, but he kept his hand where it was.
After Edward was finished drenching Vince's hand in alcohol, he covered it with bandages. "There. Don't hit anymore brick walls, okay." Edward smiled, nervously.
"I didn't hit a brick wall." Vince told him.
"What did you hit, buddy?" asked Seth
"None of our business." Jezzell sighed.
"I was just askin', Jez." Seth pouted.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the kitchen. "That was Cameron!" Edward gasped.
"I'll go check on her…" Jezzell told them.
"No! I mean… not by yourself." Vince spoke, cautiously.
The two made their way into the kitchen. Jezzell suddenly noticed that Justin was holding her, and she was crying. "What?!" Jezzell demanded. "What happened to her?!"
"Outside!" cried Cameron. "Look outside!"
Jezzell looked outside. "Oh, my God."
"What?" demanded Vince.
He joined her at the window.
"Damn!" he exclaimed.
Outside was the body of a young woman. Vince ran out the kitchen door. Jezzell was soon by his side. "Who would do…"
Pinned to her forehead was a piece of paper. Vince tore it off. "It's a note."
"What does it say?"
"Justin and I… we shall be judged."
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TITLE: CHILDREN OF THE CORN… THE DISCOVERY
AUTHORS: MILLIE FELTNER, AND JEN SMITH
CHAPTER ONE:
The final school bell for the end of the year rang. Students crowded the halls, eager to go home for summer break. Cameron Forester and Jezzell Stewart stopped at their lockers. "Finally, we are out for a summer."
"We'll be juniors in college next year. Can you wait?"
"Oh, no. I'm ecstatic." Spoke Jez, sarcastically.
Cameron laughed. "Come on. We'd better get going before Edward, and Seth send out a search party."
"For real."
The two girls headed out the door. The wind was fierce that evening. Cameron's brown hair and Jezzell's auburn hair danced with the wind. Cameron shut her blue eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she noticed that Jez had her brown eyes closed, too. "Gosh, what wind we're getting tonight!" Cameron exclaimed.
"Come on. If we don't go now, we'll get stuck in the storm." Said Jez.
The two girls ran to Jezzell's car. Suddenly, someone grabbed Cameron's shoulder. She spun around to face a black headed young man with light brown eyes. He had a muscular friend with him, with a shaved head, and brown eyes. "You have to help us! You have to get us out of this parking lot!" shouted the black headed young man, his handsome features twisted in horror.
His white tee shirt was ripped, and his jeans were dirty. The other guy's clothes were in almost as worse shape, but his hands were also a mess. He looked like he had punched a wall. "Please, my friend is right. You have to help us."
"C-come on. Get in. We'll take the both of you to our house, and you can… do whatever." Jez sighed.
The four of them loaded into the car, Jezzell started the engine, and they were headed toward home.
"We're home!" Jezzell announced.
"We have guests… bloody guests!" called Cameron. "We need first aid!"
Two young men came from the kitchen. One was an adorable brown, blonde frost headed, brown-eyed young man. The other was a dark brown headed, blue eyed young man. "What's going on here, Jezzell… Cameron?"
"Well, Edward…" Cameron began, "we don't know ourselves."
"We don't even know their names." Jezzell told the men.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm Justin Lang, and this is Vince Deisel."
"I'm Edward Forester. Cameron's brother."
"I'm Seth Stewart. Jezzell's goofy brother."
"Nice to meet the two of you." Vince frowned.
"Well… he's a load of laughs, ain't he?" Seth replied, smiling.
Jezzell gave Seth a scolding look. "Anyway… what happened?" asked Cameron. "Why were you so eager to get out of the parking lot?"
"Yeah, and don't ya have a car?" Jezzell asked.
"You're awfully nosey." Vince frowned.
"You're awfully… large." Jezzell frowned right back.
"And I'm awfully in the dark, and I hate that. Explain what's going on with you two." Edward demanded.
"Trust us. You wouldn't believe us. Could you please just call the police?" Justin asked, as politely as he could in his nervous state.
"What the hell?! The police?!" exclaimed Seth.
"Something is after us! You have to call the police!" Vince yelled, his face turning red.
Edward looked shocked for a moment, then picked up the telephone. "What's the number… oh, God! I'm turning into you!" Edward shouted, pointing at Seth.
"That is a good thing, my friend." Seth grinned.
Edward dialed the number for the police station. "I have an emergency… hell, I don't know… I have two very crazy young men in my living room, telling me I need to call you guys… thanks… thanks… bye."
"So…" urged Vince.
"They're on their way. Sit down. Calm down. I'll get some peroxide for your hand." Edward told him, then headed upstairs.
"So… you guys from around here?" asked Cameron.
"No, we're… we're from Gatlin."
"Pardon?!" questioned Jezzell, surprised.
"N-not originally from Gatlin. We're from Lincoln, but we moved to Gatlin for a little while." Vince told them. "For personal reasons."
"Are you brothers?" asked Cameron.
"No… but might as well be. I've lived with Vince since I was a ten. My parents died when I was ten, so I went to live with him, and his father in their garage." Justin explained.
"Dude, you guys lived in a garage? Why didn't you live in the house?" Seth asked.
"Not that kind of garage, dummy." Vince glared.
"Oh. You mean a garage." Seth replied, then laughed. "I knew it all along, I was just seeing if Jezzell, and Cameron did."
"Why were you in Gatlin…"
"Personal reasons." Vince frowned, cutting Cameron off. "Look, do you have any beer, or…"
"Yeah, um… do you want one of us to fix you a cold one?" Jezzell asked.
"I wouldn't want any of you to go out of your way." Vince said, looking his right hand over.
It had numerous cuts, and bruises on it, and it was swelling fast. "I'll go." Cameron spoke.
She turned to head for the kitchen. "I-I'll help you." Justin offered, then followed her into the kitchen.
"I think I'll go up, and help Eddie. He probably can't find the peroxide. I frosted my hair with it the other day." Seth spoke, then began climbing the stairs.
"How come your hand is like that?" Jezzell asked, hesitantly
Vince glared at her. "What business is it of yours?"
"I was just asking. You know… being concerned, and shit."
Vince frowned. "Sorry. It's just that… I feel like I'm being interrogated."
"And I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable."
"So… it's just you, Cameron, and your bro's huh?"
"We're here for college. Our parents are in Kentucky. We moved here when Cameron's brother got a law job up here. He's a lawyer. Seth just… tagged along."
"I knew you had an accent."
Jezzell looked bothered. "Yeah, get over it, please."
"Sorry… I kind of like it. It's different."
She smiled shyly. "Thanks."
"So… Edward isn't from Kentucky."
"Good ear. He's half-Italian. His father was Italian. He lived in New York, until his dad met Cameron's mom."
"I see."
Jezzell laughed. "He cusses her out sometimes in Italian! It is so funny!"
"I'll bet it is."
"Found it!" announced Edward coming downstairs. "Well, not the peroxide. I couldn't find it thanks to frosty over here. I got the alcohol. Where's my sister?"
"In the kitchen." Jezzell told him. "Getting drinks."
"Oh, okay. Sit down, tough guy. This might hurt a lot." Edward told him.
"Thanks for being honest." Vince spoke, sarcastically.
Vince held out his hand, and Edward poured the alcohol over it. "Goddamn it!" shouted Vince in pain, but he kept his hand where it was.
After Edward was finished drenching Vince's hand in alcohol, he covered it with bandages. "There. Don't hit anymore brick walls, okay." Edward smiled, nervously.
"I didn't hit a brick wall." Vince told him.
"What did you hit, buddy?" asked Seth
"None of our business." Jezzell sighed.
"I was just askin', Jez." Seth pouted.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the kitchen. "That was Cameron!" Edward gasped.
"I'll go check on her…" Jezzell told them.
"No! I mean… not by yourself." Vince spoke, cautiously.
The two made their way into the kitchen. Jezzell suddenly noticed that Justin was holding her, and she was crying. "What?!" Jezzell demanded. "What happened to her?!"
"Outside!" cried Cameron. "Look outside!"
Jezzell looked outside. "Oh, my God."
"What?" demanded Vince.
He joined her at the window.
"Damn!" he exclaimed.
Outside was the body of a young woman. Vince ran out the kitchen door. Jezzell was soon by his side. "Who would do…"
Pinned to her forehead was a piece of paper. Vince tore it off. "It's a note."
"What does it say?"
"Justin and I… we shall be judged."
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