"The infection's spreading! It transmitts through blood, that must mean...!"
"What, Jack, what must it- Oh this bite is hurting, I feel, I feel!"
Annnnd the bitten woman transforms into a zombie, grabs Jack and sinks her fang teeth into her fioncee.
I've seen this movie before. The suspence is passable, the actors not convincing and the special effects are down right awful.
It's not by Davida Haym, no way am I watching a film by her ever again. Dervish says that the Disciples would clear everything up, delete the film, keep a close eye on the small ammount of survivors, burn the set, no one would ever know. He was right, no news nights, no major police investagators, I almost laugh when everyone gets worked up about a murder. Davida helped a lot in this aspect. She was deadly serious when she said she told no one; nobody's heard of the horror film "Slawter".
But, although I thought of it over and over again- the deaths, the Disciples, Lord Loss...my powers- None of it matters now because I, Grubbs Grady. Am on a date with Reni! She asked me! I was so shocked I almost said no- almost!
So now, here I am, sitting in a darkened cinema with Reni- holding my hand! I didn't even care about the choice of film or the teenagers in the front row standing up every so often in front of the screen.
"I wished they'd sit down..." Reni whispers, agitated when they once again stand up and swap text messages with their annoying ring tones.
"Yeah, it's bugging me too." I anwser and enjoy the moment in which she squeezes my hand in agreement.
"Watch out Eric- it's a zombie-demon behind you!"
I sigh as I see the 'zombie-demon.' I don't know how old this film is but the costumes are so unbelieving, though secretly- I'm relieved. Any monster that is badly made means it's non-demon. Reni sighs too and lays her head on my shoulder, she whispers to me-
"C'mon Grubbs, this movie is boring. Let's go somewhere else." How could I say no to that? We stand up and leave. As I'm walking down the ilse, I can't help shuddering at the crunching of the popcorn under my feet.
In the brightly pink-lit sweet shops of the cinema we look around for treats, we were late here so didn't buy any food. Reni starts towards the gummy bears, her favourites. I walk casually beside her, she's still holding my hand. I'm not intrested in any of the sweets but at Reni's word I end up buying a sherbert twister along with her gummy bears.
We walk around the park to left of the cinema for a while, talking about music and T.V until we sit at a bench. Reni's finished her food and turns to me suddenly.
"Grubbs, thanks for taking me to the cinema, I..." She smiles mischieviously and bends forward. She wants a kiss. Heart trying to escape my rib cage I bend forward, take her hand in mine and...my moblie rings? What? No! Who the bloody hell wants me now! No! Hey is this on a film? Aw, the moment's lost, Reni sits back looking dejected but trying to smile.
Whoever anwsers this is a dead man. I flick open the phone.
" Who is it?" I manage to grunt.
"Grubbs?" It's Dervish. I'm angry but him calling me can only mean something bad...
"What is it?" I ask trying to keep the anger out of my voice- but failing miserably.
"This might be a bad time but Grubbs, get home. I don't care what you're doing just get home as fast as you can." I'm alarmed by the force of his voice.
"Derv, what is it? What's going on?"
"I'll tell you at home- get home!"
"No! Don't blot me out! I'm sick of that! Tell me, what's happening?" I hear a sigh on the other end of the phone that's not even tried to be held back.
"It's a disciple- a very...powerful...disciple. He wants to see you. I told him I found no magical talent inside of you but he won't listen. Now get home!" I've gone numb with the thought of a disciple wanting to see me and didn't hear much else but his last cry of annoyance threw me back into reality.
"I'll be there in a few minutes..."
"Thank you Gr-" I put the phone down. Reni is staring at me sadly. "Sounds bad, you have to go home I suppose?" I nod numbly mumble apologies which she shrugs off and I sprint off in the direction of home. Careering down alleyways and through all the shortcuts I know of. I soon reach the street leading to my house. I'm covered with sweat and I'm hot even in winter but I think I'm flushed with fear. I see no car in our drive as I round the corner.
"He's coming. I doubt you'll find anything. As I told you I checked him and-"
"Quiet Dervish." The elderly, beared man says. His voice is quiet but it is forceful and strong. Dervish sighs and sits back on the couch. He puts in head in his hands. He remembers this man, he was cruel and gave lives away as if they were mere broken toys and nothing more. He remembers the worlds and the suffering and the terrors you would go through with this man only to feel no comfort or be given no help or love.
I fling open the door and march inside. I'm wet, a downpour errupted almost as soon as I reached my street. The rain was heavy and although it was swept easily away by the leather of my jacket my hair, face, skin, shoes and trousers were completely sodden. It began to get hard to run and by the time I passed through the front door I was cold, angry and afriad.
The house looked the same as I entered. All objects in the house remained in the same spot as when I left- the phone was still off the hook from where I'd dropped it when Reni called. My spirit's were dampened like the rest of me as I thought of her. But something was massively different. It was the ammount of power and magic about the place and coming from the lounge.
I replaced the phone back to the hook with shaking hands. Dervish calls me. His voice sounds different; strained, quiet and a little scared. I paddle slowly over to the door to the lounge. As I touch it a spark of magic rips over me, from the last person who opened the door. I enter and sit down on the couch. Dervish is sitting on the armchair and as always and dressed in denim. His grey hair scruffled, I don't think he's brushed his hair or eaten. He looks miserable and smiles weakly at me.
They're are two other people in the room and I can feel magic radiating off them but I pretend not to feel a thing. One is a boy perhaphs a little younger than me or maybe my own age. He looks nervous and is pale. He has a skinhead. Instead of looking at me, he looks slightly above my head as if there's something intresting there that he's focusing on. The other is a very stern elderly man. When he gazes at me I feel weak and he seams inhuman. He's the powerful disciple. He has a short grey beard and pulls at it while he studies me.
He suddenly smiles. Someting that looks extremly out of place on a man like this. His smile is cold and reminds me terribly of Lord Loss. He speaks- His voice is magically powerful.
"Hello Grubitsch. My name is Beranabus."
