October 2nd
October 2nd
Author's Notes: Okay, so I didn't get to write the first chapter yesterday like I meant to. But I'm gonna make up for it! It's not like I've got anything better to do.
Though I would like to watch a few episodes of Buso Renkin… maybe I'll do that first. Yeah, I'll just write this in about an hour.
8:00 AM:
Class was starting. The students filled the clean, white science room as the balding, bitter teacher took roll. The smell of chemicals, cleaning supplies, and dead frogs filled the cold air.
Double D sat in his usual seat. An empty seat sat next to him, mocking him with its seatness. That was usually where Ed sat. He hadn't been in school yesterday either. If he'd gotten stuck in the toilet again…
Then, for a flash of a moment, Edd's mind went back to last Halloween. The dummy… the plant… everyone dying all around him and he couldn't do anything. It had been horrible. A throbbing headache, like a baseball hat in his skull, started off.
Double D laid his head on the table and closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to quell the headache. After a few seconds, the pain vanished and he opened his eyes.
The room was bathed in a red light, darkening the corners and filling every nook and cranny with shadows. Corpses filled every seat around him—horrible corpses that looked so familiar.
They were all of his friends. Despite their rotting muscles and lack of flesh it was obvious… Double D felt he would puke at this thought. He could see everything… it was sick! Veins, muscles and innards were all just hanging out of their…
Oh, God!
Double D watched in horror as the corpses got out of their seats. In a sickening march, the figures came to the front of the classroom. Much to Edd's shock he could hear… music. It was strangely cheerful, contradicting the horrors unfolding in the room.
The corpses—each one a mockery of someone in Peach Creek—held hands. With a sickening squish they began coming together, hands melting into each other like water pouring into more water. In mere seconds, the corpses were all joined at the shoulders; like paper-dolls, but much more grotesque.
Soon, they shared legs, then hips; the heads merged together until the twelve dead forms that had been before Double D had merged into one, grotesque blob of a creature. Flies buzzed around it and a horrible stench filled the room. Double D saw that the face was an indescribable, rotted ball of flesh.
The giant corpse reached towards Double D, its flesh falling off of its hand in clumps as the music rang. Edd tried to scream but found no voice to scream with. He closed his eyes in fear…
… and opened them. His head was lying on the science table. Ed's seat was empty. There was no music, no red lights, and no headache… how had he fallen asleep? He hadn't even been tired…
4:06 PM:
"Man… Halloween's a while away."
Eddy sighed as he sat on the cliff overlooking the beach. Nobody was swimming in it; too chilly. But when Summer came around it would fill up with the children of the Cul de Sac. Until then it was a decent place for Eddy to pound his slightly-below-average brain cells together.
He had lied when he told Double D not to worry about Halloween. He was terrified—he had died, and that was bound to instill a bit of nervousness. Who was to say that the past wouldn't repeat itself? Definitely not Eddy. Or the guy from Silent Hill 2.
Eddy stopped thinking (it comes naturally to most people) when he saw something in the water. It looked like a little, black spot from where he was sitting but… it looked like it was in trouble.
With what he hoped was dramatic flair, Eddy climbed down from the cliff and ran up to the shore. A few yards in, he could see a woman (fairly-attractive) with brown hair. She was splashing in the water, trying desperately to stay afloat.
"Are you okay?!" The question was a fairly stupid one to ask someone who was drowning. It was like asking someone who was on fire if he knew the time.
"Help!"
The one-word reply was fairly predictable. What else would you have time to say when you were so busy drowning?
Eddy quickly turned and hightailed (Meaning, 'to run using a stupid word') it to the road. Much to his luck and plot convenience, he saw a police car pulled over on the side of the road. He ran up to the officer.
"Uh… sir! There's a lady drowning!"
The officer, leaning against his squad-car (Eddy could vaguely hear the Nightrider theme), shrugged nonchalantly. "So?"
"You're the police! Shouldn't you do something!"
The policeman merely shrugged again (Apparently the only movement he could make). "Whatever. Not my problem. I just do… car things."
With a groan of exasperation, Eddy turned and ran back to the beach. He pulled his shirt up over his head, preparing to jump into the briny, polluted depths. But he stopped when he un-heard something—there was no splashing.
Eddy pulled his shirt back on and saw that the water was calm. So calm that it seemed impossible that anything could be living in it. Even if someone was drowning, there would be little ripples or something… wouldn't there?
He looked down and saw tiny, round prints in the sand leading away from the water. The way they moved didn't match normal footprints. Hell, the prints didn't match normal footprints.
With a sigh, Eddy simply turned and walked away.
Author's Notes: So Buso Renkin was good. I feel bad, because I don't have time to write a chapter, though. Oh, well; at least I saw hot Homunculus-on-Getting-killed-with-a-lance action! Well, I'll write some tomorrow.
Wait… why am I even writing this? Nobody's gonna read what I'm not putting up… huh. Weird. It's like I'm stupid or something. Oh, well; first chapter tomorrow.
