The rose and the skull
Chapter 3
I stared at the sky. It was just after sunrise, and I was on the roof. The pumpkin-shaped sun was hanging over the horizon, and the forest where the gypsies were was calling to me again. I had been fighting the urge to go back there for a day now, knowing my dad, he'd do something to keep me from going to see Rose. Mom had been gone last night, she was visiting Dr. finkelstein, so I had just passed the night on the roof, staring at the stars.
Something made a muffled explosion, and smoke started pouring out of my sister's room. I scrambled over to where her window was. She was furiously trying to send the smoke out the window, so I detached my head, and tossed it into the window. It landed on her bed, I rolled it around by throwing my center of gravity in front of me. I saw my sister finish beating the smoke out the window, and return to her cauldron.
"Hmm, not enough newt's wart, and too much nightmare's tears." She said, and dumped the contents into a sink. She then started grabbing various bottles, all of them labeled in a strange language. Then she turned around, and saw my head on her bed. "ARAZAIEL! WHAT IS YOU HEAD DOING ON MY BED?" She shrieked at me.
"Nothing. Just seeing what the explosion was." I replied. My body then crawled through the window. "So I came, I saw, I am leaving." I picked up my head, screwed it on, and left.
That night, I snuck out .I went straight to the forest, and walked towards the camp. At the last moment, I hid behind a wagon. I thought How the heck am I gonna explain this to her? I just sat there, and listened to the gypsies.
"Well, This forest gives me the creeps, I say we get out of here as soon as we can."
"yeah, but we need to see if they have anything worth taking with us, you know, for posterity."
"I know, I know. But still. They say that the bone-man from that one Christmas lives here. You know, the half-disaster from when we were kids."
I looked over my shoulder, and thought Bone-man? Do they mean dad? And what's with the half-disaster? And what the heck is "Christmas" I looked at the sky, I remembered when I was young, there was a time when someone mentioned something that sounded vaguely like that. I stood up, dusted myself off, and walked back into the woods.
I think that I got turned around somewhere, because after a few hours of walking, I had no idea where I was. I looked around, and all of a sudden, I saw something. It was a group of trees that were arranged in a circle. They all had a door on them, and were decorated oddly. I looked at the sky, and it was getting light on the eastern horizon. I pulled a red stick out of my pocket.
"Skeleton magic." I whispered, and the stick lengthened, popped into wings, and I changed as well. My upper canines sharpened, my clothes changed from the jeans and gray hoodie I was wearing, to poofy red pants with black and white stripes straps hanging off of them, and a long-sleeved red shirt with a loose black vest. I stuck the wings onto my back and flew back home.
The skeleton magic was old, and only skeletons knew of it. I'm not even sure if mom knows anything of it. It's a secret form that gives us the abilities of our spirit, or, more understandably, it turns us into an animalistic hybrid. My animal is bat, Dad's is spider, and supposedly if the grim reaper is a skeleton (no one's allowed to know.) they're probably something like a crow. In this form, we can do a wide range of magik, and are endowed with the ability to do what our animal does, in my case, fly.
Preview: A new face, and something's stalking the gypsies.
A/N: next update will be next Tuesday. R&R or I will do horrible things to a certain Jack Skellington. (Hint hint, the horrible things will involve yaoi w/ oogie boogie.)
