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It was late and I was still up. Something I didn't regularly do. The book that Ms. Crane had given me was to interesting to put down. It had spells to heal the sick and wounded, how to change small things into new things, how to protect loved ones, and even how to grow things. They never really worked though. It made me frustrated when I couldn't turn my pencil topper into candy corn. I even tried it over and over until I finally flicked it out of my sight and pouted. Why wouldn't it work? I thought I had, like, magic in me or something. I had too!
"Oh, come on book, I know I've got magic. My grandmother was a witch! She had to be! She had five big ass kids and still kept her shape!" I explained to it, as if it were to help me. I sighed heavily and closed it. Giving up on whatever I was trying to do. Magic shmagic. It didn't work, so how would a couple of chalk drawings protect my family? I rolled my eyes and glanced at my watch that I never wore due to how gawdy it was...that, and it didn't fit right. It was nearing midnight and the sight of it made me yawn heartily as I scratched my tummy. "Maybe doing all those drawings used up all the mana or something. Gotta recharge or whatever." I asked myself. I stretched my arms out and stood from my vanity, where I had been doing my research, and put the little book and chalk in the drawer. My candle was beginning to grow shorter and I had to remember how to get to the general store after school. Ugh. I hated school. Even if it was pretty cool. I didn't want to get up so early in the morning just to spend several hours in one building. But, I was almost out of school as it was. Just a few more years or something...
You see I got held back, if I haven't told ya'll, I was in grade school and missed too many days taking care of my mother. 'Nough said.
Anywhoodle, I decided to get rid of the church wear for the night and put on my big baby blue sweater, go to bed, and get on my boat to Lullaby Mountain. I covered up my body tightly in my warm blankets and basked in the cozy glory. I mean, it wasn't as cold in my rooms as the other nights, but I wanted to get to sleep as soon as possible. I liked to sleep. And I had already missed to many hours of it and had to get up early for school. Which sucked. Didn't school used to only have to start at like Ten in the morning? Not this eight shit. But, it's no use complaining if you can't change it.
I snuggled up with my favorite stuffed toy and blew out my candle. Sleep greeting me with open arms after our horrid seperation the early that day. And just as I was about to fall asleep, one last thought crossed my mind and I couldn't help saying it to my fuzzy friend. "I wonder if there really is a Headless Horseman. If there is...I hope he doesn't get me...Zzzzzzzzz"
-Time Pass-
"MELODIE WAKE UP!" A panicked voice shouted as the owner of it shook me. I jumped from my bed and looked around wildly. "WHAT!?" I yelped. "IT'S MORNING AND DAD WANTED ME TO GET YOU UP!" my brother shouted and then ran off, fake screaming and waving his hands in the air in a way that made me question if life in prison was all that bad. I began the tiring chase to catch my breath and slow my heart rate, all the while looking for clothes and wondering where the best place was to hide my brother's body was. I then realized that if I killed him, that I would no longer have anyone to blame things on and so moved on to another topic. The book. I walked to my vanity and opened the drawer, taking up the book and chalk and putting them into my bag. I yawned and wished I had some of the candy corn I could have made last night but the book wanted to be a bitch and said "NO!" ...okay, I was still pissed about the whole candy corn thing, but I was getting over it.
I came downstairs in my Grimm Bros. black tight short sleeved shirt with a line from a Red Riding Hood story, dark blue skinny jeans and a red hood woven from thin strands of cotton that had a v-neck that came down to the pocket infront. It basically is big enough for my shirt to be seen and my boobs to fit it. I also had one black rose earing in one ear and no other. "I dun wanna go." I groaned groggily. My father hugged me and laughed "I know, Sis, but you have to." he then said as he picked up his mug of coffee and opened the door. "Let's go." I nodded and was then climbing into the truck and into the back where I fell over with my bag under my head and my eyes closed. "School, Jeeves." I said to my father when he got in, buckled and the engine on. "Oh,was I supposed to laugh." He asked. He then belted out a sarcastic laugh and abruptly stopped as he grumbled and joked threats about dropping my ass off in the middle of no where. I chuckled and went on trying to get a nap in before school.
Sadly, before I knew. The truck made an abrupt stop and jerked me from my sleep. "OH MY GOD!" My father yelled. I shot up quickly and looked him dead in his face. "I swear if you're pulling the same shit the boy did, I'ma beat you with a brick stick." My father laughed and kissed my head and told me to have a good day at school. I then waved him goodbye and started up the steps to the school door. At the door I spotted Billard in the small Hallway and quickly walked up to him. "Hey, there!" I greeted him, squeezing him in my arms. He made a sound like "Hi." and I relinquished him from my hold. "So, how's your morning." I asked him smiling. He shrugged and blushed. "It's okay." he mumbled. I then noticed how his glasses were taped in the middle. "Billard, what happened?" I asked as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Those boys aren't messing with you again are they?" I then took a quick look around to see if they were nearby. Billard shook his head "No." when I looked back at him. "T-they got broken while I was in church." I then remembered that I had seen him with the Principal at the church the day before. "Oh." was all I could say for the moment. I then rubbed his head. "That was pretty crazy, huh?" I asked him. He looked at me with tears in his wide eyes. "You don't think the horseman is really back, do you?" he answered me with a question. I B=blinked a few times trying to think of an answer. I stood up straight to my tallest and crossed my arms infront of me, shrugging with a smirk. "Eh, I don't really know, but if he is, you bet that I wouldn't let him get you. Over my dead body." Billard smiled at me for the first time and hugged me. "Thank you!" he then ran off to his classroom blushing. I patted myself on the back for my job well done and began to walk to my own class.
As I got to class everyone was chatting away, Ms. Crane not in the room. I was being looked at while I entered the room and gained my seat by the window. "Really people," I said quietly to myself. "I like attention but this is retarded." That's when I spotted something that pissed me off. The art I had done was gone from the wall. I clenched my fists and jaw as I tried to calm myself. After a minute or two of breathing deeply and relaxing, I leaned back in my chair and sighed as I looked to the wall that used to hold my really fucking hard work. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Hey." I opened my eyes to see a girl with blue eyes, braided ginger hair, and braces. "Hi. What's up?" I asked as she sat in an empty chair next to me. "I'm Bree." She said sticking out her hand, I took it and shook hands with her and told her my name. "I know where your drawing went." she said. I sat up straight and gave her my full attention. "No one will tell you, but it was Mr. Richard. He took it to city hall to hang up for first prize." I looked at her confused. "But, why wouldn't anyone tell me?" She scoffed as she looked at the class. "They wanted you to think it was Rebecca and get into a fight." I gave it a thought and still couldn't understand. "Uh, why?" I asked her once more. She then yawned and lisped her next sentence. "These morons want two hot chicks to fight so they can tape it or something. Ever so primal." I sighed and aggred to her statement.
Dudes were like gorrilas. The went from ape, to great, to ape again. Why, oh why, did chivalry have to die?
I yawned because she yawned and then asked her if she was at the church Sunday. "Nah, my mother was and my dad, but I was helping my friend crying because this guy or whatever. It was some guy she wanted to see from town that she hadn't met I guess. She met him online or something. She said he was like an older dude and that was why she never saw him in school." I looked at her oddly. "Uh, that's dangerous and stupid, no offense." "I know, that's what I told her. And then it turned out that he never showed up at the place they were to meet. A friend had dropped her off and she was supposed to wait for the guy but he didn't show up or something like that." I didn't know wheather to feel sorry for the friend, or to think the friend was stupid. "Is she okay now?" I asked, some what not wanting to care but doing it because it was a way to make friends. "Yeah, I guess. She's still crying though, saying she wished she could have said goodbye before he died or whatever." I stared at her for a few seconds before I asked "What?" She shrugged. "He was killed or something. Like he was murdered by the Headless Horseman or whatever." This girl was ridiculous. All the whatever, and somethings, and...Ugh! It was like she was acting not to care. I decided to ask her that. "Do you care?" She shook her head no. "Nah, not really. I don't really care for anything." I rolled my eyes. This girl was trying to put on a show. "Really?" I then asked her as I rubbed my eyes, irratated at her behavior of the subject. "Yeah, why, do YOU care?" I then looked her straight into her eyes. "That man died in my backyard. Yes, I fucking care. I care a lot. About everything and anything. "I whispered harshly. "Now, drop this 'I don't give a fuck' attitude and you talk to me straight. Who was he?" She was wide eyed and shocked as she ducked closer to whisper back at me. "Did he really die in your backyard?" I growled and replied "Yes." She gasped and brought her hands to her mouth. "Omg. Was it the Hessian?" I looked at her hard, mentally telling her to tell me who he was. She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and looked around as she spoke. "I don't know his name but-" "His name was Jeremy Goodhill." She looked at me with shock again. "Go on, Bree!" I said. She nodded quickly and took out her phone. "Uh, t-this is his profile and his picture." she said as she clicked a few bootuns and turned the device to my view. My eyes went wide and I looked closely at the man in the picture. It was one of the dudes from the Silver truck from the first chapter!...Oh come on, I break the forth wall all the time, that's the whole part of first person point of view thing, right?
"I know him." I said to her as she put the phone away. She looked around and whispered. "I wouldn't doubt it, he was after every girl in town." She then sat up and asked me if I could tell her anything else that happened. I shook my head no and rolled my eyes under closed lids so she couldn't see my annoyance. She then replied with an 'Okay' and walked away to talk to her group of friends, one of them had red eyes and a sniffling nose.
"Everyone to their seats." said Ms. Crane as she walked into the room. The students were suddenly up and to their desk in under thirty seconds or less. "Thank you. Now, I know this weekend has been a strange one and I just wanted to let you know that there are no excuses for not being able to work. You will and you can continue in the normal manner. Now, please take out your text books and turn to where we last left off. I picked up my uber cool text book from inside my desk and flipped it open to more of the history about this fucked up town of Sleepy Hollow. "Now, since we are nearing to the day of Halloween, we will be doing a little game. It is a quiz game and there is no prizes except knowledge. We will begin the game with this first question: What was the name of the Headless Horseman's steed?" I quickly turned to my little red notes about the Headless Horseman. Flipping through pages. I'm a speed reader luckily and actually found the info in the actual text instead of the notes. I raised my hand an was immediatly called on "Yes, Melodie?" "The horse's name was Daredevil." I answered. "Very good." she praised. The other students sighed and waited for the next question. "Second question: What did the Headless Horseman throw at Ichobod Crane?" I looked through the book and raised my hand as soon as I found the answer...which was too late. "He threw a flaming jack 'o' lantern." said a boy. Ms. Crane nodded and spoke "Well done, well done. Question Three"
-Time pass-
I had barely got to answer three questions by lunch time, but I got to learn and play at the same time...It's still not as fun as it sounds. I sat on the steps with Billard at my side while we at out of our lunch boxes. His was a cool little bullet proof case looking one, while mine was My Little Pony. "I'll trade you an apple for your orange." I proposed to him, holding up the red fruit. He nodded with a mouthful of animal crackers he and I were sharing and I swapped fruits with with him. He then mumbled something incoherent through his mouth of partially devoured cracker creatures. "Say what?" I laughed. He then took a drink from his soda and swallowed. "Do you like juice boxes?" he asked. I then lifted up a bottle of water with a fruit punch packet. "Depends, do you like fruit punch?" He nodded with a smile and we traded again. "So, how is your lunch?" someone asked. I turned around to see Ms. Crane standing behind us. "Pretty good." I said as I took a good sip from my new juice box. Ms. Crane then gestured to the hall as she spoke "May I speak with you a moment Ms. Mayberry?" I looked at Billard and then back to here. "Um, uh, okay." I said as I stood. "Watch my lunch for my Bill?" Billard nodded and gave more incoherent words and Ms. Crane and I left for the hall.
"Is there a problem?" I asked her. Her eyes glanced side to side for a moment until she finally spoke. "Did you bring them with you, the chalk and book?" I confirmed it and she smiled, but not in her usual sweet way. "Good, I'm going to teach you how to use it."
"Really!?" I asked excitedly. She was going to teach me how to use the book and then I could finally make candy corn! She nodded and assured me that she would. "I will teach all that my mother taught me, it will be very simple. Meet me after school is over and we will begin." I smiled as I thanked her perhaps ten times over and then walked back to my spot by Billard. "So, what did you eat of mine while I was gone?" I asked him as I regained my lunch box into my lap. Billard tried to talk with a mouthful, but I simply dismissed it. "It's okay, Bill." I then took a big bite out of the high bolonga stacked sandwhich.
"Melodie, can I ask you a question?" asked Billard as he threw another grape into his mouth. I shrugged. "Sure." was my reply. He set aside his lunch box and folded his hands in front of him. "What would you do if you had a secret you wanted to tell someone?" he asked me with hesitation. The first two things that came to my mind was that he was either in trouble or he saw something he shouldn't have. I scratched my head, pondering how to answer. "Well, if I wanted to tell someone, I'd tell who ever I trusted best." Billard took my answer and stayed quiet for a long moment, staring at his hands. I gulped hoping that his secret wasn't something...weird... "Melodie?" he began. "Can I tell you my secret?" Oh good God, if this was about him thinking stuff or...doing shit with his...self... I didn't want to know. I tried to keep a straight face and not show him that I might be a little weirded out and said. "Sure, go ahead." It was the nice thing to do. Billard then took a deep breath as he took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt. "I saw the Horseman." My face went to 'Oh Shit' mode. "Y-you, heheh, you saw the Horseman?"I asked him, my eyebrows scrunched together in confusion with an unsteady smile on my face. Billard nodded. "I saw him when I was hunting with Grandad." Billard scooted closer to me, his hands shaking a little while he cleaned his glasses. "But, I don't really know if it was him." I put an arm around his shoulder as I tried to soothe him. "Well, then how do you know you saw him? For all you know it was just some other guy hunting too." I told him. He stuck his glasses back onto his face and looked up at me. "I guess your right. I did here guns go off. That's illegal though. Your only supposed to use traps until next month here. After that, Grandad wouldn't let us go hunting last weekened." It then dawned on me that he was there when the first time the guns were heard in the forest. I inhaled deeply and took another bite of my lunch. I didn't know if I should ask him what he saw. I thought I didn't believe there was a Horseman ghost.
Great, I'm going crazy like the rest of this town.
I patted Billard's shoulder and asked him if he had seen anything that night while he was hunting. He shrugged as he answered the best he seemed he could. "Well, I remember hearing something big running, like a buck or a moose. And I saw this guy wearing really dark, like black hunting gear I think. Like camouflage. He even had this big blanket or foilage cover thing to hide under. You know, like those big tarps stores sell that have camo all over them. I think that's what it was." I tried to peice together what he had told me and decided to investigate further. "Did you see his face or anything. Like, did you recognize him?" Billard shook his head 'No'. "I didn't see him for very long, he was moving fast. He didn't have a gun either now that I think about it. He had an ax though. Those aren't against the season rules. He was also wearing something over his head I think, I could see it. "Billard then laughed shyly. "I think that's why I thought he was the Horseman, because he looked like he had no head." Billard then asked me why I was being so quiet. "You usually talk a lot, why are you not now?" he asked. The boy must not have known that what he had told me had added to the possiblities of the horseman's probable existance. "I'm just thinking, Bill." I told him as I scarfed down the rest of my food. "Did you hear anything else besides hoof beats? Like people?" I asked him. Suddenly, the bell rang and students began to head for the door. I quickly picked up my lunch box and closed it up, watching Billard as he did the same. "No, I didn't. Right after the hooves and the guy, Grandad told me that we had to leave right away. He won't tell me why though, I think it's because of the gun shots." We were walking when he told me this and had to part ways when we stopped infront of his classroom. "Later, Melodie." he said as he went to his seat. I waved at him and then left to my class. What he had said made me wonder if his grandfather had seen anything. If the principal had taken him back home so soon from their hunting, he must have seen something. Either that or it really was because of the shots that were fired off.
I sat in my seat still contemplating about it until Mr. Richard came in with a black long box. The chatter died away as we looked to him. The box had a gray ribbon with pumpkin print tied around it, a neatly placed bow resting on the top's middle. I took a quick glance around. Everyone was staring. Then, Mr. Richard spoke up. "I suppose you guys know what this is, right?" He had a smile on his face when he looked to me. "Melanie, would you like to come up here and claim your prize?" I nodded and quickly stood from my seat. I attempted to keep calm as I was handed the box. It had a good weight to it and felt a little off balance. "Well, go on, open it up." Mr. Richard insisted. A smile grew on my face as I tugged the ribbon apart and pulled off the box's lid. Sitting in black and orange tissue paper was a silvery plastic sword with a black snake handle. I took the sword by the hilt and removed it from the box to show the rest of the class. The class clapped and hollered at their seats. I was laughing, in my hand was the Headless Horseman's sword, plastic and all. But, what made me laugh, was the fact that it looked nothing like the real thing.
"Alright, let's settle down and get to work on some math problems." Mr. Richard then said while he placed a stick of chalk to the blackboard. I went back to my seat and put the toy back into it's box and retied the ribbon around it, wishing I could stall my most hated subject for a little while longer.
-Time Pass-
DING DONG
I looked up from my notebook of doodles and math equations as the last bell rang. Mr. Richard had been walking around the class room while we worked and was right beside me when the bell went off. "Before you run off, be sure you have all your things and tonight's homework." Mr. Richard informed the class. Everyone was already grabbing their things and heading out the door. I had to wait behind. I stood from my desk though and put most of my items away into my book bag while the last students were filing out the door. "So," Mr. Richard began. "Ms. Crane is going to teach you how to use the book, right?" I nodded and pulled out the said book along with the pink chalk. Mr. Richard looked at the chalk strangely. "Why did she give you pink?" he asked, picking it up. I shrugged and replied. "I don't know. I guess it was all she had." Mr. Richard chuckled with a shake of his handsome head. "She has more, believe me." he said. Ms. Crane then came in. She had a brown paper bag in her hand and her purse in the other. "Ah, Ms. Mayberry, are you quite ready?" she asked me was she sat the brown bag on the desk beside me. "Yes, ma'am." I said cheerfully. Ms. Crane then pulled a number of bottles, boxes, jars, and packs of chalk out of the bag. "These will be your tools in learning and casting." Ms. Crane pointed out.
I took up one of the jars and closely examined it, the dark murky contents leaving me guessing. "What's this?" I asked, still holding the jar close to my face. "That's lamb's blood." Mr. Richard replied. I nodded with my lips pressed hard together. "Okie dokie." I then said as I sat the jar down and wiped my hand on my shirt. Ms. Crane tsked and changed the subject. "You see those chalks? You will be using those for most white magic spells and incantations." She picked up a pack of white chalk and began to teach me the fundamentals of using the chalk. How magical does that sound. right? "Now, for each spell that calls for chalk, you must have the right color. Watch." She then opened the little spell book and turned to the eye sigil. "This is to be done with pink chalk, a very protective color. And this." she said as she turned to a page with a triangular looking sign. "You would use green to place something you don't want found, it doesn't make it impossible to find, but it does make it harder even if it is in plain sight." I locked that away into my head to use when hiding my brother's things from him later. I spotted the black chalk and held it up with a question, "What would I use the black chalk for?" Ms. Crane flipped through the book and turned it to me for me to see a skull and cross bones looking circle. "This is something I hope you won't need to use. It is necromancy." I looked at it closely and gave her a confused look. "I know what necromany is, but what would I need it for, what does this spell do?" Ms. Crane sighed and gestured for Mr. Richard to speak. "Using this spell binds a contract between you and the closest dead thing. When the contract is sealed whatever dead is too protect you, but in return you must offer up blood. A lot of it. At least enough to leave you dizzy and limp, but still alive. One reason that it is so risky to use this, is the fact that if you sign the wrong corpse into a contract, they will most likely devour you after their job is done or take you down with them. Either way, it is best if you not tamper with the dead. They can hold a grudge." I blinked confusedly as he said this and he caught on. "I had messed with the necrowalker spell when I was young and had met a cruel experience." He stopped for a moment and looked to Ms. Crane. "Should I show her?" Ms. Crane sighed and replied, "It will teach her better than just our word." Mr. Richard nodded and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his white work shirt.
I blushed furiously as I saw a faint sign of a six pack under his tight skin. But, that blush faded away quickly when I saw the large scar that enveloped his whole left side and nearly his entire bicep. I gasped and forced my self to look away when I noticed that I had began to stare at the mark. "This is what I got out of the deal, a scar and my life nearly being taken away." Mr. Richard said, he then pulled his shirt back over himself and worked at his tie. "That is the price you could pay using this spell." I nodded, understanding completely and wanting to move on. I sat the pack of black chalk down, my own thoughts acting rather quiet as I let what I saw replay through my head. How did he even escape that? How young was he? My silent thoughts grew loud as I began to wonder what happened to him.
"Melanie, are you listening?" I was snapped out of my thoughts as Ms. Crane put a hand on my shoulder. I looked at her and she simply gave me a sweet smile. "Don't worry, dear, with the best of luck, you will never have to encounter a chance to use this spell." She said with a pat on my back. She then returned to teaching me with the help of Mr. Richard.
Heh, luck. She obviously doesn't know my family.
I was quickly taught everything that I needed to know. All the whats and hows and whys were explained and I was free to go home. It still struck me how simple everything was. By the time I was done being taught, it was barely thirty minutes after school. Everything. Every tid bit of knowledge that I could get was explained to me under half an hour. That if I need to know more I just had to use the book. Other than that, nothing. Just what I need and how to use it. It was too damn simple. Or is that just the way magic was? Simple. I groaned as my head began to hurt on my walk home. Thinking about the whole magic bussiness had done a number on my brain and I was ready for sleep. My feet were dragging as I walked my long way home, the night already drifting closer. I yawned with a stretch and readjusted my bag of new goodies. Ms. Crane had given me all the supplies she had taught me with and Mr. Richard had offered me a ride. But, as you can tell I didn't take it. I did what I usually did and refused kind offers. I was too independant for my own good. Because, now I was left alone in the growing darkness in the midst of a long dirt road, no one able to see me or hear my muffled screams as some monster could have grabbed me from behind and killed me on the spot.
With those thoughts running through my head I picked up a faster pace. I sped walked as fast as my sanity permitted and my legs could attempt. The thoughts of a ghost horseman coming out of the suddenly became terrorfying. I forced my legs to move faster and moved my bag's strap to rest on my left shoulder as my bag stayed to my right, securing it better as I took off in a sprint. I squeeled as I heard an owl shreik and swoop passed me. I was panting with fear. Night had fallen too quickly and the heavily clouded sky didn't help it at all. My legs burned and my lungs stung. I had to stop. The weight I was carrying had become a swift burden and made running too much of a challenge. I stood there in the middle of the dirt road, panting while I was bent over with my hands on my knees. I heaved greatful amounts of oxygen into my chest in an attempt to catch my breath. It stung my lungs vengefully but, releived my shortened breath. I then suddely became very aware of the heavy nearing thumps behind me.
I spun around too quickly and became freighteningly light headed, my sight dashing all over the world behind as my vision blurred for a moment. My heart raced and my breath became heavy once a-fucking-gain. Everything seemed to grow darker and I took that as a note to run. I swiftly turned tail and ran for the second time that night, the thumping only becoming louder. I gulped hard and did the most stupid thing I had ever done in my life; I looked back.
My eyes went saucer sized as my and this insane town's worst nightmare was close behind me. A midnight black mustang or clydesdale or whatever it was (It was fucking huge and fast okay?...that's what she said.) ran passed me, on its back sat a tall darkly armoured figure, a black cape flowing behind him, and a head missing from his fucking shoulders. I stopped immediatley, tripping and falling on my ass. I braced myself as I expected him to stop and turn around, to kill me and claim my head. But, instead, I found he kept riding on, further and further down the road until his horse made a sharp right. My breath hitched as he disspeared from my view and one word fell from my mouth. "No."
He was headed for my home.
Panic sank deep into my chest as I just stood and stared down where the horseman had rode. He was at the old cabin, my father and brother inside. I took a step to run, my legs shaking and stiff. "Shit, fucking move!" I barked at my legs as they remained hesitant and wobbling. I growled and tore through my fear, taking off into an adreniline lined dash. The dirt kicking up with my steps and the howling wind biting my skin as I ran with as much strength I could force my legs to use and all the while thoughts of finding my family murdered kept dancing tortorously in my head. It made me sick thinking of seeing my family torn to bits and peices, their heads gone and I not being there to do anything if I could or even die with them at least. I blinked away the fat tears that welled in my eyes, staining my cheeks as they rolled down my reddened face. "Oh, FUCK THIS!" I shouted as I threw my bag off my shoulder and to the grassy road side. The unnecessary weight gone, I ran faster. I wished I had done it sooner. My legs moved quickly and I sharply turned into the front yard of my cabin home. Before the cabin stood the black steed that had galloped passed me on the road, his dark red eyes spying me, watching me as I ran up to the porch. God, I was so stupid, but I had to get to my family. I shot into the living room and immediatley called out. "Trentin! Dad!" I ran into the hall and to my brother's room, grasping the door knob and twisting it to open the door. The damn door didn't open more than an inch. I huffed and rammed my shoulder into the door, stuff tumbling behind it. "Trentin!" I shouted. I rushed the door again. "TRENTIN!" The door suddenly gave way and I found myself on the floor. "GET UP!" My brother demanded. I was roughly pulled out of the doorway and into the room, Trentin slamming the door shut and forcing furnature against it. "Where's Dad!?" I asked anxiously. He wasn't in the room and I didn't see him when I was coming in. My quick breath frosted in the air as well as my brother's, the room chilling us to the bone. I swallowed hard as heavy steps strode closer. "Get away from the door!" I whispered harshly to my brother who then backed away from the temporary barricade. I stood close by him in the corner as the steps neared closer to the door, metalic tings being with each tread. Then, silence.
I looked to my brother unasured and then back to his furniture barrier. Would it hold against a fucking ghost. Trentin moved infront of me and picked up the axe that he had found the day we went into the forest. He gripped it firmly in his hands and stanced himself, ready to attack when needed. We waited, the quiet becoming scarier than the heavy thud of booted feet. I pulled at my brother's sleeve to get his attention, making him turn his head only slightly enough to lend his ear. "Where's Dad?" I whispered. Wood flew from the door before my brother could answer and I screamed. Fast steady strikes slashed through the door little by little. Trentin jumped and stepped back a step, bumping into me. "What do we do!?" I yelped, my heart hammering against the inside of my chest. I looked around for an escape root, the three windows in my brother's room were too small for us to climb out and there was no other door. It was after another scream lept from my lungs when I remembered the eye sigil I had drawn under my brother's bed when he was a sleep that day. I turned to the bed to see it being the only item not shoved against the door and went straight to its side. "Help me!" I demanded as I pushed the heavy frame across the floor. Trentin was at my side and helping me shove the bed against the wall, just so happening to add more to the door blockage. The heavy wooden legs scrapping against the uneven boarded floor didn't help as it snagged the legs over and over as we continued to push with all our strength, even my brother's help wasn't doing much due to the rugged wood under our feet. "Push!" I yelled as the door finally fell in peices. The Horseman threwover the side table that blocked most of the upper part of the door and started working on shoving everything out of the doorway. "Shit!" I gasped. The bed skidded against the floor as we pushed harder and finally into the door. I scrambled back as an axe swiped between my brother and I, screaming until my back hit the wall. The heavy items that sat in the door way soon became incapable of moving with the aid of the huge bed. I sighed and for a moment was releived. That's when the ghost began to hatchet the door into peices again, making a large gapping hole. "Trentin move!" I cried as the Horseman flung himself through the giant gap of doorlessness. I pulled my brother as much as I could, but he stayed still, his muscles tense with the axe in his hand. "Trentin!" I yelled and kicked him behind his knees, causing him to buckle and fall on the protective eye circle. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" He roared.
I quickly backed into the wall as the Horseman got closer to my brother. My brother stood up quickly and braced himself. "Don't move from that spot!" I comanded. My brother shot me a pissed look and shook his head. "I fucking mean it! Look down!" Trentin glanced down once and then again as he finally caught the pink chalk in his veiw. "Stay in that circle!" I said. I could feel my heart pumping faster as I remembered that the circle wouldn't be able to do anything to protect me, and the thought of dashing out the hole the Horseman made suddenly became rather appealing. I stuck close to the wall and watched the Horseman stand there, as if he was mad dogging the pentagram eye. I slowly took a step to the side to make my way behind the ghost only to freeze as he swiftly turned towards me. I gulped and ran for the door, ducking under his black armour clad arm as it reached for my neck. I jumped onto the bed and went to dive through the hole. But, my waist was grabbed and I was tossed back into the room, my head knocking against the wall. I could barely see or hear as I felt a crushing force on my neck and my feet dangling beneath me. "Sie haben ziemlich viel Mühe für mich verursacht, kleines Mädchen." a deep voice growled, the pain in my neck encreased tenfold and my breath was growing thin. "Sie sollten aus dem Weg geblieben." I cracked open my eyes as the voice spoke. German. I knew a little german. But, I couldn't understand just what the fuck he said. I struggled to speak under his grasp that just seemed to grow tighter around my throat. "B-bitte." I choked, hoping what I said was right. I was fluent, you know this. A thunderous laugh resounded through out the entire cabin. "Betteln wird dir nicht gut , Mädchen." He chuckled darkly. I winced as his hand wrapped tighter around my neck, my hands flying up and pulling at his one that held my high like I was weightless. I had never felt so weak.
KRACK!
My eyes popped open as I fell to the ground. I clutched my aching neck with a fit of coughs as I looked around. A broken two by four layed in two parts on the floor and a hand was suddenly on my arm. I didn't even have the chance to scream before I was thrown aside to hit another wall and cringing from pain. I forced my eyes open to see a new scenery. I had been thrown into the hall and blood was on the floor. It didn't take me long to find the source of the blood when a searing pain arrupted from my leg. "Fuck!" I coughed. I stood my legs up shakily against the wall and looked back into the room, finding my father rushing my brother out the hole as the Horseman behind them began to get to his feet. "Dad, hurry!" I screamed as the Horseman stood to his full height. A furious growl ripped through the air and I was pulled away. "No, NO!" I skreiched hoarsely as my brother pulled me away from the door. "DADDY!" I continued to scream while my brother picked my up roughly and ran my outside. I wriggled in my brother's hold until he finally dropped me on my ass in the front yard. I cried as I heard pained shouting from my father. I then looked to the black horse that just stood there and watched me as tears fell from my eyes. "The fuck are you looking at!?" I asked in a threatening tone, pissed at the horse's rider and the fucking horse itself. The giant raven steed reared back and stood on its hind legs, it's whinny sounding to much like a fucking growl. It came down hard right in front of me and came face to face with me with its dark red eyes and his snout almost touching my nose. My eyes were wide with fear as the beast of a gorse whinnied again, giving me a nice show of its unnatural sharp teeth. It huffed into my face then suddenly stood tall, its ears perked and twitching. It let out a higher pitch and trotted to just before the porch. An extremely frustrated growl came loudly from inside and the sound of heavy stomps quickly treaded through the cabin. The Horseman was outside before we knew it. He took the reins of his horse and swiftly hopped onto the saddle of his beast horse. He let out a terrorfying roar and pointed to me and my brother with a dark blade I knew too well for my comfort. "Das nächste Mal , Hexe!" He growled lowly and then kicked the side of the horse with his spurs, the two soon vanishing into the Western Woods. I shuddered and collected my legs together into my chest and held them as I cried.
Out in the distance, sirens were letting themselves be known as they sped down the dirt road and into the front lawn. "Mayberry, what happened?" a familiar voice demanded as foot steps stopped in front of me. "It was that fucking Headless Horseman." my brother answered. I was then plucked from the ground and rushed to an ambulance. "She's losing to much, we need to get her to the hospital, asap!" said another voice I knew. I felt too damn dizzy to care or to even look at the people around me. I just cried. "Melodie, Melodie speak to me." said the voice. I shook my head "No." violently and hugged my knees tighter. "Melodie, it's Mr. Richard, it's alright. Just tell me what happened." I looked up to Mr. Richard whoi was wearing a pair of jeans and a night shirt. "Talk, sweetheart." He said softly as he rubbed my shoulder. I choked on my own words until they finally fell from my mouth with multiple sobs. "It-it was the Horseman!" I breathed deep shudering breaths as Mr. Richard called for Officers Isaea and Issac. "It was him." He said quietly as they approached us. The twins nodded as if they knew it would be, like it was expected. The fuck it was expected! It caught me off fucking guard! "Where's your father?" Isaea asked and insantly regreting it as I burst out in incontrolable sobs. "He's dead! He fucking killed him!" I cried into my hands. "Go!" Mr. Richard said and the sound of running steps lead away from me and an arm was soon around my shoulder. "It's okay." Mr. Richard said. "Everything will be okay." He squeezed my shoulder reasuringly, my sobs softening only a smidgen. It wasn't okay. I knew my father was inside dead and headless. I didn't want these lies, I wanted my father. Imagining my father lifelsss and decapitated made me cry harder.
"He's alive!" someone shouted from the porch. My head snapped up from my hands as I watched the team of paramedics rush into the cabin. "Stay here." Mr. Richard said as he left my side and shoulder. I did as he told me and sat there until I saw my father being wheeled out of the front door, head intact. Well, of course it would be if it was said that he was alive. I jumped out of the medical vehicle and dashed to my father's side to see him still breathing. "Get her in the ambulance!" One of the medics said. An officer hurried me to the ambulance as my father was lifted up and into the vehicle, I soon followed. He was partially awake and his breathing was shallow. I reached for his hand and held it, a worried but releived small smile on my face. "It's gonna be okay, sweetpea." he breathed. "Trentin, you'll ride with me." Mr. Richard said and my brother followed him out of my sight. The back of the ambulance then closed up. "I need to see your leg." One of the meds said with a clothe and a table of strapped down tools by her side. She pulled my injured leg onto her thigh and dowsed it with hydropyroxide. I winced with a groan and she pressed a towel firmly against the still bleeding wound. "Take a deep breath and let it out on the count of three, ready, one two three!" I didn't even have a chance to breath when she yanked a good sized stick of DOOR out of my leg. I panted heavily as she poured more of the bubbling cleaning substance onto my leg. "Cocksucker motherfucker!" I growled to myself as she pulled another chunk of wood out of my leg. "I'm going to wrap this up until we get you to the hospital." said the medic, not mentioning the fact that it was going to hurt. I bit my knuckle as she tightly spun white gauge around my throbbing leg and tapped it even tighter. My precious blood was already seeping through the white, staining it a dark red that grew deeper and deeper in color. "How's my dad?" I asked the med attending my father. He nodded while listening to my father's heart and checking his pulse. "He'll be find, just got a good beating. He hasn't even bled as much as you have yet." He replied. I took the answer greatfully and went back to the aggravating pain in my leg. I took deep breaths and waited as the sound of the siren nearly drove me up the wall. I was sick of sound for the moment. It made me nauseous and didn't improve my headache anymore than a baseball bat to the head.
"How much farther until we reach the nearest hospital?" I asked the female medic. She glanced at me then picked up the walkie talkie on her shoulder. "How much farther, Dan?" a siren filled pause and I suppose it was Dan who answered on the otherside. "Almost there, just ten minutes away." She looked to me and I nodded that I had heard it and closed my eyes. I was so tired and worn out that closing my eyes for that little moment almost knocked me out. It became a fight to keep awake. "Okay, let's go." said the male medic as the back doors swung open and I was picked up and passed to a male nurse who sat me in a wheel chair and began to push me into the ER. I nearly broke my already hurting neck to try and see my father as he was lifted out of the ambulance and ran into the ER, passing me and the male nurse as he let them in first. "Don't worry, they'll take care of him." he said and then pushed me into a room where a doctor with all sorts of painful looking tools was waiting on stand by. "Fair warning, I'm afraid of needles." I said weakly. I was taken out of the chair and onto a bed as a nurse stuck me with an IV needle, the cooling liquid comforting me as they injected something else that zonked me out right after.
"Ms. Mayberry, are you awake?" a friendly voice asked. I nodded and listened as whoever continued to speak. "Your father is alright, he's resting. You're brother is here as well as Mr. Richard." I slowly blinked my eyes open. Ms. Crane was by my side as well as my brother and Mr. Richard. "Oh, hey guys, I'm high as a kite." I said groggily. My brother fought back a laugh. "You just said that infront of both your teachers." he giggled. I nodded because I did it on purpose and knew what I was doing. "I know, dude. That's why I said it." Mr. Richard chuckled softly, shaking his head. Ms. Crane was even a little amused. "See, they know what I mean." I slurred. I was still in a daze from whatever they had given me. Trentin couldn't hold it back and had to walk to the other side of the room. "I think you need to rest, dear." Ms. Crane sighed. She carefully pulled the covers up on me, making sure she didn't nudge the cords connected to my arms. "You're brother will be staying with me for a while until your father is able to be released from the hospital. But, it may take some time." I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that. But, it made me understand a bit more when my brother looked at me and shook his head. "What are you not telling me?" I asked. I smelled a lie. Ms. Crane took a breath and began to tell me that it was for the best that they speak about the matter with me when I was released the next day. I rolled my eyes lazily and my head drooped as I passed out for half a second. "See, we'll talk tomorrow when you are...sober." Ms. Crane said finally. She and the others then walked to the door. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched them walk away. "Ms. Crane?" I called out just before she closed the door. "Yes?" she poked her head back into the room as she waited for me to speak. I ruubed my eyes and attempted to clear my throat, making my voice worse than it was. "I left my bag in the side of the road on my way home, can you have someone get it for me?" She smiled kindly to me. "I'm sure my boys won't mind. Good night." She then dimmed the lights in my room and closed the door behind her. I then got the best fucking sleep of my entire life.
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A/N~
There you go guys.
Now, I'm starting my job tomorrow and that means that I may not have much time to write.
And I ASSURE you that this is a Hessian and OC romance, it's just taking sometime to get to it.
Now, I know some of you don't know german very well, so I have the translations for the german spoke today...or tonight...either one.
Sie haben ziemlich viel Mühe für mich verursacht, kleines Mädchen
You have caused me quite some trouble, little girl
Sie sollten aus dem Weg geblieben
You should have stayed out of the way
Bitte
Please
Betteln wird dir nicht gut , Mädchen
Begging will do you no good, girl
Das nächste Mal , Hexe
Next time, witch
Thank you guys for reading and please review.
Otakuninja-chan
