Hello everyone sorry for the VERY late chapter I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO busy. But there will probably be one more chapter after this one so…. BYE!
–Jordan
Harold had to think fast the sirens were quit close now and they were on the top floor of the building, he picked Sherman up (He was surprisingly light for a 16 year old boy) and ran out of the room, past Mr. Peabody down to the stairwell and out of the building.
"Stop right there!" The Police yelled.
"What are you stopping me for? I'm Officer Jon and I am just taking this boy to the Emergency room." Harold lied.
"Oh then carry on." The Police man said proceeding to the building.
"STOP HIM! POLICE STOP HIM!" Mr. Peabody said running towards them but he was to late Harold had already pulled a man out of the cop car and drove away.
"What's the problem Mr. Peabody? He is just officer Jon." The Officer asked.
"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN FOLLOW THAT CAR!" Mr. Peabody yelled jumping in another Police car.
"Wait what?"
"JUST GET IN!"
Harold speed down the road and soon arrived at his house (A different house than the shack or the house Judy lived in.), Mr. Peabody and the officer couldn't find them so they went back and Mr. Peabody explained everything.
"There… gone." Mr. Peabody said slowly.
"Don't worry we will find them." The officer said happily.
"HOW?! WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE HE WENT SHERMANS PHONE ISANT WITH HIM SO WE CAN'T TRACK IT AND WE HAVE NO LEAD!" Mr. Peabody yelled.
-Harold's house-
Harold opened the wooden door and stepped into a pitch black house; it was drafty and looked like no one lived in it for ages. Sherman was still unconscious so Harold used this time to light some candles. (The house had no power)
"JUDY! JUDY WE ARE HERE!" Harold yelled with his voice echoing throughout the house.
"Nuggggg…." Sherman mumbled as he woke up rubbing his head.
"What? HOW DID YOU WAKE UP SO QUICKLY?!" Harold asked.
Sherman quickly looked up at Harold with fear in his eyes as Harold gave Sherman another very hard blow to the head knocking him out once again.
"Hello dad." Judy said smiling as she walked out of another dark room.
"Here I brought the boy you wanted Judy." Harold said throwing Sherman's limp body over by her feet. "He is a real fighter."
"Thanks dad!" Judy said running up to him and hugging him.
"So are you ready to do the ritual?"
"Yes, are you?"
"Why would I ask if I was not already ready?"
"I don't know!" Judy said attempting to pick up Sherman and drag him down to the basement.
They both walked down the dark hallway that was dimly lit by various candles, as they approached the room Judy took out an old, rusty skeleton key to unlock the door and the three of them stepped inside except Judy was actually carrying Sherman.
"Well let's start." Harold said moving things and lighting candles.
"But dad he has to be awake!" Judy said laying Sherman down on a table and strapping him to it.
"Well he woke up rather quickly last time so let's just get set up, shall we?" Harold suggested
"Let's shall." Judy replied.
It had only been a short time before Sherman regained his conciseness and began to stir.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…." Sherman slurred as he tried to sit up, the world was spinning around him, but he found he was tied down.
"Hello Sherman." Judy said in her happy smiley tone.
"Y….YOU!" Sherman screamed realizing he was once again with the evil, insane, schizophrenic, girl he once new.
"Ok so are we ready Judy?" Harold asked smiling, but not a nice smile, an evil demonic smile.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH ME I'M NOT EVAN THE HANDSOME OR…..OR SMART OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU WANT!" Sherman yelled beginning to cry.
"Aw now Sherman don't cry, it does pain me so to see you cry."
"Now if you are all done acting painfully stupid we can begin." Harold said
The two Hendrickson's began chanting things that were unknown to Sherman and once they were done Judy and Harold walked over to him and took out a small knife.
"When the blood is sacrificed from the victim and the potion is made the ritual will be completed." Harold said brining the knife near Sherman's palm.
Now Sherman had always had a fear of knifes and needles and the last time he went to the doctors and they tried to give him a shot he totally flipped out and this wasn't any better, when the knife lightly touched his palm he started screaming and freaking out.
"HOLD STILL!" Harold said angrily
About 20 minutes went by and they still couldn't get Sherman to sit still.
"This is hopeless…." Harold said putting the knife down on the table.
"Dad we can't give up, here you hold Sherman here and here." Judy said.
They finally cut a small cut into his skin and got a small amount of blood out.
"There? See that wasn't that bad." Judy said
"Ok now we mix the blood in with the potion." Harold said pouring the small amount of blood into the caldron.
He mixed it as it puffed and sputtered, "Ok it's done." He said getting out a cup and filling it with the mixture.
"I am not drinking that." Sherman said.
"Now Sherman….. don't be difficult." Judy said putting her hands on her hips, "We have to learn to get along."
"HOW COULD I GET ALONG WITH SOMONE WHO IS AN INSANE KILLER?!" Sherman yelled.
"Well first you could drink this, DAD HOLD HIM STILL AND MAKE HIM DRINK THIS!" Judy commanded.
They walked over to Sherman and held his mouth open, and when it was in his mouth the held his mouth and nose shut until he swallowed.
Sherman swallowed it, it was his only choice, when he was finished he coughed and sputtered.
"How do you feel Sherman?" Judy asked with a sly grin
"I feel….