The Messengers…
Disclaimer: I was reading a fic, The Random Tale of Me and the Angel of Music and it was the funniest thing I ever read. So, I wanted to do a me-and-Jack my best friend-and-will Story :D
Sadly, I don't own PotC, but I loves it good.
Enjoy ya'll!
I walked into my house completely proud. My mother wasn't going to be home from work very late that evening, and I had just jacked 'The Messengers' from my aunt. Jack noticed my pride and questioned it.
"I got a scary movie to watch! Let's watch it OK?" Jack nodded and plunked down onto the couch as I put the DVD in the player. When I did, I popped some popcorn, got us some soda pop, and curled up to Jack as if we were on a movie date. And we were!
The movie started out OK, we weren't all that scared, but when Jesse was going to poke the Crow with a long stick, or move it to try and get it out (one or the other) the music and camera movements built such dramatic energy that when the crow jumped up squawking like crazy me and Jack screamed and clung to each other.
Then, when the dramatic terror was over, we looked at each other and laughed.
We were so wrapped up in the movie that we hardly ate any of the popcorn and our sodas sat on the coffee table half empty.
The movie had scared the shit out of Jack, but he still loved it. The movie was amazingly filmed and big on dramatic tension.
Jack and I screamed a lot during the surprising parts in the movie, but we always had good reason to. Some of the times, we jumped and forgot to scream.
It was actually pretty entertaining; Jack hid behind the loveseat during one spot or two; and I held onto one of the throw pillows.
When Jack got back with me on the couch, and my cat jumped on his lap in an attempt at getting him to pet 'im, Jack got scared and hid behind me.
"It's just the cat Jack." I assured him, but he still wanted me to 'keep that demon away'. I didn't blame him for calling my cat a demon, because that was what she was. A demon, nothing less.
At the end of the movie, Jack and I had to head to sleep. Although Sleep came pretty easy for Me, Jack was too terrified to sleep.
"…..Lenore….?" he whispered quietly as I laid against his chest in my pink, silk, Chinese style pajamas.
"…hmm…?"
"There are no such things as Ghosts and Zombies…right…?"
"Right." I assured him, snuggling my head against his chin and trying to calm him down.
"But you also said the Furbie wasn't alive and it was then."
"…that was different…" I yawned. "It was demon possessed, The Messengers is just a movie Jack, I promise, nothing will happen." I could tell he wasn't completely satisfied, but he decided to try and believe me, and let me sleep.
Good god this chapter was short. But this story has got it's dose of Writer's block, and I can't think of anymore funny things to happen. So- if you want- give me some suggestions in your reviews. :D I'll be more than happy to consider them!
Again, sorry it took so long.
