Chapter 9 Breakfast and news

Holly 1st

That was a good sleep. I haven't slept with anyone since I was 8 and had a nightmare, I ran to my sisters room and spent the night with her. Too bad that was the last time we actually acted like brother and sister. But this was 10 times better, the feeling of the comforters against my bare skin, the light tingling feeling as I opened my eyes and the beam of sunlight coming through the open window along with a light breeze. So this is what euphoria feels like, I read something about this in a slutty manga (curiosity got the better of me) but actually living it is way different than just reading about it.

The only thing missing is Greg, who is on the floor doing push-ups. He was grunting and gasping and the level of sweat on his back and neck told me that he was doing this for a while. "Greg, what are you doing?"

"I *inhale* had a dream, a *nether inhale* a nightmare. You were in it and, something bad happened to you." He started to go a bit faster, down and up down and up, arms bending down to a 90° angle before straightening them out again.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"I don't know, I lost count at around 53. I woke up at around 6, 6:30. The sun wasn't as up as this though." I looked over to the clock and it said 7:13.

"Greg, you've been doing this for a half hour already, take a break."

"Your right, time for some crunches," he then he twisted around and got on his back. Good thing he was wearing some pants, after last night I don't want to know what state his… stuff was in.

I got up with the blankets around me and went down to him. "That's not what I meant," I said gently. I placed a hand on his chest, he looked up at me and those eyes. His brown eyes were so full of fear, I could also tell that he was holding back some major emotion. I gave him a kiss, tender, small but passionate. When we broke apart he was crying. "Whoa, what kind of dream was it?"

"I don't know," he said looking away, wiping his eyes. "All I remember is that you and me were running from something. I looked back and this red beam came out of nowhere and went threw both of us. It hit you first and then threw me, right on the side," he indicated the spot just below the rib cage. "It… it killed you. I watched you crumple and your eyes stared up at me blankly. Then you turned to ash. Your hand kind of disintegrated in mine, and then I started to fall apart. I saw my own hand turn gray, spreading down my arm, my whole torso was already gray, and then I fell apart."

By the time he was finished I was quite horrified, even though it was a dream. "Greg, listen to me, it's only a dream. And really, after what's been happening the past few months, yesterday to be more precise, I'm not that surprised that someone got a bad dream. People gone missing, people turning up dead in the woods it's all so weird and scary. The last person was found a week ago not too far from here. And I know that that one got to you a bit."

"Oh yah? How did you know that…."

"Michael," we both said.

"I think your right though Holly, that last one kind of did freak me some-"

"Some?"

"Ok, a lot, but now that I have you I know that I have nothing to fear. As long as your by my side, I will protect you, always. You will stay with me right?

I gave him a kiss. "Of course I will." He tried to say something else but before he could talk more I got his lips onto mine. I let the blanket fall and started to get my arms around him but he grabbed my hands. "I don't think I can do that again right now Holly."

"Why?"

"Well, between Michael making me pissed first thing yesterday, that sex, more sex all the drama from last night, memories, and even more sex, quite frankly I'm just exosted."

"Yet you got up at the crack of dawn to do 150 push-ups."

"Ha, yah, and my loins kind of hurt."

"You know now that you mention it, I'm kind of sore down there also."

"You think it had something to do with Michael's sexy drug?"

"Naw, I read somewhere that if you have too much excessive sex it starts to get sore a bit, especially after your first time."

"Well, good thing we don't have to worry about that anymore huh?" Then we both started to laugh that got quiet real quick. Then he abruptly said, "Do you wanna go out on a date with me?"

"Um, well," I stuttered.

"But if you want to keep it strictly sexual, I can learn to live with that," he said quickly.

"No, no, a date would be nice. What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know, I never got this far before."

"What, was it all sex with all your other little girlfriends?" I asked sternly.

"Wah, no I-" He stopped as I cracked up laughing.

"You should have seen the look on your face, did you actually thought I was serious?"

"Um, girls are kind of hard to figure out point blank. So were do you want to go for our first date?"

"Oh, um I don't know actually."

"How about we go to the mall and see where it takes us?"

"Sounds as good a plan as any."

"Great," he smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which I gladly gave him. "Now, go take a shower you stink girl." He scrunched up his nose and smiled.

"You don't exactly smell like a peach your self short stuff." But I gave him a peck and got up to get my close on. I knew he was watching me walk over to where we left our cloths and I decided to tease him a bit.

I bent over and rummaged around the pile a few more seconds than necessary, extracted my pants and underwear and slowly slid them up my legs. Then I got my pants and wiggled them up and bounced a few times just because. "Is this because I wouldn't boink you this morning?" he said in a whiny tone behind me.

I didn't turn around to hide my smile and said, "Maybe." I then got my shirt on and headed down stairs. Rowley and Patty were folding the blankets they used and placed them neatly on the couch. "Hey, did you two sleep well?"

They glanced at each other and looked quickly away. "Yeah we slept like a couple of babies," Patty said. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Um, Patty, what did you see last night?"

She still wouldn't meet my eyes, glanced at Rowley again and then back to the blanket she was folding. "We'll talk later ok?"

"Oh my god, Patty I-"

"I said we'll talk later."

"Ok, ok." Then I noticed the smell. "Who's cooking?"

"I'm making pancakes and bacon. It'll be done in time for you to get out of the shower, I image that you'll need it to wash that stank out from last nights activities." You can just hear the perverted smile in his voice.

"Whatever," I muttered and went to get my duffle.

"Wears Greg?" Rowley asked.

"Probably doing a hundred and fifty crunches I imagine," I said and then went to the bathroom. When I got out the smell of bacon and the sound of clinking forks filled the house. "Where's Greg?" I asked when I got to the table, excepting the plate handed to me.

"He got into the shower about 10 minutes ago," Michael said. "Good thing too, cuz' I got to talk to you. You see, me and these two here," he indicated Patty and Rowley, "were talking about something last night. And it's about time I get you and Greg in on it as well." He then filled me in on the conversation that he had with Patty and Rowley after we went to bed. I started eating but quickly stopped as his story got more and more ridiculous. My food remained un touched after a few minutes, but strangely, I believed him.

"Oh my god," I said. "The-"

"The apocalypse!" A flabbergasted voice said behind me. Greg was standing there with a towel thrown over his shoulder and a shirt in his hand. "The hell do you mean the apocalypse?"

"Just that kido! Apocalypse, hell, the four horsemen the whole kazoo! The world is coming to an end, and I think that you kids are a piece of the puzzle to maybe stopping it."

"Ok," Greg said slowly, a complete poker face. "You are crazy."

"You just barely figure that out short stack?" Michael said non-pulsed. "Cuz' if I'm crazy, and all of my powers are in my head then tell me; how can I read your mind and transmit my thoughts to your brain?"

"Well, because…"

"And how can I do this," he lifted up a hand and the table floated off the ground a few feet. "And this," he snapped his fingers and a flame started up in his hand. "And most important of all, this." He got up, the fire fizzled out as it fell from his hand and the table slammed back into the ground. And a sword appeared out of nowhere. One second his belt loop was empty, and the next he reached towards his belt and put it around the handle of a sword that materialized their out of thin air. He pulled it out and it was a 3 and a half foot long beautifully crafted single edged sword. A Japanese katana if I'm not mistaken. "How can I pull this out of thin air?" He finished.

"W-well, how do we know that this isn't one of your mind tricks? I'm willing to believe that your physic but-"Michael then took a chair and with his foot lifted it up in the air and launched it a bit up, and sliced it once twice, four times. It fell to the floor in peaces.

"Is that a trick?"

"Um, no… how am I gonna explain that to my mom that-"

"I'll fix it ok? Look, my point is, is that unless I and my army does something, the world is gonna end and end badly. And I also have a gift for you." Another sword appeared in his other hand and tossed it to Greg. "Your very own ghost slayer."

"Ghost slayer?" he questioned.

"Well, its proper name is zampactö, but it roughly translates into ghost slayer. Plus it sounds cooler."

Greg opened the sword. It was similar to Michaels, though Greg's was straight and broader, about 4 feet. "Mines bigger," he mused.

"Hey!" Michael said. "Don't go there. Anyway, you all have power that we are looking for. I felt it over the past couple of months, but Greg here has more potential than most whom I've seen in this town. Don't worry though, that sword will disappear when you don't need it anymore, so don't tip over your mom seeing it."

"Do I need it now," he motioned the sword.

"No, but it wont go because I'm in the room. Now don't worry about anything, I'll teach you how to not poke your eye out and effectively use it. Zampactö's have very special properties. Just meditate everyday, thing of nothing but you and your sword and exercise regularly. If you have enough potential you can do grate things."

"Grate things?"

"Yah, wasn't it your dream to be rich and famous? Well if we can get you down this path properly, you can have all that and more."

"What can be more than that?" he sounded exited now.

"Trust me, if there's a will there's a way. Now put your shirt on, no one wants to see your pre pubescent man boobies." He then got up, put his hand out and the chair levitated off the ground and reassembled it self and fell to the floor again good as new. Then he walked out of the kitchen. "Get your self some breakfast, you guys have a lot of studying to do. Oh," he turned back around. "And don't worry about the apocalypse it's a long way off and our sources could have been wrong, god I hope their wrong," he muttered. "Instead worry about it, worry about your school work. Your education is very important, plus, theirs the prospect of classes, friends that you haven't seen, favorite teachers, school homecoming, uhm… Fregely."

"Why'd you say Fregely?" I asked giving him a look.

"Don't know," he said actually thinking about it. "He's just such a weird kid, he popped into my mine for some reason."

"Why because you're a weirdo?" Patty said. I snorted into my orange juice and Rowley and Greg openly laughed.

"Yah, yah, laugh it up, but remember, I decide weather you take advanced classes or remedial." That shut us up. "I'm gonna get the paper." And he walked out.

We started digging in again and the mood got more cheerful. The thought of going to homecoming with Greg pushed all thoughts about impending doom out of my mind. Greg got him self a plate and sat down next to me. We looked at each other and smiled a bit as we ate, I got my hand looped around his as we dug in. Patty and Rowley were picking at their food, they kept glancing at each other and quickly looking away when they caught the others eye. Kind of makes me wonder what happened between them last night.

I then noticed that Greg stopped eating, he had a look of puzzlement on his face and was looking behind me. I turned to see Michael standing there with utter horror on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"This," he replied and tossed a news paper on the table. The headline read 'Two boys found, one battered and one dead'. Beneath it showed last school years pictures of Daren Walsh and Bryce Anderson. A birth year and death date under Daren's. "And I was having such a nice day too."

End chapter 9

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. It too a while to get this all down and I finished a chapter of my book yesterday too. Adventure time to be updated next. Keep watch. In the mean time check out my other stories, read, review at your own pleasure. This has been bigmike33321….. Sighing off!