CHAPTER THREE;

THE WRECK:

"I'm daydreaming again! I have to be! Bay is going to wake me up any minute now!" Alley cried. "Am I dreaming? Buckle your seatbelts, please."

The two boys looked at each other, nervously. "No." the black headed one answered.

"We're real this time." The red head answered.

"So. you're Micah, and Ezekiel? The two dead guys?"

"Not anymore, thanks to you." Micah smiled, shyly.

"Uh, we should probably step on it." Zeke told her.

Alley looked in her rear view mirror. Zeke was looking out the back window. "What's going on?" asked Alley.

"We're being chased! Go!" Zeke shouted.

Alley saw them. Dozens of motorcycles, with dangerous looking people riding them. And they were gaining on them. "Oh, my God!"

"Put the pedal to the metal, Alley! Go!" Zeke shouted.

She did as he said. "I could really use one of those convenient short cuts that seems to pop up in these situations!" Alley cried.

"We're not losing them." Micah told her.

"They'll follow me to my house! I don't want those people at my house!"

She turned around to see what was going on. When she turned back to her steering wheel, she screamed. They were headed straight for a tree. She slammed on her breaks, but it was too late. Alley closed her eyes, as her car smashed into the giant oak.



"Hey, Micah?" Zeke whispered, shaking him. "You alive?"

Micah stirred. "The girl!" he gasped.

Both boys unbuckled their seatbelts, and got out of the car. They walked around to Alley's side. She was out cold. Her head rested on the air bag that came out of the steering wheel. Micah opened the door, reached in, and unbuckled her seatbelt. Then, he pulled her out of the car. He gently, and carefully laid her on the ground. The two boys knelt down beside of her. "Why do you think the motorcycles left?" Zeke asked.

Micah shrugged. "Maybe they think were dead. Let's hope she really isn't"

Micah felt her neck for a pulse. "Well, is she?"

Micah let out a sigh of relief. "No, but we have to get out of here."

"How?"

Micah looked up, and down the road. Just then, he saw headlights. "We have to flag that car down."

"How do we know it's safe?"

"Well. we don't, but we have to do something."

Micah stood, and began waving his arms at the car. When it came more into view, he saw it was a police car. It came to a halt, and a chubby officer stepped out.

"What in the blue hell! Are you kids okay?!"

"No, our friend is hurt. We need a ride to a hospital, or something."

The officer looked behind Micah, at the car, Zeke, and then at Alley, lying on the ground. "Okay, son. Is she hurt real bad?"

"I don't know, sir. She looks pretty bad off to me."

"Well, let's get her to a hospital."

"We prefer Omaha. Her family is there."

"Fine, fine. Come on."



Zeke, and Micah sat in the hospital lobby for what seemed like hours, when a doctor finally came out to talk to them. He smiled, "She's just fine. She's a little shaken up, and we put a couple of stitches in her right leg, but she's okay."

"Thank you, doctor." Spoke Micah.

"Can we see her?" Zeke asked.

"Yeah, go ahead. She's in room three-twenty. You three can go whenever she feels like she's ready."

The two boys walked back to room three-twenty, then went inside. She looked up at them, tying her shoe. "Well, it's funny, isn't it? I brought you two back to life, and you saved my life."

"No, we didn't." Micah began.

"Oh, yes you did. If you hadn't flagged that officer down, I might have bled to death."

Zeke smiled. "You're okay?"

She nodded. "Thanks to you two."

"Do you have anyone you want to call?" Micah asked.

"What's the time?"

Zeke looked at the clock on the wall. "Nine-thirty."

"Edward, my brother. I'll call him."

She picked up the phone on the stand beside of the hospital bed. She dialed the number, then put it to her ear.

"Edward?"

"Where in the hell are you?!"

"Stay calm, okay. I'm okay. I had an accident."

"An accident?! What happened?!"

"I hit a tree. I'm okay, though."

"Where are you, though?!"

"I'm in Omaha City Hospital, thanks to two caring people."

"Don't go anywhere! I'll be there in a minute!"

"Okay, okay. Bye."

"Bye!"

She hung up the phone. "You two can tell me everything, and I mean everything, when we get to my house, okay."

The two boys glanced at each other nervously, then said, "Okay," at the same time.

It didn't seem like no time, when Edward arrived. "I can't thank you two enough for saving my little sister." Edward sighed.

"Actually, Edward, there is a way we can pay them back." Alley told him.

"Oh, yeah?"

"We can give um a place to stay." She suggested. "They're uh. drifters. Yeah, and, uh. they don't really have the money for a hotel, or motel room. So."

"Why not? It's the least I can do." Edward smiled.

"Great. Let's go. I can't wait to get home. I've had a horrible, long, strange, tiring, and painful day."

"Okay." Edward spoke. "I guess I'll lead the way."



"Did you see the car?" one of the boys asked, laughing.

"Wrapped around a tree." A girl laughed.

The kids were all entering the clearing in the cornfield. "Gabriel, you should've seen it!" A boy snickered.

Gabriel was standing by the fire, running a hand through it, and bringing it back unharmed, or unburned. He looked up. "You have something to report to me?"

"Their car was wrapped around a tree." A girl giggled. "They have to be dead."

"Well. they have to be dead! What do you think, Chuck? Do you think they have to be dead?"

A young man stood up from the log he was sitting on. "How do you know they're dead?"

Things were silent.

"Did you check inside the car? Do you have a body to show us?"

"Well, no, but."

"You idiots! Time after time I've told you people! Make sure!"

He threw a hot coal at one of the teenage boys. He barley dodged it.

"You should've checked! They're alive. All three of them. I can feel it. Now, I have to go all the way to Omaha, and finish them off."

"Not alone, I'm sure." Chuck smirked.

"Of course not. You're coming. And a couple of these foul ups too. And when I get done with them, all the special books, and secret chants in the world won't be able to bring them back. And as for little Alley Felks, I'm going to treat her extra special. She'll wish she had listened to me when I had warned her to stay away from the corn."

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