Chapter 4
A Murderer?!
It was later that night. I decided I wasn't going to go and see Folken. So I sat paranoid in my bed all night. I sent Jam instead, to do my bidding. I wasn't going to get caught up in a mess. I was already stressed, I didn't need anymore. I reached over to the nightstand and took the glass of water in my hand and walked over to my bag. I then took out a small container of pills . . . my depression pills. I only took two, for that's how much I was supposed to take and sat back down.
After about five minutes of calming myself down I heard the door creek open a little bit. Crap. It was probably Folken pissed off at me. I clutched the bed sheets, waiting for some yelling. But instead, I looked up to see Lana. She was smiling, a blanket wrapped around her. She was - obviously - in her pajamas. I have to admit, she looked kind of cute.
"Hey," she whispered.
"What are you doing here?" I didn't bother whispering.
"Couldn't sleep. I could hear a whole bunch of voices . . . just no ghosts. I think I might be going crazy. But it is a good thing I remembered that thing you told us about tonight. What are you doing awake?"
I smiled as if saying, "like you don't know" sarcastically. She then smiled, sweetly, and sat down next to me.
"You tired?" Lana asked.
"A little. I'm afraid that Folken guy is gonna choke me in my sleep."
Lana then took my wrist, the one with my watch on it. She looked at the time and smiled.
"Well, you're still alive. It's 12:20 am. It's been twenty minutes since you were supposed to be there. I suppose Jam must have worked things out for the brothers."
"Yeah. Thank you."
"For what?"
"I don't know . . . for being there for me?"
"You're welcome."
I could tell she was smiling, though I couldn't seen it because she was sitting right next to me, and my eyes were glued to the door. I could feel her head resting on my shoulder. It was then when Keith entered the room; he had Alex with him as well. I was wondering what was going on.
"Hey?" I sort of asked.
"Umm . . . we couldn't sleep either."
"I guess something bad is going to happen tonight. Seems like you four are connected. When someone can't sleep, the rest of you can't. I could . . . Keith just came and woke me up because he was afraid of the-"
"Of the ghosts!"
"No, the dark."
Lana started laughing, so she stood up and walked over to Keith and put her hand on his shoulder.
"We all know you're afraid of the dark. That's not something to be ashamed of. I'm afraid too, that's why I'm here!" she laughed.
So, I suppose this was going to be some sort of a stake out until Jam came back. Everyone sat down in a circle, though I stayed sitting on the bed. I noticed that Alex seemed quite nervous sitting next to Lana. The guy was o.k . . . but no. I just did not like him.
"Come over, Vaughn! Or else we could all go to Lana's room?" Keith asked.
I sighed and sat down between Keith and Alex. I wondered what was taking Jam so long. He said as soon as the "meeting" was finished he'd come and tell me what happened. Finally, the door opened once again. It was Jam! Thank the many gods there are!
"What happened?!" I shouted.
"Umm . . . dude . . . man, I can't believe it . . . I mean you . . . that's just not . . . not possible," that was all he said.
"What happened Jam."
"I don't know, but Vaughn . . . maybe you should stay away from sharp objects."
"What's that supposed to mean? Am I going to die?" I was now panicking.
"Can't really say . . ."
"Jam, you're scarying us! What's wrong? What's gonna happen to Vaughn?" Keith asked.
"Dudes and dudettes . . . Vaughn, you're gonna end up being a killer . . . and then, you're gonna take your own life . . ."
Everyone looked at me, shocked. Their eyes were wide and their mouths hung low. This was the worst feeling in the world. My friend's were now afraid of me, because they believed what some ghost thought. I am not a killer!
I then started to notice everyone was starting to move towards the door, slowly, yet quickly. All of them had left, but Lana was still standing there, shaking.
"I'm sure you're not a killer," she was quite unsure.
Before I could say anything she had left as well, shutting the door quickly behind her. Sure this scene would be funny in a movie . . . but this was fucken scary! All of my friends thought I was some sort of a killer, I've never picked up a knife in my entire life. I haven't even picked up a butter knife . . . that's right folks; I've never made my own food. My mom does, she's a sweetie . . . but that's not the point! I am not a killer! ________________________
It was the next day. We all sat at the breakfast table; I could tell everyone was watching me. Though I just sat there, looking at my plate while playing with my hands. I wasn't hungry. Well, actually I was . . . I just wasn't going to eat. I could sense Lana was uncomfortable sitting next to me. Every now and then she'd smile, though the entire time she wasn't sitting still. How could my best friends believe these total strangers?
"Vaughn, you ready for that walk?"
It was Millerna; finally someone was speaking to me! I stood up and smiled, she did the same.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Should I bring Shakira?"
She just smiled and walked over to me, whispering in my ear:
"I think it should be just you and me."
"O.K."
We then walked out of the room; I could feel everyone's eyes on my back. This was horrible. The worst thing that could possibly happen to me. But hey, I still had Millerna.
"So, are you sure that Vaughn is a killer?" Lana asked, once I had disapeared from sight.
"We're not sure. But it is said that someone with the last name of Evans who will come to Gaea during this moon will murder someone. I'm not too sure if it's a good someone, or a bad someone. I wasn't really paying attention . . ." Jam answered.
"It's a bad someone, so if you're a horrible person . . . watch out. I'm sure most of you are fine," Van explained.
"O.K . . . so basically, no one flip out around Vaughn and everyone should be fine?" suggested Alex.
"I guess."
"I'll be right back."
Lana excused herself from the dinning area. She walked through the dark hallways. Even though it was morning, the sun making light through everyone's warm houses . . . this "house" was still dark and gloomy. Kind of like that castle in "Beauty and the Beast". Almost like it needed something.
As Lana ran her hand along the walls as she walked away from the dinning area, she accidently bumped into someone. As she looked up at the fairly tall man, she noticed he wasn't an ordinary looking man. No, more like a hipi. He had curly, long brown hair, "hipi" glasses and long robes that he wore.
"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going!" Lana apologized.
"It's ok. It's my fault, really. Do you know where King Van is?"
"He's eating breakfast with the others. You're not dead are you?"
The man chuckled at her question.
"I'm not dead. I certainly hope not. I'm just here to collect some fees King Van has to pay. He's in major debt to me."
"Oh, I see. Is there any way I can help him or you?"
"It all depends on how our conversation goes, my dear."
"Oh ok. Well, umm . . . good luck?" Lana wasn't sure what to say.
"I certainly hope so."
With that, the tall man walked towards the dinning room. Lana sighed and just kept on walking as if the conversation hadn't even took place. Yet, it did in her mind.
"I feel like I'm going to give something up today. Something I love," she whispered to herself.
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It was later that night. I decided I wasn't going to go and see Folken. So I sat paranoid in my bed all night. I sent Jam instead, to do my bidding. I wasn't going to get caught up in a mess. I was already stressed, I didn't need anymore. I reached over to the nightstand and took the glass of water in my hand and walked over to my bag. I then took out a small container of pills . . . my depression pills. I only took two, for that's how much I was supposed to take and sat back down.
After about five minutes of calming myself down I heard the door creek open a little bit. Crap. It was probably Folken pissed off at me. I clutched the bed sheets, waiting for some yelling. But instead, I looked up to see Lana. She was smiling, a blanket wrapped around her. She was - obviously - in her pajamas. I have to admit, she looked kind of cute.
"Hey," she whispered.
"What are you doing here?" I didn't bother whispering.
"Couldn't sleep. I could hear a whole bunch of voices . . . just no ghosts. I think I might be going crazy. But it is a good thing I remembered that thing you told us about tonight. What are you doing awake?"
I smiled as if saying, "like you don't know" sarcastically. She then smiled, sweetly, and sat down next to me.
"You tired?" Lana asked.
"A little. I'm afraid that Folken guy is gonna choke me in my sleep."
Lana then took my wrist, the one with my watch on it. She looked at the time and smiled.
"Well, you're still alive. It's 12:20 am. It's been twenty minutes since you were supposed to be there. I suppose Jam must have worked things out for the brothers."
"Yeah. Thank you."
"For what?"
"I don't know . . . for being there for me?"
"You're welcome."
I could tell she was smiling, though I couldn't seen it because she was sitting right next to me, and my eyes were glued to the door. I could feel her head resting on my shoulder. It was then when Keith entered the room; he had Alex with him as well. I was wondering what was going on.
"Hey?" I sort of asked.
"Umm . . . we couldn't sleep either."
"I guess something bad is going to happen tonight. Seems like you four are connected. When someone can't sleep, the rest of you can't. I could . . . Keith just came and woke me up because he was afraid of the-"
"Of the ghosts!"
"No, the dark."
Lana started laughing, so she stood up and walked over to Keith and put her hand on his shoulder.
"We all know you're afraid of the dark. That's not something to be ashamed of. I'm afraid too, that's why I'm here!" she laughed.
So, I suppose this was going to be some sort of a stake out until Jam came back. Everyone sat down in a circle, though I stayed sitting on the bed. I noticed that Alex seemed quite nervous sitting next to Lana. The guy was o.k . . . but no. I just did not like him.
"Come over, Vaughn! Or else we could all go to Lana's room?" Keith asked.
I sighed and sat down between Keith and Alex. I wondered what was taking Jam so long. He said as soon as the "meeting" was finished he'd come and tell me what happened. Finally, the door opened once again. It was Jam! Thank the many gods there are!
"What happened?!" I shouted.
"Umm . . . dude . . . man, I can't believe it . . . I mean you . . . that's just not . . . not possible," that was all he said.
"What happened Jam."
"I don't know, but Vaughn . . . maybe you should stay away from sharp objects."
"What's that supposed to mean? Am I going to die?" I was now panicking.
"Can't really say . . ."
"Jam, you're scarying us! What's wrong? What's gonna happen to Vaughn?" Keith asked.
"Dudes and dudettes . . . Vaughn, you're gonna end up being a killer . . . and then, you're gonna take your own life . . ."
Everyone looked at me, shocked. Their eyes were wide and their mouths hung low. This was the worst feeling in the world. My friend's were now afraid of me, because they believed what some ghost thought. I am not a killer!
I then started to notice everyone was starting to move towards the door, slowly, yet quickly. All of them had left, but Lana was still standing there, shaking.
"I'm sure you're not a killer," she was quite unsure.
Before I could say anything she had left as well, shutting the door quickly behind her. Sure this scene would be funny in a movie . . . but this was fucken scary! All of my friends thought I was some sort of a killer, I've never picked up a knife in my entire life. I haven't even picked up a butter knife . . . that's right folks; I've never made my own food. My mom does, she's a sweetie . . . but that's not the point! I am not a killer! ________________________
It was the next day. We all sat at the breakfast table; I could tell everyone was watching me. Though I just sat there, looking at my plate while playing with my hands. I wasn't hungry. Well, actually I was . . . I just wasn't going to eat. I could sense Lana was uncomfortable sitting next to me. Every now and then she'd smile, though the entire time she wasn't sitting still. How could my best friends believe these total strangers?
"Vaughn, you ready for that walk?"
It was Millerna; finally someone was speaking to me! I stood up and smiled, she did the same.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Should I bring Shakira?"
She just smiled and walked over to me, whispering in my ear:
"I think it should be just you and me."
"O.K."
We then walked out of the room; I could feel everyone's eyes on my back. This was horrible. The worst thing that could possibly happen to me. But hey, I still had Millerna.
"So, are you sure that Vaughn is a killer?" Lana asked, once I had disapeared from sight.
"We're not sure. But it is said that someone with the last name of Evans who will come to Gaea during this moon will murder someone. I'm not too sure if it's a good someone, or a bad someone. I wasn't really paying attention . . ." Jam answered.
"It's a bad someone, so if you're a horrible person . . . watch out. I'm sure most of you are fine," Van explained.
"O.K . . . so basically, no one flip out around Vaughn and everyone should be fine?" suggested Alex.
"I guess."
"I'll be right back."
Lana excused herself from the dinning area. She walked through the dark hallways. Even though it was morning, the sun making light through everyone's warm houses . . . this "house" was still dark and gloomy. Kind of like that castle in "Beauty and the Beast". Almost like it needed something.
As Lana ran her hand along the walls as she walked away from the dinning area, she accidently bumped into someone. As she looked up at the fairly tall man, she noticed he wasn't an ordinary looking man. No, more like a hipi. He had curly, long brown hair, "hipi" glasses and long robes that he wore.
"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going!" Lana apologized.
"It's ok. It's my fault, really. Do you know where King Van is?"
"He's eating breakfast with the others. You're not dead are you?"
The man chuckled at her question.
"I'm not dead. I certainly hope not. I'm just here to collect some fees King Van has to pay. He's in major debt to me."
"Oh, I see. Is there any way I can help him or you?"
"It all depends on how our conversation goes, my dear."
"Oh ok. Well, umm . . . good luck?" Lana wasn't sure what to say.
"I certainly hope so."
With that, the tall man walked towards the dinning room. Lana sighed and just kept on walking as if the conversation hadn't even took place. Yet, it did in her mind.
"I feel like I'm going to give something up today. Something I love," she whispered to herself.
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