AUTHORS NOTE: My characters as opposed to the movie characters: Rachel
replaces Kim, Alex replaces Erica and Josh replaces Jeffrey. Tristen and
Stephen keep their names.
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Alex glanced over at her new friends. She was a mess; one of Josh's big shirts (Josh was the group leader) hung limply off of one of her thin shoulders. Finding her place with friends, however strange and unusual the circumstances, had changed her expression from haughty and secure to uprooted, curious, wild-eyed and desperately open. Other than Rachel and Josh, there was Stephen and Tristen. They were from New York and had been intrigued with the legend of the Blair Witch ever since the movie had come out in '98. They were with the group to further their research. But what annoyed Alex was that Stephen and Tristen seemed to make the witch out to be some kind of jolly fantasy or harmless fairytale. Yet as Elly's past life and the past of the town began to be revealed to Alex, she became more frightened and confused. And more hateful towards Stephen.
Her aunt and uncle? Screw them. It was nice while it lasted.
They wasted no time. Josh drove the van (a camouflage-painted vehicle with mesh on the sides and a huge rack on top) to the local drug store, Burkitsville General. [so imaginative] Alex, Rachel and Josh clambered out and into the store. Inside it was spotlessly clean, with white walls covered in coolers and the black-and-white-checkered-tile floor was covered in shelves full of cheese puffs and ring pops. Rachel grabbed two cases of Bud Lite out of the smoking cooler and set them roughly on the counter in front of the raspy, smoking, saggy woman behind it. "This all?" she screeched, watching Josh pile bags of pretzels and cheese balls with her red, bulging eyes. "Umm.. yeah," Josh stammered, fingering the bills in his wallet. "Here," he said, and shoved a few 1's at the vulture-like creature before him. Rachel and Alex quietly grabbed the bags and followed their friend out to the van again.
Alex sat in the corner, meekly watching everyone and listening to them talk as Josh drove towards the woods. "Oh god," Rachel breathed, laying her head on the back of her seat. "I hope we find something out there." Stephen perked up. "Yeah," he replied, "that'd be nice." "Nice? Ever since I found out about our little 'conspiracy' I've been praying for a chance to go." "So, why did you come?" Josh joined in. Stephen replied excitedly. "I don't know why I'm so into it, I just am. I think its so awesome that someone's spirit can materialize itself so that it can be seen and heard and felt-- " "Plus the money," Tristen chimed in. "I hear they're making a sequel." "Why do they call her a witch?" Alex finally decided to speak. She seemed angry. "I mean, any psycho can try to draw blood from kids. It gives witches a bad name, and aren't we just stereotyped enough? We aren't some warty green-skinned b*****s who howl and scream and fly around on broomsticks with black cats and cauldrons and pumpkins--" "You're a witch? Sweet!" Rachel smiled. "Aaah, so now we have the real witch b**** on the team. Thanks, sweetheart. We might just be needing some help along the way." Josh pulled a bag of pretzels open and popped the top off of a beer. "Cheers to the witch!" And he took a swig.
Alex glanced over at her new friends. She was a mess; one of Josh's big shirts (Josh was the group leader) hung limply off of one of her thin shoulders. Finding her place with friends, however strange and unusual the circumstances, had changed her expression from haughty and secure to uprooted, curious, wild-eyed and desperately open. Other than Rachel and Josh, there was Stephen and Tristen. They were from New York and had been intrigued with the legend of the Blair Witch ever since the movie had come out in '98. They were with the group to further their research. But what annoyed Alex was that Stephen and Tristen seemed to make the witch out to be some kind of jolly fantasy or harmless fairytale. Yet as Elly's past life and the past of the town began to be revealed to Alex, she became more frightened and confused. And more hateful towards Stephen.
Her aunt and uncle? Screw them. It was nice while it lasted.
They wasted no time. Josh drove the van (a camouflage-painted vehicle with mesh on the sides and a huge rack on top) to the local drug store, Burkitsville General. [so imaginative] Alex, Rachel and Josh clambered out and into the store. Inside it was spotlessly clean, with white walls covered in coolers and the black-and-white-checkered-tile floor was covered in shelves full of cheese puffs and ring pops. Rachel grabbed two cases of Bud Lite out of the smoking cooler and set them roughly on the counter in front of the raspy, smoking, saggy woman behind it. "This all?" she screeched, watching Josh pile bags of pretzels and cheese balls with her red, bulging eyes. "Umm.. yeah," Josh stammered, fingering the bills in his wallet. "Here," he said, and shoved a few 1's at the vulture-like creature before him. Rachel and Alex quietly grabbed the bags and followed their friend out to the van again.
Alex sat in the corner, meekly watching everyone and listening to them talk as Josh drove towards the woods. "Oh god," Rachel breathed, laying her head on the back of her seat. "I hope we find something out there." Stephen perked up. "Yeah," he replied, "that'd be nice." "Nice? Ever since I found out about our little 'conspiracy' I've been praying for a chance to go." "So, why did you come?" Josh joined in. Stephen replied excitedly. "I don't know why I'm so into it, I just am. I think its so awesome that someone's spirit can materialize itself so that it can be seen and heard and felt-- " "Plus the money," Tristen chimed in. "I hear they're making a sequel." "Why do they call her a witch?" Alex finally decided to speak. She seemed angry. "I mean, any psycho can try to draw blood from kids. It gives witches a bad name, and aren't we just stereotyped enough? We aren't some warty green-skinned b*****s who howl and scream and fly around on broomsticks with black cats and cauldrons and pumpkins--" "You're a witch? Sweet!" Rachel smiled. "Aaah, so now we have the real witch b**** on the team. Thanks, sweetheart. We might just be needing some help along the way." Josh pulled a bag of pretzels open and popped the top off of a beer. "Cheers to the witch!" And he took a swig.