Zu Tanzen Mit Tod
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A/N[1]: Sorry this took so long, my English teacher has me writing a research paper, and my memoirs at the same time (yuck) So I'll update as often as possible, but I can't make any promises.
5 years earlier
"Dutchy, we're gonna get caught!" Specs whined as his towheaded friend dragged him down the street toward their destination.
"Specs would you relax? Nobody'll catch us, Jack's Dad's at work, and your parents aren't even in town!" Dutchy reasoned. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Dutchy saw two figures speeding down the nearly deserted street.
"Conlon, if you don't slow down, I'm going to kill you!" Race yelled as he held onto the handle bars he was sitting on for dear life, and reflexively tightened his grip on his skateboard which was in his other hand.
"Chill out Race, we're not even goin' that fast. What are ya, a pussy?" Spot shot back as he stood on the peddles, trying to get the bike to go faster.
"NO! It's just that last time you did this, you stopped without telling me, and I almost broke my wrist when I fell off." Race said defensively.
"If you'd a been payin' attention instead of complaining, you would have known I was stopping. Besides, did you see the skid mark I left? It was nearly three feet long!"
"I think I'm gonna walk from here, in case you get any more bright ideas."
"Come on Higgins, without your weight I can't get a good skid mark!"
"Your gonna end up getting us both killed one of these days."
"At least we'll go out with a bang." Spot supplied happily.
"Yeah, a bang and a Splat and a Crunch and a Smash and a Shatter..." Race added miserably.
"Hey guys!" Dutchy called cheerfully from the sidewalk.
"Hi Dutch." Spot said as he slowly brought the bike to a stop, (much to Race's relief), and hopped off to walk it the rest of the way.
They continued on to Jack's house in relative silence, the only noise breaking the early morning peace, was the sound of Race's skateboard scraping across the pavement as he pushed himself along with one foot. When they arrived, Jack was waiting for them at the front door.
"Come on guys, your late. Everyone else is already here!" He exclaimed as soon as they were within earshot.
"Jack! Shut up before one of your neighbors catches us." Specs pleaded.
"You worry too much Specs." Spot stated as he dropped his bike in the front yard, not even bothering with the kick stand. Race jumped off his board, stepped on the end, and snatched it neatly out of the air.
As the boys walked into the house, they all threw their backpacks into the front hall closet, before Jack ushered them into the basement which served as a den/rec. room. When he reached the bottom step, Dutchy looked around to see what everyone else was up to. He was so excited he was nearly jumping up and down.
Snitch and Skittery were playing pool, or they were trying, neither of them were any good. Mush, Kid Blink, and Itey were sitting on the couch playing video games. Mush and Blink, (obviously on one team), were currently kicking the snot out of Itey.
"Jack, would you get your ass over here?" Itey yelled the minute Jack stepped back into the room. Jack rushed over and jumped over the back of the couch to land in a sitting position, he quickly grabbed his controller and and started frantically punching buttons.
"I thought you said your were good at this game." Jack snapped as he desperately tried to get his guy to come back to life.
"I am when it's not two to one." Itey said matter of factly.
Spot and Race immediately rushed over to the fooseball table.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" They both chorused. Race held out paper as Spot held out scissors.
"Damn, I hate bein' red." Race grumbled as he walked over to his side.
"It won't kill ya." Spot said smirking. Race held up his middle finger. Spot retaliated by holding up both of his middle fingers, and sticking out his tongue.
Specs rolled his eyes, and walked over to see what Dave was doing huddled in the corner. Dutchy followed and glanced over Dave's shoulder at the book resting in his lap.
"Is that MATH?!" Dutchy asked incredulously. Dave blushed and immediately snapped the book shut.
Everyone else froze.
"What?" Dave exclaimed, growing uncomfortable with everyone staring at him.
"Your doing homework?" Race asked in disbelief.
"Just because I listened to you guys and skipped school, it doesn't mean I have to fall behind." Dave retorted.
"God Dave, it's one day, I'm sure it won't kill you." Blink said. Itey stood up and walked over to Dave, carefully he picked up the book with two fingers, and held it as far away from himself as possible as he walked back across the room.
"From now on, their shall never again be math on skip day." He decreed as he threw the book into the closet and locked the door. Dave rolled his eyes before retreating his math book and packing it neatly into his book bag, then he went and sat down with Dutchy and Specs who were starting up a card game.
They all had a blast as they played various games, and generally goofed off as the hours slipped slowly by, eventually it came time for lunch. Jack ran upstairs and grabbed the plate of sandwiches he had made the night before, and a big bag of chips, then Mush came up and helped him carry down the sodas.
"What do ya got Jack?" Itey asked eagerly, eying the food.
"Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chips." Jack said as he set the food on the table.
"Jack!" Snitch yelped.
"What?" Jack asked, totally clueless as he took a bite of the sandwich.
"I'm allergic to peanuts!" Snitch cried indignantly, waving his medic alert bracelet in front of Jack's face.
"Oh man Snitch! I forgot, I'm sorry. I think theres some fruit up in the fridge." Jack replied quickly. As Snitch ran upstairs, everyone was thinking about the same thing.
It was in the fifth grade, all of the boys had been gathered in Snitch's kitchen where his mom had made lunch. Suddenly, Snitch dropped the sandwich he had been eating. He started breathing rapidly, and his lips were turning pale blue. His mother dropped what she was doing and rushed over pulling Jack and Spot out of the way, and yanked Snitch up out of his seat by his arm. She swiftly grabbed his allergy kit out of his back pocket and took out the EpiPen. She took the cap off with her teeth and pressed the unit onto Snitch's thigh, holding down the black button on top with her thumb. She then laid him gently on the floor, and dialed 911. The boys found out later that the sandwich he had been eating had been on the same plate as some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a little bit of peanut butter had rubbed off onto the bread. Snitch later told them that the shot his mother had given him had contained epinephrine, which was a form of adrenaline which counteracted the allergine. For a time, everyone had been really careful about what Snitch ate, but after a while his allergy along with his medic alert bracelet just became a part of who he was, and no one paid any attention to it anymore.
Everyone glared at Jack who was looking guilty.
"What? I didn't do it on purpose." He said defensively.
"It's okay guys, it was an accident." Snitch said good-naturedly as he came back down with an apple. Everyone relaxed after that and they finished every scrap of food on the table in no time. By the time they finished, it was getting late.
"Today was awesome!" Race stated as they sat scattered around the room, just relaxing.
"Yeah." Mush agreed immediately.
"Let's do it again next year." Itey said suddenly.
"We can't." Dave said.
"Yeah," Specs acquiesced, "If we do it every year, our parents will eventually catch on."
"Plus it won't be special anymore." Snitch added.
"How about five years from now?" Dutchy asked.
"Cool," Race said, "But we have to promise to come."
"How are we gonna remember a promise we made five or ten years ago?" Spot asked.
"We'll make a pact." Dutchy said. "A blood oath."
"Okay," Skittery agreed easily, "But we have to write down a specific oath."
"Easy," Itey said, "In five years we'll all skip school. The end."
"We gotta word it good you moron." Jack concluded, smacking Itey's shoulder.
"First we need a piece of paper." Specs pointed out. Dave dug through his backpack until he found a nice piece of paper and a pen that worked.
"Well, what should it say?" Blink asked.
"I know!" Race exclaimed. "We the people..."
"Way to rip off the constitution Race." Spot retorted.
"Shut up Spot." Race shot back, "Where was I?"
"We the people." Specs reminded him.
"Oh yeah, we the people, who are currently in Jack's basement."
Snitch giggled.
"What? It's true." Mush pointed out.
"Alright, what's next?" Dave asked as he finished writing.
"Do hereby swear." Specs put in.
"Hey, that's good." Itey said in awe.
"That five years... what's the word?" Jack started.
"Hence?" Spot tried. Everyone looked at him. "Hey, I pay attention in class sometimes." He pouted.
"On this same day." Dave continued the sentence.
"We shall all get out of school, and get together for the day." Itey put in happily.
"No matter what." Mush said.
"Or else your soul shall be cursed for thousands and thousands of years." Dutchy stated firmly.
"Isn't that a little harsh?" Race asked.
"I think you should lay off the comic books Dutch." Specs told his friend.
"Com on guys, what's next?" Dave asked impatiently.
"What shall now be referred to as the Skip Day Oath." Skittery said.
"Nice name." Itey said sincerely.
"Thanks." Skittery replied.
"This we do swear on our good names." Blink finished.
"Yeah right." Spot said laughing.
"Hey, some of us have good names." Specs said bristling.
"'Cause some of us are goodie two shoes." Race said looking pointedly at Specs and Dave.
"Are we done?" Itey asked.
"Not yet, we have to put 'and in blood, which shall bind us to our contract forever' at the end." Snitch added.
"Alright!" Jack said, high-fiving Spot. "Now what?"
"Now we sign." Dutchy said grabbing the pen.
"Why do you get to sign first?" Skittery asked.
"Because I have the pen." Dutchy said as he snatched the paper from Dave. When they had all finished signing, they looked at one another.
"Well, if it's gonna be a blood oath we gotta draw blood." Spot informed them as he pulled a pocket knife out of his back pocket.
"Maybe we'd better not." Mush said, backing up a step.
"Yeah, that looks like it'd hurt." Dutchy agreed, also moving away from Spot.
"Come on you guys." Race pleaded, "It won't be a blood oath without the blood!"
"Hey, I've got an idea." Jack said as he raced out of the room and up the stairs. He came back a few moments later carrying a familiar bottle.
"What d'ya got there Jack?" Blink asked.
"Ketchup." Jack responded proudly.
"For what?" Snitch asked.
"To use instead of blood." Jack explained.
"Aww, you guys are no fun." Spot said sullenly as he folded up his knife. Each boy proceeded to dip a finger into the ketchup and press a fingerprint next to their name. When it had dried, Specs picked it up.
"Okay, now read it back." Skittery insisted as everyone sat down on the floor at Specs' feet. Specs held up the paper and read...
We the people, who are currently in Jack's basement, do hereby swear that five years hence, on this same day, we shall all get out of school, and get together for the day. No matter what, or else your soul shall be cursed for thousands and thousands of years, Thereby fulfilling the Skip Day Oath. This we do swear on our good names, and in blood, which shall bind us to our contract forever.
Ryan "Dutchy" Madison
Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins
Evan "Spot" Conlon
William "Skittery" Devlin
Jack "Cowboy" Kelly
Michael "Kid Blink" Parker
Daniel "Snitch" Baker
Adam "Mush" Meyers
Christopher "Itey" Vincent
James "Specs" Gage
David Jacobs
When he was finished reading, Specs glanced at the clock and was startled to see that it was almost three o'clock.
"Guys, we gotta get out of here before Jack's dad gets home." He said, folding up the paper and sticking it in his pocket. Everyone scurried around, trying to make the room look halfway decent, before grabbing their bags and rushing out the door.
"See you Monday." Spot called back as he peddled off with Race on the handle bars.
"Bye." Jack called from the doorway.
Dutchy and Specs were the last to leave. As they walked home together, Specs pulled the paper out of his pocket.
"Here Dutchy, you hold onto it." He said, pushing the paper into Dutchy's hand.
"I don't want to lose it." Dutchy said looking at the contents of his hand skeptically.
"Don't worry about it Dutch, I trust you." Specs said as the two friends parted company at Dutchy's house.
"If I loose it it's your fault, and I'll put a curse on you." Dutchy warned.
"See you Monday Dutch." Specs said, laughing to himself as he walked on to his own house down the street.
A/N[2]: Dudes, I'm serious, think about it. The scene with Snitch and his mom is a flashback in a flashback in a flashback. Wow, I think I just short circuited my brain. Anyway, please review!
~Ink
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Shoutouts!
Sapphy~ I'm glad horror amuses you. I shall even get around to writing some eventually, (*grumbles* stupid plot getting in the way of my fun) I will answer all of your questions in due time, do not fear. Just for you, I have a special Racetrack action figure (complete with skateboard and gameboy) Enjoy : ) Thank you for reviewing!
Fionn Mar~ I shall write more, here it is : ) I'm glad your so excited, sorry this chapter is sort of like back story ~shrugs~ I'll get to the good stuff eventually. Thanks for the review!
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