(Disclaimer: I own none of the Characters except James Buchanon William
Windsur + the story line.)
I was just lying there on my bed thinking about the horrible thing I had done two hours ago. By this time it was 4:00 in the morning. It was only an hour before sunrise. My room was painted black, my bed was black, and so were all of my clothes. On each of the four posts of my bed where Plaster skulls. I guess you could say I was obsessed with death. I don't know why but just the thought of death made me want to know more about it.
Well it was 11:00 Thursday night of my first summer in the most boring place on earth. I mean the town itself was just so small. I bet the population was five. The name of the town was Porter Creek. My parents and I had only been here since three weeks before summer started and it was already July 3rd. Well anyway I was wondering around the town at 11:00 you know just to look around because I can't go out in the day time because I'm allergic to the sun. So I was just roaming around and heard someone yell, "Help!" so I followed the cries. I found this guy chewing this other guy's neck. I fought of the guy that was feasting. I carried the injured stranger to the one and only Hospital. I waited frantically while the doctors worked on the guy. I waited for about thirty minutes. A doctor I think his name was sharp. He walked up to me,
"Are you the one that brought in the victim?" He turned his head to the dead body then turned back.
"Yes. Is he ok?"
"I'm sorry, he had lost too much blood. He didn't survive."
I sat down as the doctor walked away. I heard five or six cop cars pull up in the Hospital parking, (I could here there CB radios.) I still sat there thinking of what that guy was. And why he was feeding off that poor guy in the first place? By then it was probably around 12:00-12:30 but I really didn't look. The twelve cops ran into the emergency room. I don't know why they ran but they did. They all had just come from the crime seen of the young guys death. One walked up to me and asked the same thing the doc did.
"Are you the one that brought in the victim?"
"Who's askin?" I stood up trying to be a smart a$$.
"Son, this is a police investigation and I could arrest you for obstructing justice."
"Well I'm not breaking any law. So arrest me then you would be suspended for I don't know three two six weeks for a false arrest." I folded my arms over my black yet bloody black t-shirt and black leather duster. (Which thankfully I didn't get any blood on.) That was an inch from the floor. The pig got five centimeters from my face.
"I have ten witness' that place you at the scene of the crime."
"Well duh. I found the guy picked him up and carried him here."
"All of the witness' place you leaning over the victim. Which by the way is dead. Correct?"
"Yeah, he's dead. But oh. here's a stupid question. Why would I try to kill him then bring him to the hospital?"
"There are a lot of reasons people try to kill other people, then have a change of heart."
"Whatever. I'm going home." I brushed past the cop to his left as he grabbed my right arm.
"You aren't going anywhere 'till I ask you some questions and get some good answers."
"I have one question for you."
"Yeah?"
"Are you Andy or Barnie?"
"Huh?"
"Ok let me put it in a simpler term. Do I smell bacon?"
"I still don't understand your question." He looked confused.
"I thought you had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a police officer?" He let go of me and made one of those what does that mean face's.
While pudgy was tryin to figure out my question that took him about, 3.5 seconds to realize I had insulted him. I booked it out the emergency doors dodging all the cops in my way. I was almost caught a few times. As I ran from the furry assed monkeys I yelled
"Muncha Stew Gots" and hopefully none of them spoke Italian. In Italian that meant *Kiss my a$$. * So I ran through about half the town before being jumped on by a cop. The cop came running up behind me and pounced. I heard a few cracks then felt a sharp pain serge through my whole body. I started to moan like hell. I was lying on my stomach when Stavick (the officer that jumped me.) turned me over on my back after cuffing me I started to yell as if I had lost a limb or something. One of the cops ran back to his car and called an Ambulance. When the ambulance arrived one of my hands was un-cuffed and cuffed to Stavick's arm then the cops that had followed me on wheels followed the ambulance to the hospital. I went unconscious from the pain and woke up later with a broken nose, leg and right arm. (Luckily I'm left-handed.) I was also cuffed to the bloody bed. The doctor came in, the same one that treated the vic. He came in and was carrying my chart under his left armpit.
"Looks like you're here for awhile."
I just gave him a smirk and closed my eyes till I heard his footsteps fade down the hall. A cop was standing outside of my room to make sure I didn't escape I guess. I did what a smart 15-year-old would do. I slipped out of the handcuff and put on my all black yet bloody clothes. Before I got my t on the cop noticed I was trying to get away and grabbed me. He forced me back on the bed with the help of nine of his security buddies. Then I was strapped down. I was still russeling and they thought I would break my other leg doing it. So they gave me 20mg of some kind of sleeping drug to calm me down, but did it work? No. They had to shoot me up like six times for it to even calm me down just a little. It became 4:00. You know when you came in. again four O'clock is an hour before the sunrises so I have to keep my black curtains closed.
I shouted to the cop outside my door.
"Hey you, fatso, I need you to shut the curtains before 5:00." He walked in and made a little laugh.
"Why? Are you Allergic to the sun?" he laughed again.
"As a matter of fact I am. And if the sun hits my skin I get boils the size of oranges that hurt worse then you could ever know. Would you get something that would not let the sun in?" He left the room and stood by the door again. I could barely move from the drug that was given to me. But I managed to undo the buckle and get up and get almost fully dressed I didn't think much but I threw on my duster, I mean the shirt I could leave off but the duster maid my image. So did the tattoos on my arms, stomach, and the ring in the middle of my nose and the one in my brow. I only had enough time to get home and get out of the sun. The doctor ran in after being told that I said I was allergic to the sun. So he could tell the police officers the fact, because it was in my medical file. I tucked my shirt in my left front pocket. And tried to clime out of the window I only had about thirty minutes before the sun started to come up.
I got out of the window with my broken leg and arm. I wasn't too far from the front doors of the Hospital so I grabbed a wheel chair to get away. I got home before the sun came up and I got in my room. (My room has it's own door to the outside.) And tried to think of a good story to cover my casts. Oh yeah I was running just for the heck of it and I tripped over a stick (I'm very clumsy) and fell down stairs. Yeah that's a perfect story mom and dad would fall for that. You want the background of my family? Well my Dad works nights; He's where I got the sun allergy. He works at the dock making rope. He makes pretty good money. My mum isn't my real mum. My real mum died when I was born. So my dad got remarried. I guess cause he got pretty lonely just being him and I. My dad's Name is William Windsur. Or when he was a teenager he was Spike. My real mums name was Cicely, and my step mums name is Buffy Windsur. It was Buffy Summers but when she married dad she changed her name. She's ok I like her fine. I call her mum, cause I never met my real mum. We moved cause my dad wanted to find a place where the sun doesn't shine a lot. And he didn't wanna go all the way to Alaska. And this was the closest thing to it.
So I wheeled into the dinning room where mum would be sitting at this time. All the windows in the house either had black painted boards or black curtains. She would be sitting there reading or sewing something. She was reading a Steven King novel. I wheeled up in the spot next to her.
"Hey mum."
"Hey, James." She looked at me in surprise. "What happened to you?"
"I was running just for the heck of it and I tripped over a stick and fell down stairs. You know how clumsy I am." I felt goose bumps all over my body from the lie.
"Ok at least your alive."
I turned to face the clock on the stove to see that dad should have been home an hour ago because it was half past six in the morning.
"I wonder where dad is?" I was still lookin at the clock.
"He probably has to work late today." She stopped to think. "Maybe you should go call him."
"Ok I think I'll do that." So I wheeled back to my room to use my Casket phone. I dialed the number to the docks to hear a three rings then the voice of dad as he answered the phone.
"Hello? Docks William speaking." He said professionally.
"Hey dad it's me. Mum wants to know if you have to stay late today?"
"Yeah, James I have to work 'till eight today. Would you tell your mum to pick me up around in the back of where-house number six?"
"Yeah I think I can do that."
"Thanks. I'll see when I get home." He hung up the phone.
"Bye." I hung up the phone -Don't people say "Bye" anymore?- I thought. And just sat there for I think thirty minutes. My night had been pretty traumatic.
A knock came to the front door. I looked through the scope I had put in when we first moved. I had put a whole bunch of gadgets in the house the first week we were there. I could see every room in the house besides the bathrooms. The visitors at the door where those nice men in blue uniforms; with guns (other wise known as cops.) I tried to get out of my door but one of my wheels got stuck in the door. A knock came to my door. I grabbed a few gadgets threw them in a bag and wheeled out of there. I went to this little place in the only park in the whole town. It was a little cavern under the guy's bathroom. It was big enough I could have put my room (16"x16") my kitchen (10"x10") and half my living room. (15"x15") that's how big it was. It was kinda like our basement except my basement fit under the whole house. The entrance to the cavern was behind a big bush.
I started to set out my gadgets on a table I made with four sticks I gathered then stuck in the ground and a piece of cardboard I found. The gadgets I had grabbed where:
Navigator that looks like a game boy
Flashlighteyes glasses frames with flashlights
Sticky string
Remote control car with video camera and mini TV
A laptop computer that looks like one of my mums Steven King
books
Mechanical Bionicle K'nex remote controlled
50 different colour and different device pens with millions of
purposes
4000 MRE's in pill form (just add water)
Edible paper
Lots of knives that have a whole bunch of cool little knick
knacks on 'em
I set them out as I grabbed them out of my bag thinking -What can I use this gadget for?- I Stopped and just listened for a few seconds. I could hear CB radios, I heard the dispatcher talk about a 16-year-old boy in a wheelchair with two broken legs; considered armed and dangerous. I laughed.
"Considered armed and dangerous." I said to myself in a whisper. I heard a branch brake, and then a light shone through my little whole in the ground. I could also hear breathing and a heartbeat. I felt the goosebumps come back. I rubbed my face to find a scaly feeling to the touch. The cop caring the light was Stavick. (The cop that broke my leg, arm, and nose.) He stopped in his tracks and looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
Authors note: if you want to find out what happens next tune in later for Chapter 2.
I was just lying there on my bed thinking about the horrible thing I had done two hours ago. By this time it was 4:00 in the morning. It was only an hour before sunrise. My room was painted black, my bed was black, and so were all of my clothes. On each of the four posts of my bed where Plaster skulls. I guess you could say I was obsessed with death. I don't know why but just the thought of death made me want to know more about it.
Well it was 11:00 Thursday night of my first summer in the most boring place on earth. I mean the town itself was just so small. I bet the population was five. The name of the town was Porter Creek. My parents and I had only been here since three weeks before summer started and it was already July 3rd. Well anyway I was wondering around the town at 11:00 you know just to look around because I can't go out in the day time because I'm allergic to the sun. So I was just roaming around and heard someone yell, "Help!" so I followed the cries. I found this guy chewing this other guy's neck. I fought of the guy that was feasting. I carried the injured stranger to the one and only Hospital. I waited frantically while the doctors worked on the guy. I waited for about thirty minutes. A doctor I think his name was sharp. He walked up to me,
"Are you the one that brought in the victim?" He turned his head to the dead body then turned back.
"Yes. Is he ok?"
"I'm sorry, he had lost too much blood. He didn't survive."
I sat down as the doctor walked away. I heard five or six cop cars pull up in the Hospital parking, (I could here there CB radios.) I still sat there thinking of what that guy was. And why he was feeding off that poor guy in the first place? By then it was probably around 12:00-12:30 but I really didn't look. The twelve cops ran into the emergency room. I don't know why they ran but they did. They all had just come from the crime seen of the young guys death. One walked up to me and asked the same thing the doc did.
"Are you the one that brought in the victim?"
"Who's askin?" I stood up trying to be a smart a$$.
"Son, this is a police investigation and I could arrest you for obstructing justice."
"Well I'm not breaking any law. So arrest me then you would be suspended for I don't know three two six weeks for a false arrest." I folded my arms over my black yet bloody black t-shirt and black leather duster. (Which thankfully I didn't get any blood on.) That was an inch from the floor. The pig got five centimeters from my face.
"I have ten witness' that place you at the scene of the crime."
"Well duh. I found the guy picked him up and carried him here."
"All of the witness' place you leaning over the victim. Which by the way is dead. Correct?"
"Yeah, he's dead. But oh. here's a stupid question. Why would I try to kill him then bring him to the hospital?"
"There are a lot of reasons people try to kill other people, then have a change of heart."
"Whatever. I'm going home." I brushed past the cop to his left as he grabbed my right arm.
"You aren't going anywhere 'till I ask you some questions and get some good answers."
"I have one question for you."
"Yeah?"
"Are you Andy or Barnie?"
"Huh?"
"Ok let me put it in a simpler term. Do I smell bacon?"
"I still don't understand your question." He looked confused.
"I thought you had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a police officer?" He let go of me and made one of those what does that mean face's.
While pudgy was tryin to figure out my question that took him about, 3.5 seconds to realize I had insulted him. I booked it out the emergency doors dodging all the cops in my way. I was almost caught a few times. As I ran from the furry assed monkeys I yelled
"Muncha Stew Gots" and hopefully none of them spoke Italian. In Italian that meant *Kiss my a$$. * So I ran through about half the town before being jumped on by a cop. The cop came running up behind me and pounced. I heard a few cracks then felt a sharp pain serge through my whole body. I started to moan like hell. I was lying on my stomach when Stavick (the officer that jumped me.) turned me over on my back after cuffing me I started to yell as if I had lost a limb or something. One of the cops ran back to his car and called an Ambulance. When the ambulance arrived one of my hands was un-cuffed and cuffed to Stavick's arm then the cops that had followed me on wheels followed the ambulance to the hospital. I went unconscious from the pain and woke up later with a broken nose, leg and right arm. (Luckily I'm left-handed.) I was also cuffed to the bloody bed. The doctor came in, the same one that treated the vic. He came in and was carrying my chart under his left armpit.
"Looks like you're here for awhile."
I just gave him a smirk and closed my eyes till I heard his footsteps fade down the hall. A cop was standing outside of my room to make sure I didn't escape I guess. I did what a smart 15-year-old would do. I slipped out of the handcuff and put on my all black yet bloody clothes. Before I got my t on the cop noticed I was trying to get away and grabbed me. He forced me back on the bed with the help of nine of his security buddies. Then I was strapped down. I was still russeling and they thought I would break my other leg doing it. So they gave me 20mg of some kind of sleeping drug to calm me down, but did it work? No. They had to shoot me up like six times for it to even calm me down just a little. It became 4:00. You know when you came in. again four O'clock is an hour before the sunrises so I have to keep my black curtains closed.
I shouted to the cop outside my door.
"Hey you, fatso, I need you to shut the curtains before 5:00." He walked in and made a little laugh.
"Why? Are you Allergic to the sun?" he laughed again.
"As a matter of fact I am. And if the sun hits my skin I get boils the size of oranges that hurt worse then you could ever know. Would you get something that would not let the sun in?" He left the room and stood by the door again. I could barely move from the drug that was given to me. But I managed to undo the buckle and get up and get almost fully dressed I didn't think much but I threw on my duster, I mean the shirt I could leave off but the duster maid my image. So did the tattoos on my arms, stomach, and the ring in the middle of my nose and the one in my brow. I only had enough time to get home and get out of the sun. The doctor ran in after being told that I said I was allergic to the sun. So he could tell the police officers the fact, because it was in my medical file. I tucked my shirt in my left front pocket. And tried to clime out of the window I only had about thirty minutes before the sun started to come up.
I got out of the window with my broken leg and arm. I wasn't too far from the front doors of the Hospital so I grabbed a wheel chair to get away. I got home before the sun came up and I got in my room. (My room has it's own door to the outside.) And tried to think of a good story to cover my casts. Oh yeah I was running just for the heck of it and I tripped over a stick (I'm very clumsy) and fell down stairs. Yeah that's a perfect story mom and dad would fall for that. You want the background of my family? Well my Dad works nights; He's where I got the sun allergy. He works at the dock making rope. He makes pretty good money. My mum isn't my real mum. My real mum died when I was born. So my dad got remarried. I guess cause he got pretty lonely just being him and I. My dad's Name is William Windsur. Or when he was a teenager he was Spike. My real mums name was Cicely, and my step mums name is Buffy Windsur. It was Buffy Summers but when she married dad she changed her name. She's ok I like her fine. I call her mum, cause I never met my real mum. We moved cause my dad wanted to find a place where the sun doesn't shine a lot. And he didn't wanna go all the way to Alaska. And this was the closest thing to it.
So I wheeled into the dinning room where mum would be sitting at this time. All the windows in the house either had black painted boards or black curtains. She would be sitting there reading or sewing something. She was reading a Steven King novel. I wheeled up in the spot next to her.
"Hey mum."
"Hey, James." She looked at me in surprise. "What happened to you?"
"I was running just for the heck of it and I tripped over a stick and fell down stairs. You know how clumsy I am." I felt goose bumps all over my body from the lie.
"Ok at least your alive."
I turned to face the clock on the stove to see that dad should have been home an hour ago because it was half past six in the morning.
"I wonder where dad is?" I was still lookin at the clock.
"He probably has to work late today." She stopped to think. "Maybe you should go call him."
"Ok I think I'll do that." So I wheeled back to my room to use my Casket phone. I dialed the number to the docks to hear a three rings then the voice of dad as he answered the phone.
"Hello? Docks William speaking." He said professionally.
"Hey dad it's me. Mum wants to know if you have to stay late today?"
"Yeah, James I have to work 'till eight today. Would you tell your mum to pick me up around in the back of where-house number six?"
"Yeah I think I can do that."
"Thanks. I'll see when I get home." He hung up the phone.
"Bye." I hung up the phone -Don't people say "Bye" anymore?- I thought. And just sat there for I think thirty minutes. My night had been pretty traumatic.
A knock came to the front door. I looked through the scope I had put in when we first moved. I had put a whole bunch of gadgets in the house the first week we were there. I could see every room in the house besides the bathrooms. The visitors at the door where those nice men in blue uniforms; with guns (other wise known as cops.) I tried to get out of my door but one of my wheels got stuck in the door. A knock came to my door. I grabbed a few gadgets threw them in a bag and wheeled out of there. I went to this little place in the only park in the whole town. It was a little cavern under the guy's bathroom. It was big enough I could have put my room (16"x16") my kitchen (10"x10") and half my living room. (15"x15") that's how big it was. It was kinda like our basement except my basement fit under the whole house. The entrance to the cavern was behind a big bush.
I started to set out my gadgets on a table I made with four sticks I gathered then stuck in the ground and a piece of cardboard I found. The gadgets I had grabbed where:
Navigator that looks like a game boy
Flashlighteyes glasses frames with flashlights
Sticky string
Remote control car with video camera and mini TV
A laptop computer that looks like one of my mums Steven King
books
Mechanical Bionicle K'nex remote controlled
50 different colour and different device pens with millions of
purposes
4000 MRE's in pill form (just add water)
Edible paper
Lots of knives that have a whole bunch of cool little knick
knacks on 'em
I set them out as I grabbed them out of my bag thinking -What can I use this gadget for?- I Stopped and just listened for a few seconds. I could hear CB radios, I heard the dispatcher talk about a 16-year-old boy in a wheelchair with two broken legs; considered armed and dangerous. I laughed.
"Considered armed and dangerous." I said to myself in a whisper. I heard a branch brake, and then a light shone through my little whole in the ground. I could also hear breathing and a heartbeat. I felt the goosebumps come back. I rubbed my face to find a scaly feeling to the touch. The cop caring the light was Stavick. (The cop that broke my leg, arm, and nose.) He stopped in his tracks and looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
Authors note: if you want to find out what happens next tune in later for Chapter 2.