Authors note - Sorry this took so long and its so short, but I've been sick for a weak, and all of a sudden my teachers have gotten a sudden urge to weigh us down with more work -(.Longer one next time I promise.
Ch 2 – Night Life…or Death
It was a traditional thing. Go out at night. Have your parents pack you down with survival equipment; ice picks, rope, flare, ext. Drop them on the way and have fun. Fun that most teenagers dreamed of. It was a tradition, and my parents were breaking it.
"No Buffy. No way. You're not going out there." My mother chastised, wading through the swampy waters.
"Dadddd?" I pleaded. He was the relaxant. A rule breaker. The person that considered anyone that didn't go out in a blizzard a wuss. My last hope.
"No, your mother's right. There's some psycho murderer out there and you're not going to be his next victim." Crush. There go my hopes. Crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trashcan. On the other hand...
/I think its time for a sneak out.\
Creak. Look around. Another step. Creak. Look around again. I believe a slug just past me. Time for plan run run run!
Once I was out of sight and the camp had disappeared into the dense forest, I stopped running. I probably woke up the entire night life, luckily for me my parents resembled comatose patients when they slept. I fumbled around for my flashlight.
/There we go.\
The powerful beam lit up the forest, casting shadows all around. The wind blew against me.
/Should have brought a jacket. Bright Buffy. Bright.\
It would take about 45 minutes to get to the village. My parents had this nagging pet peeve, they sort of hated people. They were those die-hard nature fans that had fun while wading through swamp waters filled with gooey things that clinged to you. It was still a mystery to how they got together. My current theory is that they joined one of those dating services: I'm looking for someone who hates social action and would like to go explore the world, gooey swamps and all. I was a contradiction to them though. Everywhere I went I made some sort of friend and attended some sort of party, wethere it be the present Sun Goddess Dance or the exclusive, invitation only, London sewer parties. A contradiction, that has no clue were the trail went.
Crack! A twig broke. I snapped my head around. My breathe stopped, my heart slowed, I pressed my body against the tree and watched.
/This wasn't smart. I shouldn't have gone out.\
/Oh stop being such a baby. You can do this. You done this before.\
/NOT WITH A CRAZY MURDER ON THE LOSE! \
/So it does scare you? The tooth marks on the neck. The blood sucked out of them.? Remind you of something? Maybe the vampires you keep dreaming of? \
/Shut up! You're me remember? You're supposed to agree with me….oh god I'm talking to myself again.\
/Yeah little slow there aren't you?\
/Shh! It's getting closer.\
The figure came closer, passing through the dense forest into the moonlight.
"Shaloub! Thank God it's you I thought you weren't coming with that whole murder thing. Geeze you're pale. Are you sick?"
"Nah. It's nothing."
"O.K. So you lead, because I have no clue where I am."
"Follow me."
Shalob started into a windy course. He zipped past some trees whose branches were rotting off, then past a huge rock formation. It seemed like we would never stop walking but just when I was about to question him, we stumbled…correction I stumbled he gracefully walked onto the path.
"Are you sure your parents won't wake up and start looking for you?"
"Yeah why?"
"Well it just wouldn't be as fun, if we had to worry about them looking for us."
"Trust me they're practically dead."
"Good."
I shook my head. Shaloub needed to relax a little.
"So how much longer till we get there? My legs are turning into jelly."
No answer.
"Shaloub!" I questioned the wind. He had disappeared. "Where are you!"