(Ugh… Another chapter… sigh… I need more control over myself…)

The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High:

Chappy Eight: Exploding Chickens and Sushi; Part TWO

Joshua glanced around, thinking of various ways to handle the situation. The crazed man sitting to his left was apparently deep in thought, not paying much attention to anything else.

"Uh… you guys want to hear some music…?"
"S-Sure…"
Joshua nodded and began to reach for the radio control buttons, but a gloved hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"I didn't tell you to put music on… did I!"
The teenager leaned back in the seat and sighed. "We can't do anything?"
"I told you not to talk! I can easily get away and make this lovely piece of metal go, 'KABOOM!', but I'm thinking!"

Joshua decided to keep silent as Zeik groaned and removed a green notebook from his cloak, placing it on the dashboard and flipping the cover up. He took out a pencil from a pocket and began to write.
"Okay… This is what I'm going to do…" he began while writing in the notebook. "This van has an explosive attached to the bottom of it, and a mine located underneath it. If you drive, you die, or, I can let the bomb attached, go off. Now, this is all a precautionary measure; I've decided to not kill you two, because I have more important matters to deal with…"
"Wait… this was all for nothing!" Joshua exclaimed. "You make us sit in my mom's car for fifteen minutes… and it didn't even affect anything!" he yelled while standing abruptly, but hitting his head on the way up.
"Hey, that's not my fault!" Zeik responded with a shout while rising to his feet, quickly, as well; however, as he also banged his head against the roof of the van, the remote controller in his cloak fell and clattered to the floor. A fait, beeping sound alerted the three that the switch had been pressed.
"We have exactly five seconds before that goes off!" Zeik stated in a hurried, careless manner. Almost instantly, the three flung open the doors and dashed outside. Within mere moments, the vehicle exploded in a blaze of fire and metal, the resulting shock propelling them a little ways forward.
"Oh… crap!" Joshua gasped as he turned on his back before standing up and rubbing his ribcage. "That… hurt!" he said as Myron stood, shakily relaxing himself.
Zeik flipped back onto his feet, gazing at the now charred van. "Whoa…"
Joshua, however, was paying no attention to him and was slowly approaching the remnants of the car. "No…No, no, no! Now Mom is seriously going to kill me…" He slumped to the street in defeat as Myron stumbled over to him. "J-J-Josh! He's g-g-getting away!"
Zeik was certainly in the midst of escaping; he was running quite quickly down the street. Joshua looked up, and, with the intent of revenge, sprinted after him.
"W-Wait!" Myron called before starting to follow, however, he was forced to stop and take a breath with his inhaler.
"Get back here!" Joshua yelled while chasing the crazed individual down an alleyway and onto another street.
"Stay away!"
Zeik threw a small, round structure behind him; upon touching the street it imploded, releasing a mass of dark, gray smoke. It spread across the ground quickly, blinding, as well as stopping, Joshua.

He covered his mouth and nose and hurled himself through the smokescreen, only to find that he had disappeared…

"Oh, okay; so anything else I should know?" Nicole asked as Christian looked through his notebook. They were both standing near the entrance of the school; many of the students preferred to wait outside rather than inside the building.

"No, there wasn't any homework for Science or Band; why were you absent on Tuesday, anyway?" he asked while putting his backpack down and placing the purple notebook inside of it.
"I had to go to my grandfather's funeral…"

"Oh, I'm sorry about that…""No, it's all right…" she replied as the sound of footsteps on damp grass and mud approached them.
"Hey," Joshua said with a small wave. Christian looked up at him before smiling. "Hello Josh, what's up?"
The teenage Townsend shrugged. "Nothing much; I really didn't feel like coming to school today anyway." Nicole cocked her head to the left. "Weren't you on the news yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Yeah, they just asked me a few questions about the explosions in North Ashfield. I told them there were a lot more bombs left."
"That's strange… Wasn't there an incident at that new restaurant?" Christian inquired. Joshua nodded. "Yeah, I was there too; it's the same guy."
"You met the person responsible for the explosions?" their female acquaintance asked as she leaned against the wall. "Zeik? Oh yeah, he's a really nice guy," he responded in sarcasm.

Zeik stumbled over some obstructions as he limped through the dark room. He cursed under his breath and reached for the long, metallic switch which would turn on the light bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling.With a gentle pull, the dim light faded on, casting shadows around the decaying, wooden room. Stacks of paper lye against the right wall, and cardboard boxes along with metal and plaster structures were scattered about the floor. In the center of the mess was a desk, and atop this desk lay several sheets of paper. They depicted different designs and plans of different mechanisms and things.
Zeik shook his head and grabbed a small orange bottle. Quickly twisting the cap off, he poured five of the bottle's capsules into his hand before letting them into his mouth. Taking a moment to swallow, he glanced around his surroundings.
"That stupid kid… I should have gotten rid of him, dammit…"
"Perhaps we could assist you…"
Zeik spun around to see three hooded people standing in the doorway of the room. The man who had spoken began to slowly advance.
"How…?"
"How did we get in here? It matters not. We mean you no harm in any case."
"What the hell do you want?" demanded the black- haired man as he backed up against the wall. The hooded person chuckled. "We need only a few minutes to speak with you, and after we are done with that, I have a proposal for you…"
"What do you mean?"
"Our brothers and sisters… they have sacrificed much for the coming of God… Yet, our brotherhood if faltering… only a handful of us remain, and we have only one more chance to bring about the birth of God…"
Zeik's right eyebrow rose as he slowly shuffled away from the men. "Heh heh… are you sure you all don't need some help…? Like professional help…?"
The man shook his head. "The previous mother of God is no longer capable of serving that purpose… however, she could prove to be useful… I give you this option: join us, become a follower of God… and if you take my offer, you shall be given the greatest power ever imaginable. The recognition you deserve, perhaps…?"
Zeik had been staring at the floor as the man had spoken, and he folded his arms while looking up. "The recognition I deserve… Yes… Fine, I accept; I never really was a man of religion, though…"
"No matter… Now, come with us…"

(Okay… So I guess I will be adding the Silent Hill cult into this story… Well, remember to review.)