(I'm running out of freaking ideas… Damn… If any of people reading this story have any ideas, tell me! Yeah, problem is, I know what's going to happen near the end and at the end, but I don't have squat about what's going on in- between now and then. Hmm… I'll just think up some stupid stuff with the cult… No… Maybe… Grr…)

The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High

Chappy Thirteen: Nothing Good

"Perfect! It works!" Zeik lifted the ash covered goggles and smiled gleefully. He ran over to the rail and bent over slightly, watching as the waves calmed. The bomb had been powerful enough to create quite a disturbance in Lake Toluca, and the results were much greater than Zeik predicted.

"That was quite a spectacle; how long did it take to prepare?"

The black- haired man turned around to see a male, presumably nineteen years of age, walk up beside him. "I am quite curious…"

"Are you another one of those freaks?" Zeik asked while removing the goggles. "Well, I can't say I'm entirely one of them… They're all idiots, actually, not even Melissa knows…"

"I don't know what you came to talk about, but just leave me the hell out of it; I'm not interested in demonic voodoo."

Noah nodded, closing his eyes. "I only came to introduce myself… I can safely assume we both don't care much about Jeremy's plans… But tell me, why did you agree to help him and the others?"

Zeik chuckled before falling onto the ground, the glare from the sun causing him to squint. "Why do you care? I don't even give a damn anymore…"

Noah shrugged. "There are many things in this world that I've questioned since I was a boy… I'm sure you have, as well…"

He sighed and began to walk away, his gloved hands tucked firmly in his coat. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have something I have to take care of… It'll take about an hour to get from here to Ashfield, but it has been nice talking to you; farewell."

"Are you sure you're all right, Josh?"

"I'm fine, Mom; I just donated some blood and fainted. It's not a big deal."

Henry massaged his forehead lightly with his left hand while his wife and son conversed. This headache had been coming on since Joshua had left for school the previous morning, and it only continued to worsen.

'Damn… Can't go into that hospital without feeling horrible… Wait…'

Henry's eyes widened somewhat at the sudden realization. 'Why the hell hadn't I realized it before…?… No, that's ridiculous…'

"Hey! There was a toy inside the bag!" Catherine squealed with glee while tearing the plastic bag open and taking out the small yo-yo. "It's a yo-yo! We never played with these at Wish House!" she said before grasping the small hamburger with her free left hand and taking a bite out of it.

Alexis merely set his yo-yo and the bag of food down beside his feet, his eerie smile failing to just fade away…

Joshua yawned while his father stepped on the brakes, stopping the car before another red light. He then looked out the window to his right, seeing directly into the next vehicle.

There was a blonde girl nibbling away at a hamburger seated near the window across from him. There also seemed to be a red- haired male to the girl's right, but it was difficult for Joshua to see completely.

The girl, for some reason, also raised her head and stared out the window, both pairs of eyes making contact. She seemed to have stopped chewing.

However, Joshua's gaze floated down to the medallion hanging from her neck. 'That's weird…'

Catherine swallowed down the rest of the food she had been chewing and turned to the other three. "Guys, there's some freaky kid looking at me! He's in the other car!"

Noah's head moved slightly left, allowing him to get a glimpse of the boy. He was, from the looks of it, a teenager with slightly long, brown hair. "He's not looking at you, but rather your medallion… the 'Halo of the Sun'…"

"But he's still freaky! He won't stop looking at it!"

"Then don't pay attention to him. Soon, the lights will turn green and his car will drive off…"

Joshua noticed the blonde had turned away and was now speaking with a man in the front passenger seat. He shook his head before leaning back and deciding to get a little rest.

Christian collapsed onto the bed in the center of his room, his eyes shut. He lay there for a moment, thinking.

'That dream… what was it…? Who's Mary?'

He sat up, staring at his computer. "Mary… Mary Sunderland… Wait, what…?"

Christian walked over to his computer, eyeing it slowly. "I guess I could look it up… but where did 'Sunderland' come from? I swear I just thought of it…"

(Damn, a short chapter… I have to think…)