MichelLover67: I might not add the basement thing is… Nice little thingamajig there, though… and because I like to please my readers… ZEIK IS IN THIS CHAPTER!
Gaia Faye: Pretty much.
SageoWind218: I dunno… He might be in here… Um… I have an idea for the hug…
diddly day: I'd never give up on it. Yeah, it's cool. Heh, I might even do a sequel… or just add on the… UNCUT FORBIDDEN CHAPTERS!
The Extremely Crappy Days at Ashfield High
Chappy Twenty Seven: Speedy and Quick
"Look Sis! I did it! I tied my shoelaces!" exclaimed the young boy with glee. His glasses were crooked, and his hair had been combed messily. The seven year- old boy had obviously tried it himself.
The teenage girl, her dirty blond hair tied back, had a huge smile on her face as she ruffled his hair and giggled. "Great job, Anthony! You got the bunny ears down!"
"Uh huh! And I did it all by myself!"
The girl dropped her smile though, and frowned slightly. Her bright yellow blouse and faded jeans were both wrinkled, as if she'd just quickly thrown them on.
"Anthony…"
The boy, Anthony, wasn't listening. He was looking at his red buttoned shirt quizzically, for some reason.
"Anthony?"
He looked up at his sister now, a smile so bright on his face that she couldn't bring herself to tell him.
"Yes, Nancy?"
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Zeik sat quietly on the bench, his eyes studying what was written inside the notebook. He sighed. He set it down slowly. Was that a headache…?
No… Wait… A shape… in the fog… A… puppy?
Yes… Yes, it was a puppy. A chocolate brown puppy, with big, black eyes. Zeik raised an eyebrow.
Aside from those blasted Order members, this puppy was the only sign of life he'd seen in this deserted town, and he was actually happy for once...
The small animal gradually made its way toward him, and he regarded it with careful eyes.
That was when he heard it. The howl.
It was not a normal howl. No. He had never heard such a thing in his entire life. It sounded like a wolf, but he knew it wasn't. And it was close.
Zeik stood up from the wooden bench, his hands patting around his cloak, searching for his weapon. The puppy was just staring at him, with its big, black eyes…
Just staring…
…Staring…
…Staring…
Dammit! Why did it keep staring?
But then, it was gone. Completely gone. And Zeik cringed as the howl sounded again, but this time he saw it. Five figures, coming from all sides. They were growling.
Five dog-like creatures, their mouths open, allowing their blood soaked teeth to show, approached him. 'Oh my…'
Their red, corpse-like bodies were covered with a horrid odor, and Zeik quickened his search for his gun… but then one leapt at him.
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By the time they made it outside the church, Jeremy was already gone, a red car speeding through the streets away from the building.
Cheryl, however, wasted no time in walking up to Melissa, who had just barely gotten outside.
"Where did he go?" she asked sternly, and the younger woman backed away. "I… I don't know…"
"Yes you do." The teacher brought up her handgun, glaring at her. "I just… I…"
"What? You don't want to betray him? From what I inferred back there, you already did."
Melissa looked away at the ground; her grip around the cross tightened. "I… didn't know this would happen, I just... I just don't-,"
The cross fell to the ground, bouncing a couple of times as Cheryl slapped Melissa straight across the face. "Shut up. You're not anymore innocent than Noah or him, so don't try to worm your way out," she stated harshly. Melissa just continued to stare at the ground.
"Lives are at stake here; are you prepared to be partly responsible for them?"
"Ms. Mason, stop!"
That was Nicole, and she ran up to them. "Please, just tell us where he took Christian," she said to Melissa. "Where could they have gone?"
"…The lake…"
"Why there?" suddenly asked James. He looked at her intently. "That… is where the sacrifices took place…"
Cheryl sighed. "Alright then… Will you be coming with us?" she asked quickly, her gaze traveling around.
"I can't…"
"Can't or won't?"
No answer.
"All of you into the car," she commanded quickly walking towards it. Joshua, however, had walked up to the golden cross while Melissa was looking towards the vehicle.
Something about it seemed alluring to him… and he had to pick it up, only to wince and drop it upon having it in his hand.
"W-What's wrong?" questioned Myron as he approached. "…Nothing…" murmured Joshua in response as Myron looked down at the cross and acquired it.
"D-D-Did it s-s-s-scratch you? The p-pointy p-p-part?"
"No… it just… burned my hand…"
"But it's f-f-freez-zing…"
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Noah frowned, his arm falling. "I don't understand… I shot you…"
Walter's smile grew. "It's a side affect of being split from my soul; it is impossible for me to die."
"What?" Noah asked with a chuckle. "That sounds ridiculous and, unless I'm mistaken, Walter Sullivan is dead."
"In a way, that's true, but not completely dead, but not very alive either."
The brunet cocked his head to the right, smirking. "I could care less about that; I just want to finish this quickly; I don't have all day."
"Allow me to pick up the pace, then," replied Walter as he removed his own pistol from inside his coat and aimed it at Noah, ready to pull the trigger…
The weapon fell out of his hand instead. He grasped his right hand, steam rising from his palm. "No…"
Noah used this to his advantage and planted his gun against Walter's head.
BANG.
The blond lurched back, but stumbled forward and fell to his knees; the crimson liquid ran down through his long hair and to the dusty floor.
"Let's see you recover from that," said Noah with a smug grin. Walter's right hand slowly reached for the gun.
"…Gladly…"
It went up as fast as lightning, a burst of fire sending the bullet shooting past him, barely grazing his right arm. Noah winced and cupped the small wound with his left hand. Walter stood up, the pistol up and ready to be fired.
With a laugh, he shot again twice, and the traitor stepped out of the way, the small projectiles smashing through a ruined window.
"Please don't make me waste my time," threatened Walter calmly as he glided over to Noah, who had dove behind the first set of pews, his handgun raised.
He pressed down on the trigger three times rapidly, without a second thought. They bought him a few moments as Walter staggered. Noah scurried away, finding a nice little hiding place behind the altar. As he crouched there, breathing frantic, he inspected his weapon.
Out of bullets.
Out of the damn bullets!
He heard Walter laugh once more, and it was such a horrid laugh… full of superiority…
Hold on… there was still a chance… if he was quick enough…
"It's useless, Mr. Franklin… Surrender."
Noah ignored him, his eyes falling to his coat pocket. The silver bullet.
He didn't want to use it… he'd had it for such a long time… Maybe… Maybe it was time to use it… if he wanted to make it through this…
"Fine then, Mr. Franklin. I gave you a chance."
Noah cursed under his breath. 'If only…'
His hand slid into the pocket, bringing out the bullet. He loaded it into the gun. And, he acted.
Standing fast, he shot the bullet, but he hadn't expected Walter had unleashed his own. It couldn't be avoided… It was like an explosion in his lower gut; he saw blood spray over the flooring, and he cried out. The silver shell seemed to have heavily affected Walter as well, as he caught his chest, where it had collided.
Noah felt faint, but ran out of the church.
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"What the hell happened over there?" demanded Joshua to Cheryl as she drove through the fog. Myron was holding the cross, looking to her curiously also. Nicole and James were silent.
"Just wait a minute! What are you two doing here anyway?"
"We snuck into their van," answered Joshua. "Those two cultist people… that Noah guy shot one of them."
Cheryl glanced at both of them, sighing. "You really shouldn't have…"
"It's not like I had much time to think! He was going to kill me!"
"What? Who?"
"Mr. Wells! No, wait, whatever he's called! He was going to put a damn bullet in my head! Or whatever!" shouted Joshua back, suddenly furious.
Pain exploded in his chest once again though, and he fell back into the seat, attempting to regain his breath.
Cheryl looked back at him worriedly when James gasped. "What… What is that?"
The woman turned back to the road, only to see the shape of a dog within the fog. And she was going to drive right into it. Sudden impulse caused her to spin the steering wheel to the right, and the automobile spun around, crashing into a nearby building.
(Oh, and diddly day, the UNCUT FORBIDDEN CHAPTERS are just some chapter ideas I couldn't fit into the overall story. Remember when I said I was going to put random chapters in, and you said no? Those are the UNCUT FORBIDDEN CHAPTERS.)