Little Boy Lost
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it wasn't the case, I don't own any of the lost boys. Sigh.
I'm no leader. I'm not strong enough to control a group, and probably not smart enough, either. But I'm okay with that. We all let David make the decisions. Whatever he wants to do, we do, whether it's harassing the girls at Max's video store, getting stoned, or terrorizing the general population.
Am I sorry I became like him? Not really. Sure, there are times I find myself missing the daylight, or a little tired of the taste of blood. But I wasn't planning to rebel.
"Have you seen my mommy?"
He was a little kid, probably about six or so. Wearing some strange buttoned down shirt, with really long hair for his age. Weirdo, but this place is full of them.
"Sorry. I've been with my friends all evening."
I'm not very good with kids, and I hadn't exactly comforted him. David called out to me.
"Dwayne, what's taking you?"
"This kid's lost. He's looking for his mom."
David and the others came over. The little boy looked up at them.
"Have you seen my mommy?"
David grinned at him.
"Sure we have, little man. Come on my bike, I'll take you to her."
"David-
He cut me off with just a look. I shut up.
We all climbed on our bikes, and rode off into the fog. Roaring past the amusement park, heading towards the cliffs. I wondered when the boy would realize we weren't taking him to his mother.
It was a funny thing. Only last night, we'd taken- well, kidnaped, really- that hippie girl down to this same place. She was screaming the whole time, and I never once felt sorry for her. Actually, I enjoyed it- maybe even got turned on. But this was different. I wished David had just left the kid alone.
By the time we got to the cave, he was crying wildly. That girl looked at us like she hoped we'd all die horrible deaths, but a look from David kept her quiet. Nobody challenges David.
As the kid screamed, David attacked him. Marco and Paul held him down.
I'm not really sure what came over me. But I found myself lunging at David, and wrenching him away from the boy.
"You sick freak!" I yelled. "He's just a kid! Leave him alone!"
I rushed over to where he was lying on the ground- not dead, but almost. I took out my switchblade, and made a cut in my arm. I held up his head, and let my blood go into his mouth.
"You'll pay for this."
I looked up at my friends standing over me.
"Keep the kid if you want. You can read him a bedtime story, teach him his long division, I don't care. But never go against me."
He came closer.
"We'll have to teach you a lesson about obedience, Dwayne. One you won't forget."
They were upon me. But I didn't care. The kid would be alright.