In addition to not owning The Lost Boys (sigh) I also don't own The Wizard of Oz.
"You're dead meat, you little brat!"
"David, no!"
"Are you blind? He tried to kill us all!"
I looked down at Laddie. He was standing in the middle of a circle made of lit candles.
"He's not doing anything."
David turned to me. His eyes looked like they'd been lit on fire or something.
"You think so? I heard him chanting something, and suddenly it's like the life is being sucked out of me. I look over there, and there's the Wonderful Wizard of Oz reciting curses in the middle of a lot of fire."
He grabbed hold of Laddie and shook him.
"Where'd you learn those neat tricks, boy?"
"My-my mother."
David dropped him on the ground and looked at him like he was something on the bottom of his shoe.
"David, you promised me."
David cocked his head and gave me that famous sneer of his.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that, Dwayne. I'm not going to hurt him, I'm just going to keep him from getting into trouble."
He waved his hand in front of the kid's face. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but it couldn't be good. David had more power then any of us. He could bend reality however he wanted- I remember the time he convinced me I was eating maggots.
What? I was just a human, okay?
Laddie opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He clutched at his throat, and David gave an evil laugh.
"Children should be seen and not heard, my boy. I don't think your charms will hurt anymore."
More than ever, I wished I had never saved that little freak's life.