Chapter 3: When Shit Hit the Fan
The woods were dark by night, which the poor old man was glad to be walking through the woods in this time. He looks around his area to see nobody on site. He was stumbling during the walking with hiccups and a glass beer left behind. With a rope in hand, he jumps up to quickly grab a close branch that's above him. A good 7 feet tall branch he manages to pull himself up and sat on it. He laid his back on the tree with the rope still in his hands. He stares up at the night skies that were full with stars from millions of miles away.
"I failed..." he spoke with depression. "I couldn't do my service as a voodoo doctor. I fail to do every ritual and succeed in completing a task. I'm not worth the life of voodoo."
Unstable in his mind, the old man form a noose, which he wore it around his neck. He tightens to rope to his wrinkled skin and saw another branch close to him. The old man stood up from the branch he was sitting to tie the other end of the rope to the other branch. After that, the man groans to feel the toxic drink running to his body. He sat back down with his feet dangling from the branch, for he took one last look at the night sky.
"The night sky is so beautiful. I wish I could be with those stars up there," spoke the man as he was about to get up when he hear a footstep.
He looks down to see a young boy with white hair, a buck tooth, wearing an orange shirt and blue jeans. He looks over to see an African-American boy with black jeans, a yellow and blue stripes shirt, and glasses. He was confused to be confronted by two young boys in the middle of the words in a time like this. They both look at him with fear.
"Sir, are you okay?" asked the white-hair boy.
The old man looks away, thinking of a way to explain what he was going to do. It seems so odd for these boys to walk up to a person who was thinking the wrong idea.
"I'm just... Looking at the night sky," he responded coldly. "There are beautiful up there."
The kids look up the sky to see what the old man was referring. They were amazed to see how many stars are shown in the night sky. It seems like it was from a science fiction movie.
"You like the stars, don't you lads?" he asked to see the boys captured by the scene before them.
"Yeah," the two boys replied.
"That's where I'm heading, to the stars. The stars I'll shall go to."
The man stood up the branch as he was about to do his deed when the white-hair boy ran below him. He looks so worry to allow such thing to happen.
"You can't do that. You have so much to live for," spoke the boy. "You most have loved ones who cares so much about you."
"There's no one out there who loves me," replied the old man with anger. "I'm such a failure."
"No you're not, we can help you."
"Um Lincoln... do you think we can talk about this?" asked the African American boy.
The two child walk a few distance away from the man, as they were whispering something that have something to do with him. The old look at the two boys confused, yet he remembers he needs to commit another voodoo act that involves a person. It's a dangerous act for the person who's going to be in it, but the man has no intention to bring a child into his hobby. He would use an animal or an adult, but a child? He looks at the sky to notice the moon was lowering slowly. He has no time to waste.
"Are you sure we have to help this man? What if he is dangerous?" asked Clyde as he was fearful towards the old man.
"Yes I'm sure Clyde. This man was about to take his own life away, so we saved him. We are a hero for saving this man's life," said Lincoln with seriousness in his voice. "If we haven't saved him, then I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for letting a person die in my watch."
Clyde looks at Lincoln for a few seconds before he sign and nod in agreement to his friend.
"Alright, let's help this man," confirmed Clyde as he and Lincoln walk back to the man where they saw him slowly getting off the tree without the noose on his neck.
"You kids have helped me see my wrong doing, and I'm grateful you have helped me see the reason to live another day," announced the man with a cheerful smile revealing his yellow teeth. "Now, I need you boys to help me guide me back to my cabin."
'Your cabin?" asked the two children.
"Yes, my cabin is close by around the east side of these woods. I legs are a bit weaken from my... for a better terms drinking bad liquor."
"We can carry you over there as you can tell us where to go," said Clyde as the two boys walk to the man's side and have his arms on them to carry him.
"Why thank you so much. So just walk a few steps from the east, turn to the left, and home sweet home I go," said the old man who failed to attempt to sang in a nice tune.
Lincoln and Clyde begin to carry the man as they walk from the details they were given by the elder. The woods were not scary to them anymore with a company of an adult to secure them in their destination. They have walked a few steps east and have turn left. As they did, out of the distance was a cabin with a terrible structure. The roof wasn't fully built, the walls were marked with strange art images, and every window was already broken. Lincoln never thought anybody but himself had a terrible household, but clear he was wrong. Clyde felt bad vibes going through his body, and it has something to do with the man.
When they were approaching the cabin the old man was humming a tune, but it wasn't familiar to the young kids. They are close to the door as the old man was reaching for his pocket possibly for his keys. Lincoln and Clyde release the man as he slowly approaches the door, pull out his keys, and unlock it. He opens the door widely as turn to the two saviors who was going to make his night good.
"I'm sorry for what I'm about to do," said the old man before he brought his right close to his face and opens his palm to blow white powder on the two preteen boys.
They coughed with their eyes closed to be suddenly coked by the powder, yet they slowly felt weak before they fade into darkness.
Clyde opened his eyes to notice he was in a room. The room was small, yet it doesn't look like his room. In fact, it's not evening his room. He looks to see himself on a bed with a blue blanket covering him. He pulls the blanket off him to see he still had his clothes, but he notice another bed on the other side of the room. The bed was not properly fixed and it was covered by scattered clothes. These clothes are blue jeans, a pair of white shoes, and an orange polo shirt.
'Oh no, Lincoln!' panicked Clyde as he got off the bed and exit the room.
He looks to see himself on a hallway with four doors. He begins to tiptoe to the first door, which he opens to see it was just a washing room with a broken washing machine. He approaches the second, as he opens to see it was the bathroom. He then approaches the third door, but before he could open it himself it suddenly open itself. Clyde back away quickly to the washing room where he lean to the door, yet he saw a figure leaving as the old man with a strange looking dagger exit the room and chase after the figure he was going for.
Clyde slow follow as he notice the man enter the four rooms while shouting and screaming madly. The boy slowly came to the opened room to see the old man on top of the figure who was hitting the man's chest. Clyde look closely to see the figure that was captured was none other than Lincoln, but it was too late as the man brought down the dagger to his friend. He stabbed his friend three times with blood squirting out with each strike. When the deed was done, the old man turn to the door with blood and rage on his face. Clyde quickly runs as he wants to escape from the old man.
He head to the bathroom, where he close the door and lock himself in. He scans around the bathroom to see a small square window in front of him. While he got to the window, the door was being knocked by the attack of the house. Clyde tries to pull up the glass from the window, yet it was stuck. He was in fear as the old man start to use the dagger to attempt to break in. Each strike causes the door to crack, which the surviving boy has to think of something fast. As the door was getting worse and the old appears from the opening, Clyde begins to hit the glass window with his fist.
Each blow to the window causes the boy to see crack on the glass and feeling his fists in great pain. The old man finally broke the window to get in, but at the same time Clyde mange to break the glass window. The old man quickly rushes to the window, yet Clyde quickly got through the small window and escapes the clutches of the man. He can hear the man shouting for him to come back, yet he didn't want to get near. He runs through the woods with tears in his eyes.
'Lincoln is dead, and I could have saved him. What am I going to do?' Clyde asked himself as he continues to run.