James sped fast coursing through the trees and tripping over a few branches hurtling into a wall. He opened his eyes looking around to see the disposition of where he landed. Once in the trees being chased by something he was sure went extinct generations ago. He was now in a greenhouse surrounded by plants. Kendall was over by a potted cannibus watering it. He was a year older than James and This was the first time he had met the boy. His mother stood over by the door with big broad chested suits standing around her awaiting her orders. She walked over to him with a strut and stood in front of him with a phone to her ear. "James... this is your uh... brother." She stepped back so that the both of them could look at the quiet boy. Kendall's mother was out front as James could see through the tall screen windows and she was filling out some paper work.
"Mom?" He looked at her. "you will be staying with him and his mother for a while..." He dropped his jaw, looking back and forth between them frantically he placed a hand on the wall behind him and balanced himself. "You're leaving... when every time that we have started over we did it together?" He had this broken look in his eyes that she avoided. Brook turned and before she walked away "It isn't permanent. Your mother just has to adjust her finances." She spoke in the third person. Then she stepped away from him. Kendall listened in but did not look over. once the woman was gone the blonde stood to his feet and began walking over to James. Everything froze, the room got dark and quiet. James was alone. He remembered that day eerily well. The day clearly remembered him.
"to be honest." Masons voice erupted behind him. "Your story breaks me the most ." The two boys made eye contact and allowed the energies in the room to shift. Mason was such a sad soul. "Someone who kept you in dire situations to make themselves happy... abandons you when you need them the most. you lost everything that day... relying souly on your looks to satisfy your personal needs... despite the fact that Kendall reaches out to you you panic."
James looked over at the boy with the long face frozen in time heading his way. "i love Kendall." The purple boy turned on his heel and looked out one of the screens. He held his hand up and a white sphere appeared in the distance growing even larger as he pulls his palm back to his chest. "Kendall loves you... you two just take a long time to understand each other." Mason slipped out through the area in which he came and the room retook its life again. Kendall shuffled bashfully over to James and while it looked like he was trying to say something nothing would escape his lips. James immediately hugged him where as originally he walked away and they didn't speak to each other for the first year. Kendall clung to James for what felt like an eternity but was merely a couple of minutes. The pretty boy had to admit... His mothers decisions have turned him into less than a human.
Lucy felt nothing when she awoke. Her skin was completely numb, flakes against her skin she looked around seeing the man standing near her with a weapon held high above his head. She shrieked and felt a burning sensation go through her body. She was lying in the snow. Logan tackled the man to the ground and Jo helped Lucy to her feet. The three of them continued to trudge through the snow towards the house in the distance with the smoke barreling up throughout the chimney. They got to the door and Lucy slammed her fist against it. It swung open to reveal her obueila. "Lucy... you're still alive?" She looked behind her seeing Logan. "Why is he here?" Lucy and Logan looked upon each other. "He isn't the one trying to kill me." She assured. "My sweet... ive lived this tale many times... he is the one who takes the blame for the hallows massacre." She ventured into her home and the three of them followed. Inside everything was cozy and warm. Quilts were littered on the floor and sewing needles tucked into random places. Music played on a box on the wall with nobs. She switched on her cable box and they looked upon the screen to witness an absolute horror.
Police rang their bullets through the air and into Logans stomach. He looked at the Television curiously seeing himself die. "We have been living this day over and over... it never changes, what happened today?" Her obueila asked. "We got a new student in school." Jo said standing in the frame of an open doorway. "Oh yes... the one i dreamt of: Mason."
The question remained: What actually happened that day and how do they prevent it from happening again? The obeuila told a story of how Carlos and Logan had a brawl to the death resulting in a fire that never ceased. They destroyed the inside of the house and Logan in the end was successful. He was the only survivor and took all the blame for everything that happened. However he was not allowed to leave. As an act of defiance and determined to clear his name he pulled a weapon on the officers resulting in the ending of his life. Now every day they relive this scene being offered a chance to make changes with every route but they always end the same. "Your friend mason can open that portal between life and death, exist within it... rescue people from it." A healer of the mind. "He cannot save every one... though some of you can survive." The woman left the room. Lucy followed a little happy that her gran was okay. Entering the kitchen. "You said we would never meet again..." She had tears in her eyes. "A story can never just end." she smiled placing a hand on her granddaughters jaw. "Remember what i said about Logan."
Camille finally decided to leave the room she was in the mattress she had been lying on remaining dusty and full of cobwebs. She felt the fabrics between her finger tips. She clenched them and rose her face up to look around. She sat there for a moment absorbing all the things that her eyes have now adjusted to. She was in a little boys room, though this little boy lived a very long time ago. She stood to her feet and began circling the room. "You beith a witch." He spoke formally siting on the opposite side of the bed as her. "Might i ask your name?" She simply stood there. "Do you not have a name?" The boy cocked his head. "Camille." She shook. He smiled. "Im Patrick."
She knelt down with her dress folding beneath her. He was then at her side. "You cannot stay here all day your friends are in trouble... a bad man stays here and he plans on killing all of you." She looked up at him ever so gently. "I cant save them." He laughed a little bit. "Not thinking that way. You have power darling... use it." He vanished and she was alone again. She gathered herself and left the room. She was once again surrounded by the floating lights. She reentered the kitchen and began heading out into the corridor. She placed a hand on the bathroom door and -
Sam snatched Carly's journal. "Come on Sam i dont have all day." The blonde tilted the book looking at it like a foreign object"i knew you liked him..." She smiled sheepishly handing the book back. The two of them walked passed Mrs. Delozias classroom, a new guy talking to her but otherwise an empty room. Freddy was at his locker gathering his his things and shoving them into a pack. "Hey fred bag... is Gibby here yet?" The butch lesbian asked nibbling on her pistachios. Freddy nodded and turned to them. "You guys excited to go check out the House of Hallows Massacre?" He grinned from ear to ear. Carly sighed. "a year ago today!" she sounded nervous. A senior walked out of a classroom nearest them and put his arm around Carly. "Hey Spencer." The three of them said in unison. Spencer was Carly's older brother. The three of them were freshman. Gibby had dropped out. something about food eating contests not requiring a diploma.
Camille stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She saw, lying in the tub with dried blood around her lips, Jo who was thinner than her bones usually are. She was gone. This made The witches stomach churn just enough to make a deposit into the toilet bowl. She knelt down in front of the girl. the skull turned to look at Camille. When the brunette placed a hand on the girl she backed away. "Your not real." Her bouncy curls flowing quickly. The body began twitching and bones moved into places they shouldn't. The girl reached out and grabbed Camille. A scream bellowing out from her lips. She ran out of the bathroom and onto the stage. She looked out at the empty audience seats and saw that twelve seats in the front row had a reserved sign. a gentleman in a tuxedo and shades entered in from the back and walked down the long isle. He got to the twelve seats and removed one of the signs. With out saying a word he walked back dissapearing into where he came from.
Gibby drove his truck. four door all wheel drive. freddy and Spencer sat in the back. Carly was in the passenger seat and Sam was chowing down on a pound of meat. The drove through the town in a quiet humm. The sun had yet to set and they were already almost to the house. When they did finally arrive, its with a heavy heart that i say this, but it was not a pretty introduction. Gibby had lost control of the wheel and crashed hard against a series of small buildings built around three very large trees. Carly rose her face when at last she awoke. She saw Gibby next to her his side was... unrecoverable. He didnt make it. Spencer was about six yards away on the ground and freddy had landed right on top of him. Sam was stuck in the back seat. Carly climbed out and went to the door behind her pulling at it to get sam out. When she at least got the door open Sams left leg was lodged within the door. A small flame sprouted from the hood and the girls screamed.
Camille heard noises all around her in the set. A set of lights crashing to the ground near her she cried out. Behind her she saw the Jo that had been plaguing them for some time. She crawled all throughout the rafters. She looked ahead and saw that one of the seats had been taken. The boy sitting there was just quiet and his eyes never blinked. She shuddered and ran throughout the theater again only to find herself back at the beginning. Sam appeared near her with a metal rod in her stomach. She was bleeding out on the floor. Camille didnt even notice, as she knelt down that the blood seeped into her dress.
"Come on sam! Dont you dare give up on me!" The butch whined and turned her soft face to Carly. "Im sorry..." A faint smile and a few tears. "My time is up kiddo." A shrug. "No." Carly pleaded. Though Sam was right,Carly held her hand tightly. "Go! Get out of here!" Spencer was beginning to stir behind them. he stood up and looked over at the truck. "Sam... Carly..." He rubbed his head. Trotting over he scooted Carly out of the way and slid his hands beneath sam. She cried out at the pole sticking out of her abdomen was released and he slipped her away carrying her away from the truck. He rested her on the ground and carly ran over to freddy and flung into him the moment he Vehicle exploded.