Jennifer sprinted away the few feet to Todd’s windowless white van. Jackson sat next to Todd on the road as his body seemed to have ceased drifting away into the darkness. The van door slammed shut as Jennifer yanked herself into the driver’s seat. The van growled and hissed, but it would not fire up. I had forgotten that the demon that tried to kill me but inadvertently saved me had zapped the hell out of the van and probably fried some pretty serious parts that the van needed to work properly.
Jackson’s head turned quickly as he heard the van struggling to fire up, he knew how serious this was and that we needed the van if there was even the slightest of chances that we would be able to get Todd some help. It did not take long for him to get there, as he quickly and repetitively smacked the crap out of the painted flaking hood. Each slap with his hand sent millions of tiny paint particles in the air, a poisonous type of
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We pulled up in front of the school, the prison style gates were shut, but we all knew that the school gates were unable to be locked and secured. The trouble we had was trying to get Todd inside of the school, as I have stated eight hundred times in this story, he is a large man, and it was just Jennifer and me. I had been at this school long enough to learn that the laboratory, at the far end of the school, gave us direct access to the building and had a lock that did not function properly. The school administrators knew about this, but nothing had ever happened, so it did not constitute the budget to fix it. A litany of cars were heading my way as I sat behind the driver’s seat without even having as much as a learner’s permit. I let the windowless white van with the severely crippled hood idle in the middle of the road, the last thing we needed was some more attention on the tw
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Old Mrs. Williams with her fucking poodle cinched up to her chest, pulled out her cellphone, an old Nokia ‘could survive a nuclear blast’ style phone and started pressing buttons. There was no way I was going to allow Mrs. Tannell to get involved in this situation, Todd and Jackson, Demon Sarah, us in the school, so action had to be taken to ensure we remained free to operate without any interferences. Jennifer stood with me as we watched our future unfold before our eyes, this old bag was going to ruin everything. Jennifer and I looked at each other, neither wanting to make the move that we knew we had to make. Undoubtedly, the situation was going to escalate one way or the other, we should just take control and escalate it how we want it. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the phone from Mrs. Williams' skeletal hand. The way her body reacted was beyond hilarious, as she reacted like she had been punched in the face by a very large man.
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