Believe it or not, Jennifer actually nudged me in the middle of the night because she noticed the rhythmic thumping before I did. The noise that started all of this, created this whole demons versus humans circus, the battle for vengeance because of something that happened so many years ago. The horrible incident my mother had been involved with and the determination by both the demon mother and demon son that had placed a target on my head.
It seemed like decades ago the thumping had first introduced itself to me on a restless night all alone in my room. Of course, even my vividly wild imagination could not have dreamt up the disaster fest that came along with that wicked seemingly normal thumping.
Friday, the best day of the week, the most anticipated day to rush through so we can have two days off from the trials and tribulations of the repetitious weekdays. This was a grand day, at least for Jennifer, I slept for shit and knew this was going to be a very rough and long day. A few classes and a couple of walks to and from school and we are all set for a weekend that could see one of the greatest wars in the history of the world. Jennifer always travelled with an extra change of clothes, less the shoes, she always wore the same black and white converse tennis shoes. She was like a nomad traveling from land to land discovering new things and learning from each experience. Her home was a desolate land of solitude, no father to fight the boys off or to teach her how to fish, no fatherly advice about adult life that was coming at her faster than she knew. She said, “Tonight is the meeting, right? The night that we all sit
Jennifer, Jackson, and I entered the school, buzzing and murmuring filled the air while the kids prepared for the first bell and their first dreaded class of the day. Peering through the crowd, there was something there, something dark and dangerous. Whatever it was disappeared once a clear view was able to be obtained, it seemed to move with the crowd but definitely facing the three of us. The hands of this beast were glowing with fire, hot dancing fire ready to make someone’s’ day turn into a nightmare. This was certainly not a part of the plan to save Jackson in the empty auditorium. If I ever had something go exactly to plan, I would probably be more scared than normal because that would be extremely odd and off putting. With each appearance of this unworldly being, it grew closer and closer which only multiplied its stature. By the time it was ten or so feet in front of us, it was touching the ceiling, pushing up the che
The auditorium was so quiet you could hear the cockroaches’ legs scurrying across the tile floor. A million little faint scratching sounds filled the air but not dominantly, just the furious little feet of the insects that had taken up lodging in our glorious public-school auditorium. The student body had grown used to them and treated them as fellow attendees instead of squashing them like foes. The morning bell had just screamed out telling all of us to hurry to our first block classes or else. The three of us were going for the 'or else' part of the show. Once we had finished, I planned on taking Jackson directly to his class and making up some insane reason why he was late. Perhaps we were chased by a bundl
Jennifer ungracefully skipped all of the steps in an accidental leap to intercept the unwelcome visitor while I was still stuck in a row of seats with my arm elbow deep down Jackson’s throat in search of something that should not be there. When I did the same with Jennifer, I managed to pull out a gorgeous blue glowing orb which I used against the demon boy. That orb removal brought Jennifer back to the land of the living and restored her soul back in its rightful place. At this point I had stopped pushing deeper into Jackson’s stomach as I was uncertain of what was about to happen with the visitor that had snuck up on us. I ducked down as low as possible, but I could only get but so low because of the awkward state of my arm. My ears grew stronger because I could not see who had come in. Jennifer began negotiating. She said, “Oh, Principal Lain! What a surprise! How are you today, Sir?” Principal Lain, head of the Ya
Jennifer looked at me as if she had seen a murder take place and then someone run off after witnessing it. She was partially correct, but it was not a murder, it was an execution. The monster had struck when we were at our most vulnerable and tried to deceive us with an authority figure proposing a get out of jail free card in a very inappropriate way. Once I obliterated the monster, Jennifer was able to see what I had really done. Our main concern was to find the person that was behind the stage watching us, the one that witnessed the green orb extraction from Jackson, the attack on the Principal (which the person could not see because they did not have special abilities like we did), and my hand blasting an orange laser of fire into the principal. This is a bad situation and could jeopardize everything we had been working for, including The Wall. I said, “Did you recognize them? What did you see? We have to head this off now.”
Mr. Kell had me by the lobe of the ear, not physically but mentally. We were basically speed walking towards his office to call my parents and who knows where things would go from there. When we turned the final corner that put us on the last hallway towards his office the faint stomping we had heard earlier turned into loud footsteps closing in on us. Either I was going to be the hero and expose myself and my special abilities to Mr. Kell or I was going to get caught up in whatever drama Sarah Perkins had seen and for all we know, she had recorded. As we arrived directly in front of Mr. Kell’s office, my fate had all but been sealed, would not you know it, Mrs. Tannell with Jennifer in tow drifted around the corner at almost a full jog. Mrs. Tannell had a wild look in her eyes and Jennifer, poo
The three of us strolled through the desolate halls of the school in route to Mrs. Tannell’s English class which only had about fifteen minutes left until the conclusion. We would all be released to the wilds of Pre-Cal and the odd instances of solving math problems that solely involved letters without a number in sight. The world will never know the struggles of Pre-Cal at the Yankee Gifted School and the tortuous seconds of Pre-Cal. Once we had returned to the untamed wilds of Mrs. Tannell’s class left to their own free will without an adult in sight, the room fell silent, and all eyes were set on three ladies that had just diverted a disaster and held the secrets of their lives close to their vests for a little while longer. We walked in the class how I envisioned mafia bosses walked into organized crime meetings with their soldiers, no one could touch us. For the final fifteen minutes of class I obsessed over the video I had sent to myself from
The school day had finally ended, it was over and Friday. A nice weekend to recharge the batteries was desperately needed and that was my full intention, other than the meeting with The Wall tonight, I had absolutely zero plans and intended to keep it that way. This week had been an exceptionally trying set of five days. My entire life had been flipped upside down, but I was slowly trying to claw my way back to some sort of normal, if you could call it that. The school was buzzing, on the outside at least, because tonight was the beginning of the football season for the Yankee Yonderers, our school’s football team. No one was really sure what a yonderer was, not even the staff, so our mascot was a basic bird of prey with a pointed beak to aid in the ripping up of its hunted dessert. They e