Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A Chapter by Damon Favreau

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     Apparently, even the last day of school they give after school detention. I knew Archy must have bailed out on me as a friend because he was always my ride home and wasn't waiting for me. Go figure. After five hours of cleaning up garbage that happy seniors left behind in the hallway, it was 8:00pm and getting dark out, but lucky for me, my school was in the ghetto district of Los Angeles, California.

     As hard as it is to believe, it wouldn't be people to fear nowadays. A year ago, in 2012, Earth changed as we knew it. One day all of the Americas lost communications with the rest of the world. All aircraft we sent over were destroyed just before it reached land by some sort of "mysterious beings". As of now, we consider ourselves The New USA; The United Survivors of the Americas. But, this year, people have been disappearing unexplainably. As of now, I'll work on making it home alive.

     I glanced at my black-leather wristband watch. 8:13 pm...ahhh here it comes; an "armored bus", standard issue as of 2013, which was basically an old city bus with metal scraps welded to the windows. It felt great to be in somewhere secure.

     Sitting in the far back like I always do, I noticed a hot emo chick on the other end of the back seat. She had blonde-tipped black hair, rainbow thigh-highs, and a lacey black and red tu-tu skirt. Her face looked very smooth, with lots of make-up and plenty of eyeliner. Her eyes iruses seemed black. She was slumped-over looking sad, reveiling a black rose tattoo on her upperback.

     "You okay?" I almost whispered. She looked straight into my eyes and smiled with fangs for canine teeth. They must've been fake... a lot of people do that; especially us goths and emos. Mesmorized, I blinked my eyes and she was right in front of me. I must've stared at her for too long...

     "Hey, could you walk me home? I know we just met, but I feel scared.  You know, with everyone disapearing lately? It scares the bajesus outta me." She asked sweetly and innocently.

     "Ummm, sure!  But... could I, like, get your name first?"  That's just like me, springing for any chance for a little action. "Well, just call me Candy..."  I followed her off of the bus. "So, mister Goth-Pants, what's your name?"  "James, but please, call me Demon." We walked down an alley and up a fire-exit.

     "You can't be too careful these days." She said as we stopped near the top floor in front of an open window, black drapes fluttering in the wind. "Can you come in for something to drink?" "Sure, why not?" I replied stepping into her room. "It's freezing wind up here."

     Her room's door had locks all over it, the walls were black with death metal band posters all over them, and there were red candles scattered on the floor in front of her bed, which was a deep black-finished wood. The only light came from the TV displaying a paused war-video game.

     Candy closed the window, nearly making me piss myself in fear, pulled out a lighter, lit all of the candles, and turned the TV off in one fluid motion.  Then, she headed to a minifridge that I could now see in the new light. "What would you like to drink? I have alcohol if you aren't a p***y, but other than that, do you like tap water?" "Surprise me, Candy. Mix me up something." "Mmmmm, Kay" She murmured.

     I only had an appartment left to go to anyways. What's the point in not having to deal with school if you have to spend it alone anyways? She walked over with two martini glasses full of purple liquid, and handed me one. It smelled like roses and tasted like pixie styx. The strange concoction was gone with three others before I knew what happened. "You look very beautiful, Candy."  She bit her lip piercing my heart with her eyes as she leaned in and kissed me. Mmmm, cherry flavor! One kiss lead to another, and pretty soon, we were making out. Backing up to her bed we fell onto her silky blankets.  Two seconds later, she was kissing my neck. But something was wrong. I felt like I was getting weaker...and very tired. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was her smile with blood dripping down her fanged mouth.



© 2011 Damon Favreau




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