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PART ONE: DAYLIGHT


CHAPTER 1: Moonlight Invasion


YEAR: 2008 A.D.--> Whiteside was your average town full of typical mind-numbing people with no excitement or drama in their lives. The biggest dilemma the Podunk had experienced when an ice storm roared through the streets and damaged a few trees about two years again. Since then nothing fascinating had happened. That day was not any more unique than every other monotonous day. Lazily on the front porch of the laid a girl stretched out on a whickered couch, reading a random horror story she had picked out of the limited shelves of the local library. She was nodding off when a cool breeze brushed her dark brown hair over her face, tickling her awake.
--> Annoyed she brushed the hair out of her face. Bored and drowsy she watched an old pickup putter down the street noisily. She sighed and looked down at her book. Just then a voice called “Emily!” Emily Schafer was your ordinary girl. Expect for the fact she as a child she never believed she could become a princess. From an early age she could see pass the wild fantasies and sugar coated lies of the world. To her, the sun never smiled and the tooth fairy was a myth. When she was in preschool Emily was not entertained to the corny posters on the walls of the classroom or the ‘cute’ songs they sang to help them remember colors. Emily was smart but she refused to enter a ‘gifted program’.
--> Groggily she looked up and out to the road. Jimmy stood in front of her house in his street clothes. If there was one person who could understand, then that solo being was Jimmy Subconich. Like Emily he was one of those intelligent people that most students did not talk to. If they had known what grades were written on his report card, then they might not think he was a smart as they thought. He was environmental friendly so he was the head of the Recycling Club and rode his eight gear bicycle everywhere such as the school or the movie theater. “They are showing that new zombie movie tonight. You want to go and watch it? I hear it is horrible so we can make fun of it” Jimmy commented.
--> One of the things the two did together was to watch horrible movies and make fun of how bland or typical the films were. In his opinion, there was no such thing as a good movie made after the nineteen eighties. Unlike Emily though, he believe that occult creatures roamed the land. They would often argue over the existence of the creatures of the night and their strange habits. Personally Emily thought they were all tales though up by some person who had spent too much time alone. “Not tonight, I have a stupid research paper due in a few days. I still need some cards explaining how the French Revolution started” Emily replied and began to write down some notes on her single subject red notebook.
--> After she had answered, he kicked up the kickstand on his black and silver bike. He jumped onto the seat of his bike and called “Alright, I will take a rain check. See you later Emi!” Slowly he rode off towards the high school; Jimmy was building the stage for the musical. He was an excellent carpenter and a brilliant artiste. The two had several things in common such as the dislike of grape flavor candy because it tasted like medicine, the dislike of any reality television, and the dislike of the cafeteria food at the high school. Both came from broken homes and both had less than happy childhoods. From some divine miracle they had weathered life together for many years as life passed over them like an unremitting hurricane on the East Coast.
--> Most friends meet at school after they do something exhilarating, dramatic, or amusing together but how Jimmy and Emily met was not at all glamorous. When he was a child, Jibrail Subconich was quite a daredevil. One day he decided to attempt to bike down Night Demon’s Trail that had been banned and its entrance chained closed a little more than ten years before. The name just tempted Jimmy enough to explore the dangerous path. No one really remembered why the path had been closed but they just knew that it had been closed for a practical cause. So the eight year old boy went zooming down the over grown trail.
--> He was not the only kid who was fascinated by the trail. Emily had found it to be a serene area she could go when the times became hard and no soul would bother her. Often Emily would set on the tree branch of a tall old oak tree and create wild fantasies of what happened and why the city had closed the path. Perhaps there was an actual demon of some form roaming the trail. Maybe there was a castle shrouded by trees and lost through the passages of time. Or there could be a secret place where important people would meet and discuss significant subjects. One day she was sitting on the top of the tree when she heard the turning of poorly greased wheels spinning near by.
--> Just when she decided to look down from her perch she spotted a shadow. Suddenly she watched a boy on a bicycle pleading down the trail. Well he was pumping his pedals until his front wheel met Mr. Overly large tree root and he was flow from his bicycle. As he fell he landed in a large puddle of mud and Emily started laughing. Confused and shocked the boy looked up into the tree to see a girl about his age chuckling at him. “What are you laughing at?” Jibrail shouted at her. From that day on Jimmy and Emily were friends.
--> At last Emily had finished tagging her last note card for her research paper as the sun began to settle in the west. Golden beams of sunlight shone down like ribbons of Midas’s golden cloth. Emerald tree leaves glittered in the warm faint sunshine of the spring evening. I wonder what the West is. In school they always they us not to venture to towards the western edge and they make the trees of the woods sound toxic. Perhaps there was one of those low profile 1970’s nuclear plants that melted down but they would not want us to be so close to nuclear radiation waste. One of these days I will have to explore beyond the boring boundaries of Whiteside: Emily thought as she twirled her pencil in her fingers and wanted the sun set.
--> Drowsily she got up from the wicker couch and walked into the house. Like usual there was no hint of Mr. and Mrs. Schafer being at home. They were usually out late at vital company meetings and convention. So she flung the door of the refrigerator and searched the shelves. There was a single slice of cheese pizza still left so she grabbed it. Most of her meals were leftovers of take out or the rare home cooking. Bored out of her mind, Emily watched her pizza spin around in the microwave. Once in the while she would look out at the window, now it was dark outside.
--> “Watch the car!” the young man yelled at his clumsily friend. His comrade was never very careful when opening car doors.
--> “Do not have a cow Elric, it is an old 1970’s Oldsmobile. If you have not noticed they do not make these cars anymore. You need a better car mate, maybe a Rolls Royce or Mercedes. Now those cars are nice but your carp mobile is not that special, especially since you have no back window” Elric’s friend commented as he carefully closed the door, making sure not to grind it on the brick wall again. “You also have no seatbelts or headlights or even back seats. How the heck did you screw up your car so bad? It is like you drove it through a tree patch. Is this thing even illegal?” he paused in his heavily British accented voice. Originally he had lived in London but now he lived in the United States.
--> “Oliver, please stop making fun of my car. It runs somewhat and that is all that matters. And since when do we need seatbelts or headlights? When I find another junk it car along the interstate then I will trade. And for your information I did not drive through a tree patch on purpose I just shifted into reverse by mistake. Anyway, we are supposed to meet Julia at the filing station. She has the old moving trunk and she is taking it on the raid tonight” Elric answered Oliver who was sitting in the front seat of the well loved car which was once silver but down was red with rust. Crossly the British boy crossed his arms sourly as his friend pulled out of school’s parking lot.
--> As usual there was nothing and no one on Main Street. The traffic was always nonexistence in their town. Many of the youngsters had cars but people like Mr. and Mrs. Horowitz, Oliver’s parents did not drive cars. Most of the adults stayed in the city limits. None of the teenagers ever got in trouble for venturing out but when they caused trouble or made headlines then punishment was waiting for them. Especially if your name was Elric Berg, he lived with his relatives as a child but now lived at the school. If Lilith Brooks heard that he had gotten into trouble then she would summon his father, which was not happy to hear bad news.
--> Personally Elric could not give a care about his father. One thing is that his dad was hardly ever around. About twice a month he would unexpectedly appear and check up on his son. When Elric was about the age of two he was dismissed from his father’s house and family. When he was only a few months old his mother had died. He never could get along with his father’s family so his dear old dad sent him to live with Lilith Brooks and her daughter Julia. Nowadays the two were good friends and even better salvagers. Often Julia and him would head out into the night with Oliver to collect ‘another man’s treasure’.
--> Their night searches were well organized. Elric wore the same clothes he wore to school which was faded black jeans with matching sleeveless, his worn out Converse, and cloudy gray shirt. Julia wore a halter top that was a midriff with leather slightly tight pants and a pair on no heel leather onyx colored boots. Often she was called ‘Black Widow’ on their moonlight sweeps. Oilver was dubbed ‘Limey’ and he wore a black hoodie with any random shirt under it, Converse shoes, and a part of dark gray work trousers. They all wore sunglasses and tied red bandanas around their upper left arms, they were Westsiders after all. Together they looked like a gang but Elric’s car was no ‘phat’ (awesome) mobile.
--> When they pulled into the fueling station Julia was sitting on the hood of the gray moving van drinking out of a V8 bottle. “What took you so long boys? We want to get first sweeps before those bloody Eastsiders begin to prowl” she taunted as the two got out of the car. “I like the whole Whiteside raiding idea. I grabbed a newspaper from Pumpkin Center the last time we were there. Today is the day that they had their city wide garage sell. I am thinking we might find some treasures tonight” Julia commented as she hoped down off the hood of the truck. All three of them smiled, tonight was a jackpot night.
--> Like Elric, Julia had black smooth hair but hers went down to her waist. When she headed out on sweeps she would often braid it into a French braid. Her eyes looked softer and warmer than her relative’s eyes. Oilver was rather unique he kept his hair messy but somehow organized unlike Elric which kept his hair down and into his eyes normally. As Oliver had freckles, the same ones his mother had. “Alright well take the crap car on the Brookville Boulevard to the east until we hit Whiteside. You can go that way if you want. If there is a trader on Brookville I will stop” Elric reported to Julia as he hopped into the carp wagon.
--> “I am taking the slower but safer route. You can go ahead and destroy our car on Brookville but I do not think we will easily find another van like this. Though I think that they closed Brookville in Whiteside so beware of boards or metal poles” she warned as she hoped into her moving van and drove off to the southern edge of town. With a jolt the old Oldsmobile began to move forwards and the two drove off onto Brookville Boulevard towards Whiteside.
--> Once her pizza was done cooking she took it with her and sat down on the living room ugly moss green couch. With a click she turned on the television and began to watch some show about people that claimed they could sense ghosts. The Schafer house was a pleasant two story modest ranch style building that sat at what was the corner of 23rd Street West and Brookville Boulevard. Now Brookville was closed by a giant wooden white x with orange stripes which reminder Jimmy of candy canes. Still the fading concrete road lead somewhere deep into the forbidden west and one of these days she hoped she would find out what laid in the West.
--> Like a bolt the beat up car drove down the street which was slowly being overgrown by weeds. Once in awhile the wheels would hit a fallen tree branch, launching Oliver upwards were he would hit his head on ceiling of the automobile. “Geez are you trying to purposely snap my neck mate?” he would ask the driver. Up ahead Oliver could see a low clearance of trees. “Um Elric you should slow down, those branches up ahead look low” he suggested but his friend slammed his foot on the gas and they lurched forward. “ELRIC BERG ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED?” he exclaimed as the car picked up speed. Next came the horrid sound of wrapping metal as Oliver ducted down and began to whimper.
--> Before he knew what had happen the car seemed much more comfortable. Sheepishly the British boy sat up in his seat. “What a strange draft” was his first comment. Then he realized he saw the stars. “My goodness! Elric your car has no roof! What are you thinking? I know that this car is a hunk of garbage but why in blue blazes did you have to do that? Is it not a little too much to strip the roof off of your car? Imagine what your father would say if he saw you do that” Horowitz scolded his friend angrily.
--> “My father does not drive cars so he would not care. Personally I do not give a crap to what he thinks. Anyway this car is a junker Limey. After tonight this car will no longer me mine” Elric answered. There was still a hint of a German accent in his voice. Again the car bumped over a large tree branch that had fallen on the road. Once in awhile there was a rusting streetlight standing on the right side of the road. Rust had invaded the poles after many years of neglect. About only third of them worked, making the trip interesting since there were no headlights so Limey had his eyes pasted on the road at all times.
--> As they drove the two talked until their radio buzzed. “How are you guys doing?” Juila asked. The radios had once been in Nightfall Academic Services buses. About thirty years ago Nightfall High School was one of the preeminent schools in Pennsylvania. Parents would even have their children bussed for miles just to attend NHS. Sure the town that the school had been built in was not exactly the most alive city but the town had an overabundant amount of space. Hotels opened so that students from far away places could get a good night’s sleep. NHS was state of the art with superior buildings, educated and passionate staff, and new technologies that were not yet available in every school, only the elite such as Nightfall posse them.
--> Now the windows had been boarded over with plywood. Rust now reigned over most of the exterior of the schools, leaving red streaks down the light brown bricks. Every time the sky wept the roof would leak profusely and flood the hallways. No one would ever want to send their children to Nightfall High School especially since the school had been taken out of the USD system. Nowadays the two buildings stood on their sides of town as reminders of failure to all that lived there.
--> “Fine expect for Knight took the roof off his car! Oh and we are driving down a dark street with no street lights. Other than Knight attempting to kill me I think we are doing well” Limey answered back. She laughed at Oliver’s response; Oliver always thought that one of these days Elric might accidently kill him. Back at school the two boys lived at the school while Julia still lived her mother Lilith. Suddenly he saw something. “Hey Knight what do you think that is?” Oli asked and pointed to the direction of the object. Somewhat concerned his friend looked forward.
--> “It looks like an X to me but there is always room for error” Elric answered and went on driving forward. Steadily he let up on the gas pedal but he noticed quickly that the pedal was not rising. “Limey I recommended bracing yourself because we do not have brakes anymore!” He shouted over the whistling wind and the roar of the engine. Next thing they heard was the sound of splintering wood and Limey screaming at the top of his lungs. As the car busted through the sign, it took fly and thudded onto the street and kept going forward.
--> In the path of the car stood an Oak tree that was centuries old and very sound. So when the car smashed into it, the tree was fine but the same could not have said about the auto. Shocked Limey was embracing Knight, as frightened as a small girl that had just awoke from a dream about the boogey man. When he became sensible again he released the frowning friend. “That never happened” Oliver randomly commented. When Elric attempted to open the car door, he discovered that the door was jammed shut so he just kicked the door out.
--> Next Limey attempted to open his door which was also jammed but instead of kicking his door out he just grabbed it and ripped it off. Once out of the car he brushed himself off for there were leaves covering his and they made sneaking around hard. “Now that was not so bad Limey? Was it not?” Elric asked in almost repartee voice. ‘Not so bad’ is definely not a phrase that I would apply to this situation. Now what will we do? The car is obviously never going to run again. He really just can abandon it here warped around the tree. People will wonder why this old car was even running still: Limey thought to himself as he got ready to answer Elric.
--> When she heard a loud boom Emily ran out to her front porch to see what had happened. Since the Schafer house was on the outskirts of town, nothing interesting ever happened. To her surprised there was a cloud of steam near the trunk of an oak tree she named “Old Oaky”. “You are a damn fool Knight! Now we do not have a car and it is not like people just leave running ones around!” a voice shouted in a scolding tone. As the gentle breeze blew, the steam blew away revealing the car in question. A man walked out of the steam carrying a fire extinguisher in his left had. From what she could see he was about seventeen years old and had the most amazing jet black hair she had ever seen.
--> Next another young man came stumbling out of the smoke. He started yelling, who she thought was his friend that the guy was on fire. Without much thought the first boy pulled the trigger on the extinguisher and coated the other boy that was on fire with white foam. Just as it should the foam choked the fire to death. “What are you guys doing?” Emily called from the front porch. The whole affair thus far had looked like a comedy special on television to her. Surprised the boy with the jet black hair turned around to face her, in the darkness he could tell that she had been laughing.
--> “Well I was just scaring the carp out of Limey here. Tonight I decided to smash my old car into this Oak tree for fun and set my British friend on fire. You know normal stuff” he hollered back to her and she laughed even harder. Interested of the on-looker, Elric decided to walk up to her, maybe he could talk to a normal person for once. Gracefully he walked up to the front porch with his sunglasses still on. During raids, the trio would ware sunglasses to hide their identities. “Did you know that Brookville was closed? I was sure that it was still open but it seems like it was closed” Elric commented as he leaned against the porch’s railing.
--> “When they put a giant X in the middle of the road I think it is safe to assume that it is closed” she noted. The boy named ‘Knight’ looked even more interesting up close. He was a pale teenager with a flawless complexion, smooth hair, and he was tall compared to most people in the town. “So what are you guys doing here? It is not like Whiteside is the most exciting and bubbly place in Pennsylvania. Not everyday do I see someone crash an auto into Old Oaky over there” she asked as she took a bite out her pizza. “You want some?” Emily asked holding up a piece.
--> “I think that I will pass on the pizza offer, I am really not a fan of the stuff. Limely and I are just raiding the town for useful things that people throw away. Things like couches, TVs, computers, and clothes. Sometimes we search through the supermarket mush and find some label-less mystery cans” Knight informed as he began to walk away. The night was still young and he had things to do and get. His friend Limey snapped at him for exposing their plans. “Aw, I do not think you would ruin our fun, would you?” Knight asked her as he stepped into the street.
--> “Go ahead and get all you want, you are probably doing the city a favor. Well I guess I might see you two later. Good luck hunting, there is some good stuff out there tonight” she called from the front porch. “How come you do not like pizza? I have never met anyone that has turned down a piece” Emily asked as the two headed off into the darkness.
--> “I am allergic to garlic!” Knight shouted back to her from the darkness. She found herself giggling. Knight was probably one of the most interesting people she had ever met. Most teens would not admit that they were sweepers, or better known as garbage salvagers. From his words she gathered that his family was poorly. A large moving van drove pass her house as she walked back inside. Finally she realized that the two had just left heir car wrapped around Old Oaky. Perhaps they were planning to find another car tonight. ‘Limey’ seemed to be an interesting guy and she wondered how the two got along. But it was nighttime, time to relax and drift off to sleep walking old movies on television.
--> Once they were a ways off Limey grabbed Knight’s jacket, causing his friend to jolt and pause. “What were you thinking? She is not one of us. She does not live in our town! What would have happened if she had called the police, huh? You did not have to tell her that we are sweepers. She is not in the Vikings or a Nightfaller or even a Westsider” Limey growled as Knight just rolled his eyes. “Why are you always acting like this? You are not totally invincible, cops have guns and the United States has a government” he went on as his friend refused to look him in the eye. “What would your father say if he knew what you were doing?” Limey commented and broke the finally straw.
--> “Look you little a**l ball of nerves nothing bad happened. Now tell me the last time I cared for my father’s approval” Knight snapped back, whacking his friend’s off of him. Knowing that he had been defeated, Limey looked down at his Converse. “See nothing terrible happened because nothing always happens. Oh course I know this land is not ruled by anarchy you idiot. Now come on, I just spoke to her. It is not like I gave her a two hour seminar on Nightfall. The night is so young and the fun is just about to start” Knight informed his friend, both of them smiled. They seemed to have a ‘I can not be sane or be insane without you’ relationships. “Hey I think that is Widow” Elric exclaimed and pointed to the approaching van.
--> “Hey yeah boys, do not tell me that was Knight’s car I saw wrapped around that tree” Widow commented as she parked the van beside the two walking boys. Both of the boys looked at each other and Widow got the answer. Boys you can not just go around destroying things all the time…without me: Widow thought to herself. “Come on you lazy creeps we have to get the move on or the Eastsiders will get all the goods before us” she urged. Quickly Limey ran over to passenger’s side and jumped in as Knight ran towards the back of the van. Once she felt the van rock she took it out of park and drove on down the road.
--> Always Knight rode on the back bumper of the van. The twos always thought that if Elric ever fell off the back and got injured that his father would slap both of them silly. If there was one thing Elic Berg could always count on is that his father would show up every second Friday night of every month of every year. About twice Elric’s father had attempted to put his son in the public school system but every time something went wrong and Elric Berg would suddenly vanish without a trace. Lilith had homeschooled him as a child but a couple years ago she had just about enough of his attitude and sent him to live at the school.
--> In Nightfall, if a child had behavior problems or no place to go they would be sent to live in the school. The whole upper level, third level of the school was filled with empty rooms and some of the students resided in them. So Elric lived in room 302, an old English classroom. It was more like a bedroom in a house than a dorm. From time to time Elric would visit Lilith and Julia. Even though his father was a well respected man, Elric was a rather rebellious. Next to Elric lived Oliver just because the Horowitz house was being rebuilt. Most of the items in Elric’s room was never intended the way he used them. Like everyone else, he had a bed. But unlike most people it was more of a cot since it was on a metal frame. The only light he ever lit in his room was a red-yellow lava lamp he had shoved in the corner near his outdate computer that he had made from other broken computers. Over his window a stop-sign that he had found at a flea market was nailed over it. Like any teenager his age he had stereo system that he blasted rock music over. Lucky for Oliver the school was built with sound proof rooms so he was never disturbed by his neighbor’s music.
--> “Hey fellows I think we found a vein” Julia exclaimed as the drove along. She pulled over and pointed out the window. There was a heap of discarded items pouring out of a church’s dumpsters. Limey smiled as he unlatched the door and hopped out onto the sidewalk. Knight threw the back door of the truck opened with a horrible complaint from the rusted metal and dry hinges. Quickly the trio scampered across the parking lot a bit to the dumpster. There were lamps, televisions, some clothes, a discarded computer and more. They grabbed whatever they though might be useful to someone back in Nightfall because supplies were low back home. Often people needed clothes and food. At times the technology would break down and needed to be upgrade.
--> So the Westsiders created a league of youngsters with special talents that were dubbed ‘Vikings’. During the night Vikings would go into naive towns and search them for useful objects that citizens threw out. Only when the times were bad the Vikings would steal items but that only happened when supplies were unavailable. The tern ‘special talents’ meant that they could do something most people are not able or do not know how to do such as lock picking, hacking, or how to drive a car well. Limey was an expert when it came to lock picking. Black Widow knew how to maneuver large vehicle better than most of the people in Nightfall and she was clever fighter. Knight could convince people like no other and he was self-trained in martial arts.
--> When the dumpster had nothing left that was useable the trio packed up. Again Limey sat in the gunshot seat as Widow climbed into driver’s side. Like always Knight closed the door to the back of the truck, leapt up onto the bumper, and gave a thumbs up signal. They made about three big stops and six small grabs. During their loadings once in awhile someone would see them and ask them what they were doing. Often the silver-tongue, Knight would make up a story about how they were sending useable items to poor people (mostly true) and the person usually wished them luck with their gathering. As the truck was pulling out of town an Eastside envoy rolled in and some of the Easties began clashing cars with the van.
--> With one big bump Knight lost his grip and fell off the bumper, down onto the street. Thinking quickly he rolled into the ditch to avoid being run over. Roxy, one of the spunky and rebellious Eastsiders jumped out. “Well what do we have here? A piece of Westside crap, eh?” she taunted as she approached Knight. Swiftly he jumped to his feet and stood in a fighting position. Roxy was known for her attitude and red-orange hair that hinted her nickname, The Angry Irish. With an unique swing in her step she walked quickly up to Knight and prepared her fist for a battle. Without much thought she barred out one her fist and attempted to knock the air out of Knight, the two had a less than perfect history.
--> Naturally he moved his arm in the way at almost lighting fast speeds. She had just helped him to poise into a spin kick position. Before she knew what happened Roxy was laying on the ground, holding her plexus, and gasping for air. Normally he would have stayed around to fight but he saw the sun beginning to rise. Apparently his friends had not noticed that Knight had fell off the back and just drove off, leaving him to fend for his own. “What is wrong? Sucks for you, it is almost morning. Something tells me that your momma will wonder where you are” Roxy taunted as she stood back up. With a glare he warned her that he was in no mood to be messed with. Then she just kicked him and he lost his standing position.
--> Brushing the grass off himself, he stood up, and got up into her face. She could smell his breath and she began to sweat. If there was one thing that most Nightfallers did not bring up was Elric’s mother. With one strong arm and his training he was able to flip Roxy over, sending her crashing onto the ground. “No one talks about her, got it?” he growled. Weakly Roxy shook her head yes then smiled. Behind Knight was a rather tall young man known as Jackson. Bring his arms down, Jackson hit Berg on the head and neck. Like a piece of paper Knight crumpled on the ground, comatose. The Eastside Vultures ran muck in the city as they left. Bricks where throw as buildings, cars, and even trees. Citizens of the town began to panic. When the police arrived the Vultures were gone already and no where to be found.
--> Disturbed by the noise, Emily ran out on to her porch as the Vultures passed by her house. Once they were out of sight she looked around to see what had happened. The driver’s window of her Taurus had been shattered by a brick. With her shoes on and a robe she ran out to her car to see if anything else had been damaged. Nothing else was harmed and she managed to locate the brick with a frightening message scribbled on its side. Die Humans! had been crudely scribble with a permanent marker on the side. Soon Jimmy came rolling down the street on his bicycle. “People say some strange gang came through the place last night and trashed the town” he reported as he rolled into her drive way. “Who is that?” he asked looking over near her car. She glanced over to see the boy she had met last night, laying sprawled out in the sunlight. “I think that he is one of them” Jimmy amused as they both rushed over to the boy.
--> “No he is not, he was with a group of sweepers not the gang. I think he is hurt bad” Emily informed as she knelt down beside the body. Her shadow shielded him for a bit and he came to. “We better get you inside before the police or someone else sees you. Jimmy, I will grab his feet and you get his torso” she ordered and Jimmy did as they were told. Now most parents would not allow their children to carry half died people off the street into the house but Emily’s parents had already left for work. They worked all the time, even on Saturday and Sunday. So their daughter had run of the house and the injured boy was invited to stay. Carefully she opened the front door with one hand. Through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall and into the guest bedroom they carried the limp boy.
--> “So what are you going to tell your folks when they come home? I do not much about them but my rents would never let me pick some random dead looking person off the street and drag them into the house” Jimmy commented as he laid the guy’s torso down with a thump on the bed and Emily glared at him. “Sorry about that dude” Jimmy apologized to the comatose Elric. Slowly Knight awoke to realize that someone was laying his feet down. “Wow Emi, look at these nasty burns. Looks like the road rough him. It reminds me of that time I swiped my hand on the sander at school, I had burns for days” the young man commented as he examined the comatose Knight’s arms. There were deep red burn areas and slops of pink grazed skin.
--> “Well my parents will not be home at eleven tonight, they are at another conference in Pumpkin Center. When they get home they will be worn out and probably will not notice that there is someone in the guest room. They will never know, they have not even noticed that I painted the walls of my room dark red and wrote all over them” Emily answered as she looked over the limp body. Knight was taller then Jimmy and looked as if he was Jimmy’s age. “Some of his injuries look serve but there is not much we could do. We can not just dump since we do not even know his name” Emily thought out loud and Knight thought that would have a nervous meltdown if they took him anywhere. If they dared to take him into a medical place, then he would hope that dear old dad would appear and pull a vanishing act. He did not even want to think of option two which would kill him.
--> “Aw, Jimmy mister can fix up any jacked up dude” Emily’s friend commented and Knight sighed. The two noticed that he made noise, “Alright so the guy is alive. That is good because I am not good at finding away dead bodies” Jimmy commented and sat down on the bedside. “I wonder how his pulse is?” the young man asked as he sat thinking. Again Knight began to panic; he thought that he was going through heck that day. Once more he thought about the lethal alternative which seemed to burn has he remained concealed in his shoe. The comatose like Knight felt Jimmy’s warm fingers touch the main vein in his neck. Quickly he weakly batted the teen’s fingers away. “Wow, you are a touchy one” Jimmy said.