| SCHOOL DAY: RESURRECTION |
Danielle was sitting on the school bus with the rest of the grade 10 students and their one teacher. She was looking out the window at the foggy and drizzly day. She looked next to her at the person next to her. Danielle brushed her long black hair back. “Um, Jessie?” Jessie, who was reading a book, looked up. She had short black hair. “What?” she was dressed like a Goth and was very cranky. “I was just wondering if I could get up to use the bathroom.” (Yes, this bus has a bathroom, they do exists.) “Fine.” Jessie sighed and after some shuffling and loosing her page, she finally got up and stepped out into the aisle. ”Thanks.” Danielle smiled at her and started to move to the bathroom. Before she could get there or before Jessie could sit back down, the bus went over a big bump and made everyone laugh except for the two girls. Jessie was almost knocked to the floor, but grabbed the armrest. Danielle was knocked to the floor and hit her head off someone’s seat. “You ok?” she looked up and an arm was stretched to her. She took it and it help her up. “Yeah.” she smiled. Scott had helped her up. Scott was the hottest boy in the class and he had helped her up! She couldn’t believe it. “Thanks” Danielle said and smiled again. They looked at each other and then he turned back to trying to sleep. Danielle sighed and went back to the bathroom. It was an hour later and the day was still foggy and drizzly. The bus pulled up next to a really creepy graveyard with crooked trees with no leaves. The bus slowed down and parked next to the graveyard and the class of twenty students piled out. “Mrs. Luk?” one of the students asked. “Yes?” the teacher turned around and Allison Luk, now an adult was looking at the class. “Why are we here? It’s a graveyard and it’s an hour from school.” “Because Halloween is tomorrow and this is the most mysterious graveyard around.” they walked into and among the different graves. The students followed Allison and listen very carefully. Allison talked while they walked and looked at the graves. “This graveyard has the graves of murderers and insane people. Lots of people that have been buried here has committed mass murder..." She was interrupted by Scott. “Mrs. Luk?” “Yes Scott?” “Who’s grave is that?” he pointed to one that had a carved piece of rock on top of the grave. The rock was carved like a hood over a face and the hood went down to the chin. They walked over to it, but even before they got there, Allison answered. “That’s the grave of Dillon Lavergn.” “Who was he?” Danielle asked. “He was a teenager when he died. A little older then you guys are now. He committed mass murder twice.” “Wow!” was the expression of many of the students. Allison continued. “He dressed up as the grim reaper and stalked kids and teachers in a school, killing them. Two of the students lived and thought they had killed him. But then he came again when they were in university and killed many of their friends. Only them and another of their friends lived and killed him for good. He was buried here.” “Who were the surviving people?” another student that was skinny and had glasses, asked. “Jeff Long, Ryan Miller, and I can’t remember the third.” she acted like she was thinking. “Nope. Can’t remember the third for the life of me.” “How come you know about all this so well?” the kid asked again. “Because his story was always my favourite.” About an hour later, they got back on the bus and drove back. “Thank god he’s still resting.” Allison whispered very quietly. Danielle was very glad she didn’t have to sit next to Jessie on the way back, but was mad because she had to sit next to the kid with the glasses-the class nerd. “...and so that’s how I fixed that computer.” he finished. “But then..." “Marcus!” she shouted. “That’s ok, I don’t want to hear any more.” “You sure?” “Yes!” she turned and looked out the window as she sighed. The bus got back to the school and everyone got off and went to their lockers, got their stuff, and went home since school just ended. Danielle left the school and walked down the street. She looked around the busy city sidewalks and streets and then crossed the street to a large building. The second she got to the other side, a car drove by, honking it’s horn. She ignored it and continued into the office building. She walked up a shinny flight of stairs and around a corner. She came to a door and knocked on it. A minute later, an adult that look almost just like her, only older, opened up. “hi Mom.” “Hey, honey. How was the trip? Come in, sit down while I finish up.” They walk into her office which is very clean and as Danielle’s mother sits down to finish her work, Danielle answered her question. “My day was good. That graveyard yard we went to, was for psychotic people who died. One of them, killed a ton of people in a school. Chopped them up into little bits. Then he perused the surviving people years later, killing more people.” “lovely.” A minute passed. “Alright, I’m done. Now we can go home.” Once Danielle got home, her friend, Christine, was at her door. “Hey Chris!” Danielle greeted. “Hey.” “You want to come in?” “Sure.” “Hey mom?” Danielle called inside the house. “Can Chris come in?” “Sure.” “Thanks.” So the two girls went inside the house. They went down the stairs to the computer and went on the net. A few minutes later, Danielle’s mom came down the stairs. “Danielle, I’m running late for an important dinner.” The mother was dressed up and putting earrings on. “So I’ll be home late. No, Chris can’t sleep over tonight, but since tomorrow’s Friday and it’s Halloween, she can tomorrow.” “ok. Bye.” The mother left. Danielle waited to hear the door close. “check this out.” She went to YAHOO! And typed in Witchcraft and went to one of the sites. “I’ve been studying this stuff for a couple months now. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris asked, fear in her voice. “Because I didn’t want my mom to find out. I told you now, because I want to go to that graveyard my class went to today and try some stuff there, tomorrow night. Don’t worry. No curses or anything. You see, everything you do comes back at you three fold.” “What?” “If I do something bad, like give a curse or something, I’ll be cursed. But not always with the same curse. If I do a good spell, one that helps people, something really good happens to me.” “oh.” “So, yeah, look at some of these meditations and we can to some tonight.” About an hour later, the two girls were giggling as they were in Danielle’s room, one laying down, the other sitting. “Ok, you go first.” Chris said. “Ok.” “Where are you going to go?” “I think I’m going to go to that graveyard I went to today, it was cool.” “Ok. Now remember, say everything you see and I’ll write it down for you.” “I know. I’ve been doing this for a while now.” Danielle closes her eyes as she concentrates. She breathes in through the nose for three seconds, out the mouth for three seconds. She visualises where she wants to be. Chris grabs the pen and pad of paper and writes DANIELLE’S EXPERIENCE at the top. Suddenly Danielle begins to talk. “Old bend, bare, tress. Lots of them.” Chris writes this down as well as everything else Danielle says from here. “Lots of graves. Some different then others. There’s Jack-o-Laterns here and there, glowing from inside. Now there’s a grave with a headstone of a Grim Reaper head. Yes, this is the one of Dillon, the school murderer. I look at the ground closely as I see the dirt slightly moving. Now it’s moving a whole bunch. Something’s trying to get out. Ahhhhhhhh! A hand reached up and grabbed my shirt! It’s pulling me down!” Danielle’s eyes snapped open. “How did you come back so fast?” Chris asked. “Thought of my body laying here like this and I immediately woke up. What I see. I can’t remember. That’s why I got you to write it down, because you rarely remember what you see.” Danielle gets up and walks to the desk where the pad was put down. She picked it up and read it, her mouth slightly moving as she read. “Cool.” She stated. “ok, now you’re turn.” “I don’t think so.” Chris tried to back out. “Oh come on. You can’t get hurt.” “Ok.” Once that was all over, right as Christine was leaving, Danielle asked, “You want to go to that Graveyard I told you about tomorrow night?” “ok.” The next day, Danielle met Chris in school. (They weren’t in the same class.) “That was pretty cool last night.” Chris said. “Oh oh.” Danielle saw that Jessie and her Goth friends were headed for their way. “Oh Look.” Jessie said. “We have a full fledged loser in front of us.” As Jessie and her friends walk by Danielle and Chris, they push them into the lockers. Danielle starts to go after them, but Chris holds her back. “Don’t. if you pick a fight, you get grounded and then we can’t go to the graveyard tonight.” “Ok.” Danielle sighed. “So, what are we going to do tonight?” Chris asked. “We’re going to do some spells at the graveyard.” The bell rang and they went off to classes. At lunch, Chris was walking down the hall and she saw Scott walking towards her. “Hey Sc…Scott.” Chris stumbled. “Hey Chris. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Halloween Dance here at the school tonight.” “I’d love to!” “Great see ya then.” Once Scott walks away, Danielle runs up to Chris. “So? What was that all about?” she asked with a smile. “Scott just asked me to the dance tonight!” “Chris! We were going to the graveyard!” “Sorry. When you have to make a choice between going on a first date with the hottest boy in school, or going to the graveyard late at night, I wonder what the person’s going to choose.” “Whose going to drive me?” “You have a license. Use my car.” Christine hands Danielle the keys to her car. “See ya.” And Chris skips down the hall. “I don’t believe it!” Danielle stomped her foot. After School, Chris and Scott were walking next to each other. Danielle passes them in the hall as she’s leaving school, but doesn’t say anything. When she gets outside, Marcus is standing there. “Hey Danielle. You…you…you want to go to the dance with me tonight?” “Sorry Marcus, But I’m not going to the dance tonight. I’m not feeling well.” Danielle walked away. Later that night, Danielle was about to leave. “Ok Mom, I’m gone!” “Where are you going?” Her mom asked her as she walked to the door. “You’re dad’s going to be home tonight.” “I’m going to the Halloween Dance at my school, remember?” “oh. Who’s car is that?” “It’s Christine’s. she has a date tonight so she said I could use her car.” “That was nice of her. Well have fun.” As Danielle leaves the house, she mumbles, “yeah, real nice.” She gets in the car and drives away. The dance was beginning and when the crowd got inside, they saw it was a Much Music Dance! “This is so cool!” Chris said as her and Scott danced. “I hope Danielle wasn’t upset or anything. She looked mad when we passed her in the hall.” “Naw.” Chris said. “She was mad because she failed her test. She’s happy that we’re going out.” Over in a corner, Marcus was sitting in a chair, trying to read his Star Trek book in the light of the Strobe light. He put a book mark in his page and closed the book. “It’s too loud. I’m leaving.” He got up and walked out. Danielle’s car approached the Graveyard and slowed down. She parked across the road from it and got out with all her witchcraft tools. She walked across the street and into the graveyard. As she got closer to Dillon’s grave, she saw that there was light coming from there. Then she saw other candles around it. “Hey, look who came to do a little resurrecting of her own?” Danielle saw Jessie and her friends with witchcraft tools out and performing a ritual. “Since Witch’s aren’t at war with each other, just for tonight,” Jessie was saying. “You want to help us?” “Yeah.” A guy Goth with short black hair said. “The more help, the better.” “Shut up, Terry!” another guy, Stephen said. “let’s just get on with this.” So Danielle got her stuff out and started helping the Goths do magic. Within a couple minutes after she started helping and chanting, it hit her. “What did you say, when I first came here?” “Is this some kind of test?” Terry asked. “No idiot.” Jessie hissed at him. “we asked you if you were here to do some resurrecting?” “I just came to do magic. Not resurrect some serial killer.” “This isn’t just some killer.” Jessie said. “This is Dillon Lavergne. The master teen killer. And when we’re done, he’ll obey just us. To late to turn back, you’ve already started.” Danielle was liking this less and less by the minute, but continued. After an hour or so, the ground began to move. “It’s him!” Terry shouted. All the others looked up. “Quick,” Jessie had turned to one of her Goths. Get the Grim Reaper costume out for him. I want him to be just like he was.” The Goth did just that. The wind got a little stronger as more and more dirt started moving away. The Goth came back and two hands reached up out of the ground. “We need a sacrifice.” Jessie said. “A teenager to complete the ritual and then Dillon will be able to fully wake up and be under our control.” “What?” Danielle screamed as the wind picked up still. “You’re going to murder someone?” “Relax. It’s not you.” She took out a scythe from a bag behind her that had other witchcraft tools and raised it. “I fell the power of Dillon’s soul, choosing who will be the sacrifice.” Jessie stood and swung the scythe and it dug into one of her fellow Goths. The Goth fell down dead. Jessie moved both, the body and scythe on top of the dirt of Dillon’s grave. The hands moved more wildly and as the blood of the dead body hit the ground, it seeped into it. Suddenly, Dillon’s hands shot straight up and looked more powerful. After the hands, part of the body rose and everyone shuttered at Dillon’s face. Most of the skin was rotting and you could see the bone from his skull in lots of places. Same with his hands, neck, all over. He stood up from the grave and Jessie was smiling. She grabbed a pair of gloves and the costume and threw it over to Dillon. “Wow.” Was Danielle’s reaction. Dillon bent down and picked the costume up. He put it on, but left the hood down. He put the gloves on and then put the hood over his head. Then he reached down and took the scythe. He rose to full height as lightning flashed and thunder boomed. “It’s marvoulus!” Jessie shouted. “And it’s all ours!” she laughed. Dillon walked towards the group and looked at each one. He neared them still. Then when he was really close, he swung the scythe and it dug into the stomach of another Goth. Blood stained the Goth’s shirt as he fell down. Soon, Dillon was swinging his scythe everywhere, bringing down Goths like flies. Some got their heads chopped off, others were stabbed in the stomach or back, either way, they were being killed. “No!” Jessie shouted. We control you!” Dillon just walked after the running group, ramming his scythe down on anyone he got close to. “My god!” Danielle said. She ran over to Jessie. “We have to get out of here. I’ve got Chris’s car not far from here.” “We must of did something wrong.” Jessie said. Then she turned to Danielle. “Alright.” They turned and ran. As Dillon finished killing the last of the group of Goths, he turned and saw the two girls running. He went after them, holding his scythe in both hands, sideways. Once he left, two people jumped down from a tree. They were Terry and Stephen. They each took a Witchcraft dagger and went after Dillon. Jessie and Danielle left the graveyard, but still had to cross the street. Jessie looked behind and saw Dillon almost right behind them. “Ahhhhhhh!” She screamed. Danielle turned around and screamed too. Suddenly, Dillon’s body went rigid, but then went normal and turned around. As he did, the girls’ saw a dagger in his back. A second later, Terry and Stephen ran from behind Dillon. Dillon turned back around to face them as the four ran. He pulled the dagger out and walked after the last four. They got to the car and opened up the doors. Everyone got in except for Stephen who had troubles getting in. “My door’s locked!” he shouted. Terry reached over and unlocked it. Right as Dillon rammed the dagger down, Stephen jumped in the car. The dagger dug into his leg and the door closed. The car sped off as Dillon’s scythe dug into the door and was pulled back out. “Ahh!” Stephen pulled the dagger out of his leg and covered it with a rag that Danielle passed him. “What did we do wrong?” Terry asked. “I don’t think we were supposed to give him a sacrifice.” Jessie said. “By doing that, we gave him a taste for blood again.” While driving, Danielle asked. “So we can’t control him?” “No. “ “And we can’t kill him?” “No. He’s undead. A Zombie basically.” “Great!” Stephen complained from the back, his leg bleeding. “What did you get us into?” “Shut up!” I didn’t know this was going to happen.” “So now what?” Terry asked. “How do we stop him?” “Only two ways.” Danielle said. “I also know witchcraft. And first of all, what were you guys planning on doing with him?” “Just getting revenge on those who hurt us.” Jessie said. “There you go. You use Magic for evil and it’ll come back at you three fold. You did everything right, but that’s the bad luck we got , Dillon backfiring and coming after us.” “so, as I asked, how do we stop him?” Terry asked. “We find some spells and try to put him back to rest. A reverse spell if you will.” “You said two ways.” Stephen spoke up. “What’s the second?” “If he kills all of those who woke him up. The last being us.” Everyone was quiet. At the dance, there was a slow song and Chris and Scott were dancing. “So, what are you doing after the dance?” Scott asked. “Sleeping over at Danielle’s house.” “Cool.” Outside the school, Danielle screeched the car into the parking lot and got out, followed by Jessie, Terry, and a limping Stephen. “What are we doing?” Jessie roared. “Getting my friend and getting the hell out of here. Then we’ve got to get Steven to the hospital.” They walked across the lot to the school and tried to open the doors, but they wouldn’t open. On the doors were a sign: no admittance passed 10:00. “Damn.” Danielle yelled. “We’ve got to get in.” they started banging and kicking the door. Suddenly, a teacher came. “Sorry, you guys should have heard the announcement about doors locking at…” Danielle cut her off. “We’re not here to dance. Christine Daniels’ mother sent me over to get her. She said it was a dire emergency.” “Hang on.” The teacher closed the door. About five minutes later, Chris came to the door. “What?” Chris asked. “What did my mom want?” “nothing. But we have to leave.” “No! You’ve been jealous of me ever since I started going out with Scott and now you’ve come to brake us up.” “Chris, it’s not that. There’s a killer…” “Yeah sure. Guess you better hang out with your Goth friends more often.” She slammed the doors. “Hey!” Terry yelled out after her. “We need to get Stephen to the hospital.” “Yes. I would very much like that.” Stephen said. “so can we go now?” they head back to the car and leave. Dillon walked fast down the highway road, getting closer and closer to the city. In the distance, he could see the lights of the city. He heard a sound and stopped. He walked across the road and saw a man getting out of his car. “Hey kid.” The man said. “Halloween’s a nice night to get dressed up and all, and I’d hate for you to ruin you’re costume, but could you help me with my car. I’ve been having some trouble with it.” Dillon walked over to the open hood and held it open for the man. “Thanks.” The man bent in to fix something and Dillon slammed the hood down, braking the man’s back and killing him. He reached down into the tool box and took out a wrench and put it in his cloak. He picked up his scythe again and continued walking. It was a couple hours later and Danielle, Jessie, Terry, and Stephen were leaving the hospital. Steven had a cast on his leg and he used crutches. “Now what?” Jessie asked. “Now I drop everyone home and I go home.” “But what about Dillon?” Stephen asked. “We’ll worry about him tomorrow.” It’s a while later, and everyone was dropped off at their house. Danielle got home and her mother came to the door. “Honey, Christine called and said she couldn’t make it over tonight.” “fine.” Danielle snapped and marched to her room. After the dance, Scott was walking Chris home. “Oh crap!” Chris said. “We’ve got to go to Danielle’s house. I forgot she has my car.” “Alright. I’ll walk you there.” As they walked, Dillon watched from behind a building. As Chris said the name, Dillon’s body jerked for a second and stopped. He suddenly knew that the person they were going to go see was one that had helped waken him up. So he followed. As they neared Danielle’s house, Chris suggested “you should stay here. I’ll be right back.” “Sure.” They kissed and Chris walked across the street and around to the other side fo the house. Danielle was in here room trying to sleep. She heard the door bell and a few minutes later, her mom came up stairs. “Chris is at the door. She says she wants her car keys.” “They’re on the dresser.” Danielle said, sleepily. Her mom takes them and leaves. Danielle gets up and looks out her window. Chris came back around the corner, driving her car. “Hope in, Scott.” She said, but Scott wasn’t where she left him. “Scott?” she pulled her car over and got out. She went to where Scott used to be standing. “This isn’t funny!” She looked down and saw some blood. She followed the trail and next to the fence of another person’s backyard, Scott was dead, a wrench on the ground with blood on it. Suddenly, a guy wearing a Grim Reaper costume stepped out from around the fence and picked up the wrench. He threw it away and Chris breathed out. Nice Halloween prank, Scott, but let’s go!” Dillon broke off a piece of the fence. “Look out!” Chris turned around and saw Danielle up in her window. When she turned back around, Dillon rammed the piece of fence through her! “Nooooo!” Dillon looked up and also saw Danielle. She quickly shut the blinds and went back inside. Inside, Danielle got changed and ran out of her room and into her mothers. “Mom, we’ve got to leave.” She wasn’t in there. “Mom?” Danielle walked fast down the stairs, looking for her mom. “Mom?” she walked by the front door and saw it was open. “oh crap.” She whispered. She walked to the down stairs bathroom and went in. her mom was laying in a tub full of water, her throat slit, the water mixed with blood. “Mom! Noooooo!” she screamed. The door closed behind her. And she whipped around and saw Dillon standing there with his scythe. “I didn’t even want to bring a screw head like you back to life anyway!” she yelled at him. She kicked him in the nuts, but nothing happened. He jumped at her and she dodged, Dillon falling into the tub of water. Danielle opened the door and ran out. She ran out of the house and across the street to Christine’s car. She got in just as Grim Reaper also known as Dillon walked out of the house and towards her. Danielle hopped in, but saw the keys weren’t there. “She jumped out and went over to Chris body, searched the pockets and got the keys. When she looked up, Dillon was just a couple feet away. He swung the scythe down just as Danielle moved, digging the blade into the ground. She ran back to the car and started it up. Dillon swung his scythe, putting another dent in the car. Danielle drove off, Dillon’s scythe stuck in the door. After a couple seconds it fell loose and Dillon walked over and picked it up. Dillon walked right into the middle of a busy street, cars honking their horns and swearing. He crossed the street and passed by a couple stores and business buildings. He saw the car he was after, parked not far away. Danielle ran back to her car. She know had Jessie, and Terry and were going to get Steven, when Jessie screamed. They looked and Dillon was in the car! They slammed the door just as he swung his scythe and they ran. Dillon opened the door and climbed out, going after them. “In there!” Jessie shouted. They ran into an office building and were hit by the bright lights. As Dillon followed them in, they ran up a flight of stairs and got to the desk clerk person. “Excuse me.” Said the clerk. “But you’re not allowed in here.” “There’s a killer after us!” Jessie said. “It’s Halloween. Lay off the pranks.” “We’re not joking.” Jessie yelled. Then the scythe smashed through the glass and dug into the clerk’s head, blood hitting the wall. “No!” Danielle yelled. They ran down the hall, Dillon walking after them, his scythe sideways in both hands. As they were running, Jessie spoke up. “I was doing some research and I found out how to do the reverse spell.” “How?” Terry asked. “I’ll tell you guys later. It’s hard to describe. The only thing on the list that we don’t have is a wiz. We need the blood of a really smart person. None of us are that good at school.” “Hey!” Danielle shot back. “Hey, it’s the truth isn’t it?” Danielle shrugged. “So who?” Terry asked. “I know!” Danielle shouted. “Marcus from school.” They stop to catch their breaths and look around. They find themselves in a hall with a bunch of empty offices. They look behind and no one is there. They look forward and the door for the emergency stair case opened as Dillon walked up to their floor. “Run!” they turn and run. As they do, Terry turned to sharply and slipped, hitting his head off the wall and falling. He looked up to cry for help, but Danielle and Jessie were already gone. He felt a sharp pain in his back. Danielle and Jessie were at the main doors when the realised Terry wasn’t with them. “Dillon must of got him!” Jessie said. They leave the doors and wait on the sidewalk to catch their breaths. Suddenly, they hear a crash as Terry’s body flew through the window on the doors and onto the sidewalk next to them. The two girls’ run again. From across the street, two old people were watching. “Look, Martha,” the old man said. “A Halloween show! This is so exciting!” “I love it and all,” Martha admitted, “But it doesn’t have to be so violent. If some little kids saw it, they might think it was real!” they continue to walk away as Grim Reaper walked the opposite direction on the other side of the street. They got to the car, but there was steam coming from the engine. Danielle popped the hood and saw the engine ripped apart. “He must of destroyed the engine back when he was waiting for us in the car when we came to get you.” ‘Then screw driving,” Jessie yelled. She saw Dillon get closer. “And let’s run!” Danielle saw it too and the two of them ran away. Marcus was in his room, watching Star Trek. He was in his pyjama’s(Yes, P.J.’s, not boxers). “This way.” Jessie urged. They went down a back ally and left it just as Dillon walked down it. Before Dillon got to the end, he heard someone shout out a very bad word at him and turned around. A street punk was looking at him, knife out. “Yeah, I was talking to you!” said the punk. Dillon moved closer. “Yeah. Shed that damn costume and give me all your money.” Dillon dropped his scythe and as he got really close, the punk stabbed him with the knife. Dillon just lifted his hands and put them on the sides of the punk’s head, crushing it. After a few seconds, the punk was dead and Dillon dropped the body. He picked up his weapon and continued with stalking his prey. Marcus was watching the end credits to Star Trek when he heard a thump at his window. “Maybe it’s the Klingon Federation come to take me away!” he went to his window. “Take me a…” before he could finish, a rock hit him in the head. “Sorry!” Jessie shouted. “What do you guys want?” Marcus yelled back down. “Come to the door. And hurry.” Danielle ordered. He did that. “We need your help. Come with us.” Jessie dragged him from his house and closed his door. “Hey!” “We need you’re help.” Danielle said. They brought him to another ally behind Jessie’s house, where she had her witchcraft stuff hidden. She got out all the stuff she needed. “Are you guys going to do an evil spell on me?” Marcus asked, scared. “No.” Danielle answered. “We need a drop of your blood.” “Hold it. No way. That hurts.” “Marcus?” Jessie asked. He turned around and she grabbed his hand and pricked it with a needle. A drop of blood came out and she put a small cup under it to catch it. “Ow! That hurt!” his eyes went a little red as he sucked his finger. “Oh shut up.” Danielle got a cauldron up on an upside down garbage can and started adding ingredients Jessie put the drop of blood in it and went around a corner. “Where’s she going?” Danielle asked. Then Jessie came back with scorching hot water. Jessie answered, “I went to my house and got boiling water, since we can’t boil it in the cauldron. She poured the water into the mixture of stuff and started stirring. “How do we kill Dillon with it?” Danielle asked. “You’re killing someone?” Marcus yelled. “It’s not what you think.” Jessie said. “Oh it’s not?” he began backing up. “Just leave me alone!” he turned around and hit someone. He looked up and saw the person wearing a Halloween Grim Reaper costume. “Sorry.” Marcus apologised. Before he could move anywhere, Dillon swung the scythe, digging it into his side. He fell down and Dillon kept bringing the scythe blade down and up, down, and up. The two girls screamed as Dillon looked up at them. He started walking towards them as they backed up. Dillon brought his scythe up and knocked over the cauldron and all the stuff spilled all over the ally floor. “Now what?” Danielle asked. “Now we run!” Jessie said. They turned to run, but before they got anywhere, Dillon rammed his scythe down into Jessie’s arm and flung her around to face him. He took the scythe out and rammed it into her chest. Blood came from her mouth as she fell down. “Leave us alone!” Danielle screamed. Then she remembered. Only two more left to die then Dillon would be at peace and would go back to his grave. The last two are her and Steven. She wasn’t about to let Dillon kill either of them. “Ahhhhh!” she ran at Dillon, and she hit him, knocking him back a little, but not very much. He rammed the scythe down into her chest, but she blocked with her arm and the scythe went all the way through her arm! “Ahhhhh!” she kicked him and as he moved back, the scythe came out of her arm. She reached down and picked up the witch dagger that Jessie had among her other witch things. She noticed that some of the stuff they had been mixing up, when Dillon spilled it, some of it got to the tip of the dagger. She lifted it and jumped through the air. Dillon rose his scythe and she got impaled on it. She brought the dagger down. And it went into his shoulder. He dropped his weapon with Danielle on it which clashed to the ground. His body started jerking and he also fell to the ground. He tried crawling, but didn’t make it far. He suddenly went still. Then the ground slowly opened up with a cracking sound and Dillon fell into the hole. The ground went back to normal, with only a small crack to show anything ever happened. But in a city, what’s another crack in the road? “Honey look!” the old people from before walked by the ally and saw Danielle there. She was rushed to the hospital for intensive care. While she was there, her dad had got home and went to see her. He was told by the cops that were his house, taking his dead wife away. He got to the hospital and found her room. At the moment she was asleep. “How is she doctor?” he asked. “Right now she’s in a lot of pain, but I think she’ll be alright. She’ll probily be able to go home in a month. Now for the next while, she’ll barely be able to move but she’s lucky the scythe missed all her vital organs and spin.” “That’s good.” The father walked over to where Danielle slept and brushed her hair back. THE END SCHOOL DAY RESURRECTION Copyright, April, 2001, JEFF LONG |