Josh stood up from the bench to confront the motorcycle drivers. The one that was leading the “pack” a few minutes before hopped off of his cycle and was strutting over to Josh. “Where is she?” he asked with a gruff voice. He took off his helmet and I knew why Josh said “Oh no.” He was a little bit taller than Josh, and a couple years older. The tight shirt under his cliche leather jacket emphasized his muscles making him even more threatening and he was blatantly irritated, but he was trying to pass it on as angry or powerful. I’m not paying attention to this, though; what’s scaring me most of all about him is his auburn hair.
“I don’t know,” Josh said, straightening his back. “We passed her on the way over here. I--” I’m stricken with deja-vu and I realize that this is just like my, well, fight with J.D. this morning. I really don’t like where this is going; if this is who I think this is, then Josh is in a very dangerous situation.
Taking a deep breath, I step forward. “She isn’t our responsibility.” I know that was gutsy, but why is Josh giving me that look? Before I look away, he mouths, “Are you insane?” But I continue, “If you’re so worried, why don’t you go look for her yourself?” Crap, he turned toward me and I suddenly realize how much bigger he is. I try to keep a straight face, but he’s really freaking intimidating.
“Alright you little faggot, if I was stupid enough to think that my sister was this douche’s responsibility, he’d be the one draggin her ass over right now. I just want to know where the brat is.” From the corner of my eye, I see him tighten his fists, but I shake the fear off.
Suddenly, a fist flies in to meet his cheek. The blow barely moved him, but he still looks momentarily in shock. He turns toward Josh, who raised his fist again. “Don’t call him a faggot, Jean.” I knew it, this is J.D.’s demon brother, Jonathan. I’ve never met him; J.D. hates him. Jon raises is fist and I feel my eyes widen as I realize what’s about to happen.
“Wait!” We all turn to see where the voice came from. J.D. was running down the street to meet us. “I’m right here Jon!” Her cheeks are a light shade of pink from the run, and her perfect hair is windswept as she steps toward Jonathan. One of the other motorcyclists, who had all been watching the scene with interest, got up and placed his hand on her arm. “Get off!” she said, pushing his arm off. “Why the hell didn’t you pick me up? You just couldn’t pass up the chance to waste your time with them?” Her arm flew up as she gestured her arm toward Josh, Ash, and I.
Ash who had been quiet the whole time, stepped up, looking slightly offended. “Yeah, why did you come over here? We’re just minding our own business and you four show up….” At this another one of the cyclists coughs something about going for lunch, but it’s obvious they just don’t want to get involved.
“Whatever,” Jon muttered back to him.
I gasp causing the three guys and J.D. to turn toward me; it’s my brother! I take off and as I run, I yell, “It’s Charlie!” and I hear all of them behind me:
“Hey, we’re not done!”
But their voices matter the least to me as I follow the back that belongs to the only voice I’m listening for right now. “Charles!” I yell his name as I take a familiar path down Maple Ave. I lead us all to the cemetery, where Charlie stops in front of the gates again. This time he reaches out and pushes the gate open. EEEEEEEK! The old gates slowly and loudly groaned to the pressure as Charlie walks, well it’s more of a drift into the cemetery.
“What the hell just happened? Does she have psychic powers of something?”
“What’s going on?”
The Jeans were freaking out and I remember no one else can see Charlie. Josh just looked curious because he knew, but Ash didn’t say anything he just looked interested. I step into the cemetery and turn back around to say, “I have no idea what’s going on but you might be wasting your time.” I hoped I sounded convincing, nevertheless everyone was too interested to back out now. I continue into the cemetery and go to Charlie’s grave. Taking a deep breath I crouch down and put my hand on the gravestone.
“We should probably go, Jon; this place gives me the creeps.” As soon as the words left J.D.’s mouth the ground began to shake. On instinct, I stand up and take a few steps back, and I’m glad I did! Right in front of the gravestone, a hole begins to form. I begin to panic as the hole rapidly grows and the ground shakes harder and more violently.
“What is going on?” I here Ash yell, voice full of panic.
“I don’t know,” I yell back. I feel a strong tug on my collar as Josh pulls me back, saving me from plunging into the pit. I gently shake him off and take a step closer to look into the hole. It’s too dark to make anything out, but something’s telling me I have to jump. “I think I need to go down there.” I say to Josh.
“Are you insane? That’s suicide! You can’t just jump into a random black hole! We have no idea where it goes! For all we know, you could get stuck down there and die of hunger or something!”
“Josh, calm down.” I put my hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring look. “I just have to go down there.” I know it. Then, I turn, take another deep breath, and jump.