The Hunt

Chapter Five

Demons & Reality

A demon? Wow I must be crazy. It’s been a week since I went to the library where the computer says I’m being followed by a demon. I didn’t even think demons were real. Well, I figured they were real in a way. But not that they could manifest and attack people. I also found out they could appear in dreams. I spend many nights afraid to go to  sleep. Afraid she will be there waiting for me. So now setting in Algebra 2 I’m functioning on three cups of coffee, a Monster, and fear. I don’t even know what the teacher is talking about. I am so tired all I want to do is sleep. I look like I slept in a garbage can last night.  That would be an improvement. At least it would be sleep, I think.

“Mr. Fox quit day dreaming and do your work.” Mr. Anderson says to me. I hadn’t even realized I was staring out the big glass windows at the parking lot below. In reality I hadn’t been looking at the parking lot but beyond it. I was day dreaming. Except not the nice happy ones like boy get girl. Mine were more like boy meets blood thirsty demon. “Josef, either work or leave.”  Mr. Anderson said. “Okay” I said then got up and left.

I waited for Kay outside on the steps. The bell rung and Eric came out and seen my. Great, I thought. “Joey, dude, what the heck. Mr. Anderson wasn’t being serious! He’s going to…I don’t know suspend you or something,” he said setting on the step by me. “ I don’t care,” I shrugged.” He waved my off and left.  Where’s Kay at?  After waiting for a while I went back into the building. I looked in here last block room and by her locker. Only place I didn’t look was the girls room.  I am NOT going in there!  So I waited outside. After about fifteen minutes she came out She wasn’t alone. A girl followed her out blonde curls bouncing with glee. “Kay,” she squealed, “I love talking to you. You don’t talk but you listen so well!” I thought about running, but then Kay seen me and waved. Amy looked up and said, “Well hello Joey.”

            In the back of my mind I heard the high pitch noise. Kay’s eyes got wide and her smile turning in to a frown told me she heard it to. Amy just stood there smirking looking at me like I was a freak. That’s when I realized the scream was coming from me. Goosebumps had sprouted up both my arms, and I ran. I didn’t quit running until I was around the corner and well away. She won’t hurt Kay it would bring to much attention to her,  I thought. At least I hoped I was right. I squatted on the side walk and tried to calm down and cool off. Eventually Kay came around the corner. Looked at her embarrassed. “Sorry about that Kay.” She  just looked at me and helped me up. We continued out walk home.

            We got home just in time for dinner. “Where have you to been!” grandma yelled, “ I have been worried sick about you two! I almost called the police!” We had gotten home three hours late. Grandma was furious and in result we were both grounded till further notice. Or until we turn eighteen, whichever came first.  “ Okay whatever you say.” I said. “Josef for once in your life learn from Kayla and shut you god given devil controlled tongue!” God give Devil controlled tongue? I thought, That’s a new one.  I was mad now. No one made fun of Kay for any reason.  “Shut up. Leave her out of you stupid examples.” I said. “Go to you room, now.” I got up and walked away, up the stair and slammed my door so hard my hand bounced off of it. “ God I hate this darn house.”  I lay there looking out the window before sleep came over me.

            I woke up around nine. I had heard someone come in or so I thought. I looked around, and I was alone. Or so I thought. “Joey, you were very rude today. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.”  My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do.  This can’t be happening. It’s just a dream.  “ Oh no, Joey this isn’t just a dream.”  She was suddenly in front of me with her hand over my mouth. “Joey let’s talk.” I couldn’t breath.  She’s going to kill me. I hope it fast!  Just then Kay walked in. I don’t know if she saw Amy but she paused for a minute confused. I must have fainted before the seizer started because everything went black. The last thing I remember was a confused Kay screaming at the top of her lungs, “NO! JOEY! HELP!” My last coherent thought was,  She spoke.

The Hunt

Chapter Four

Ebony

September 20, 2011

            “Joey!” my grandmother yelled, “this is the fifth time I’ve hollered for you. Can’t hear me?”

“Huh? Oh sorry Grand ma, I’m just tired. What did you say again?” I asked. I haven’t gotten more than a few hours of sleep these past few days. Every night I have been plagued with nightmare where the ebony eyed girl started to approach me only to get inches away before disappearing. I wake up in the dark, panic and fear running hot through my veins. The clock says 3:36 AM.  It’s gotten worse though, last night I dreamed I was standing in the hall when she materialized behind me. She wrapped her icy fingers around my throat I couldn’t breathe, and I screamed for help. No one came and I felt myself slipping away. I was about to give in to the rising darkness when I woke up mouth open in a silent scream for help. My hands went straight to my neck. Just a dream. I got up and ran cool water over my neck in shower. When I turned it off the neck of my shirt was soak and cold. But it felt so good. I went downstairs to get a drink of water. I was about to head off to bed when I heard my bedroom door close. On its own. Terrified I ran to the living room and sat on the couch. Unable to sleep I watched TV for the rest of the night until Kay got up.

Kay’s usually the first person up so seeing me up shocked her in a way. Though I’m sure she’s heard the scream and whimpers I’m sure I make during the night. Her room is right next to mine and I often hear her tap the walls a night when I wake up screaming. At least I hope it Kay tapping.  She inclines her head and looks at me. “Morning, Kay,” I croak and offer a weak smile. She gives me a look that seems to say what’s wrong ? Concern is written on her face. “It’s a long story.” She just shrugs, getting that I don’t wanna talk about it goes to the kitchen for breakfast.

“Joey!” Grandma yells,”that’s it I’m calling a doctor clearly something is wrong with you.”

“No! Nothing is wrong I’m just stressed! Just LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream and run up stairs slamming my door. I set on my bed. What the heck? I NEVER yell at grand ma. What’s happening to me?  I’m convinced I’m going crazy, that’s it. All the stress of this black eyed girl has finally cracked me. I lay down exhausted and fall asleep.

            I’m setting in class. Only I’m the only one there. I get up to leave, but the door is locked and won’t open. “Oh, Joey leaving so soon?” I hear a voice behind me say. I spun around. Oh, no. I’m trapped.  There she is, standing by the window. “Joey, come on now, where do you think your gonna go?” She asked.  She was walking closer to me trailing her hands over the desk as she did. Her black eyes locked with mine. “No, where.” I choke out. She’s right on top of me now. Here fingers trace the Amer. Eagle logo on my shirt. She leaning I closer to me now . “No! Get off me NOW!” I try to push her away but she’s to strong. “Don’t struggle Hun, it’s such a turn off.” She says, her mouth getting closer to mine, her golden curls almost brushing my cheeks. I’m squirming now, turning away from her. It’s almost like being pinned to a wall by a bull dozer. Her lips are inches away from mine. Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

             I wake up with start. I jump up so fast I fall off the bed and land on my side. The breath is knocked out of me and my lungs scream for air. I just lay there. The dream is still fresh in my mind. I can smell her jasmine perfume. Under that is the smell of sulfur and rotten eggs.  I can still smell it, which scares me. On the floor, wedged between the bed and nightstand, I don’t have a good view of my room. I’m afraid to get up because I’m worried she will be in my room.  Waiting for me to run in to her wicked claws and play her twisted game. I lay there for a while. It’s dark out when I get up go down stairs.Kay’s setting at the table with a spare plate of dinner. She must be waiting for me. “Kay you could have went to bed or whatever you wanted to do.” I grabbed the plate and she just sat there looking at me. I smell the delicious food. Ham and cheese potaoes with a side of green beans. I suddenly realize the last time I ate was yesterday. All I ate then thought was a sandwich. I finish my plate at about 9:15. “Kay go to bed. Ok?”She looks at me worried. We had a stare off for a few moments then she got up and walke away patting my arm as she passed me. “Night,” I whispered.

                                                            September 21, 2011

            I went to the library early in the morning. I hadn’t had any dreams last night, but I woke up early. I went to the library and requested the a computer. “Go to the third one and put in this code. She handed me a piece of paper with the code JJU530FI4. I got on Google and searched ; Black eyes, sulfur odor. I got 65,000 results. I read several links and by the time I was finished I was on the verge of tears. 

            I walked to the front desk and handed her the paper. I walked home and tried to pull myself together. I was shaking and scared. I tried to block the images of her and the pictures I seen online. I knew the moment I seen the results. It was true. No matter how much I tried to deny it I knew what she was and that she wasn’t going to leave me alone. I was her target and she wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon. I was the target of an evil many thought didn’t exist. I was the target of a demon. I was on the verge of a break down. 

The Hunt

Chapter Three

West Carlton High

           

           

            West Carlton High was a big school in Morgantown, West Virginia. It was a three story brick building. It towered over the campus flag pole. The school had an open campus. Most people would have mistaken it for a college had they never lived in the area. Nearly one thousand students went there. The students quite liked the school. Classes started at nine and ended at three. At noon students had permission to leave the school, as long as they were back by fifteen till. But there were things at the school, clubs organizations seemed hidden from the rest of the students. Only members knew of them, and only way to get in was to be invited, as I was soon to learn.

                                                            September 5, 2011

           Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzzzz!

I hit the snooze button on the alarm.  Five more minutes won’t hurt, I thought rolling over. Ya, right, I hit the snooze button three more times before getting up. I’m going to be late on my first day, great, I thought and sighed.  I went to my closet and got a pair of black faded jeans and black button up shirt with thin white stripes running down it. I grabbed some black socks, and hurried down stairs.

I see Kay has beaten me up. I did something I hadn’t done in years. Since we were both in middle school. I ruffled her perfectly straight hair, and said “morning Kay.” I realized after I did it she looked at me like a grew a second head, but said nothing. I sat down slightly embarrassed.  Oh well, I thought. We ate our breakfast in silence. “Okay, the bus comes by the end of the street around eight fifteen. So you still have twenty minutes. I’d suggest you leave around eight,” Grandma said.

 I put on my white tennis shoes, grabbed my bag, and went out the door. Kay followed shortly after, she was wearing a light blue shirt, jeans, and had her silver purse over her shoulder. I waited for her to catch up. “Ready Kay,” I inquired. She simply nodded her head and kept walking.

We didn’t have to wait long before the packed buss pulled up and opened its door. The driver was an older thin man. He seemed oblivious to the noise of the students behind him. I got on the bus and sat in the third seat. Kay sat across from me in the other seat staring out the window.

“Dude, is that your sister?” I turned around to see a boy in a football jersey talking to me. He was blonde and he had a summers tan. Ya and your point is…  I wanted to say, but all I did was nod. “She’s kinda hot.”  This caught me off guard, what he say.  Ever since lost our parents I was protective of  Kay. I eyed him suspiciously and said “excuse me?” , but he was to distracted with looking at Kay to notice what I said.  Great, this is the last thing I needed, a horny guy chasing my baby sister.  Then I realized I hadn’t thought of Kay as my baby sister in a while. Geez what was happening to me. I was so lost in thought by the time we got to the school that I almost forgot to get off. Sticking close to Kay we made our way to the main office.

The secretary was a pudgy older woman, with copper hair and pointed glasses. “Um, excuse me?”

“Yes, can I help you?” She said with a raspy voice.  “Uh were new here.”

“You and every other freshman in the area.” She said dismissively; just go to your homeroom.

“No, no, no, we need to enroll we just moved here”

“Oh. Names?”

“Josef and Kayla Fox,” I said.

“Right okay your grandmother called and enrolled you Friday .OK?”

I nodded.  Now what?  As if she heard me she said, “Josef Fox, Homeroom Martin room 613, Kayla Fox, Homeroom Ricarma  Room 325.”

We walked out of the office, and I turned to Kay and said, “If you need me for anything text me. Okay?” She nodded and walked away.

I walked in to my homeroom a little late. The blonde jock gestured for me to come set by him surprisingly. I told the teacher why I was late and sat down. The teacher called roll, “Calla Allen, Lisa Broaden, Mark Byron….” I learned that the blonde jocks name was Eric Harman. He kept talking to me asking me questions on who I was, where I was from, and what my classes were. By the time class ended I was slightly irritated and ready to get away from him. I walked down the hall thinking to myself, what’s he playing at. I hope this isn’t an attempt to get to Kay by me.  I went to my locker which was on the second floor. I, like almost all juniors, had gym next.

The gym was hot and stuffy. “Josef, My man! What’s up?!”  Ugh not again!

 I turned to see Eric coming to towards me with what I guess were fellow jocks and friends of his.  “Hey” I said, “oh and it uh, Joey.” “Ah, whatever man. No harm, no foul.” “Come sit coach is coming,” he said waving his hand toward the bleachers.

“Good Morning students. Its, for most of you,” he said gazing at a few seniors, ” junior year. So with that being said I expect you to act like juniors. Understood? Yes, good. Now for gym class you will need shorts and a tee shirt. You can also use sweat pants if you prefer.” He said. Now before I continue for those of you new birds my name is Coach, not Mr, Coach Lawrence. Anyway if you forget your cloths you set out and do written work. If you have a problem with that, well get over it and tell someone who actually cares.” He went on talking about runs and activities we would do, who had to set where in gym. Boy sat on the left, girls on the right etc.

After gym I went to my locker. The hall didn’t have that many people in it when I got there, and by the time I was ready to go to class there was only one other person in the halls. She was junior as well. Pretty too, she was slender and had bleached blond wavy hair. She was wearing a ruffled pink shirt and white wash jeans. She turned to look at me and my heart froze when her eyes met mine. It wasn’t because of her breath-taking beauty. Her eyes where pitch black. I blinked thinking I was seeing things. No her eyes were black! It looked as though her pupil covered her whole eye on each side. She began to smile a sinister smile and started slowly approaching me. Fear shot up my spine.

“Amy there you are,” a tall red headed boy said from down the hall behind her. She stopped and frown as she cocked her head slightly toward him. She gave me a smug look and her eyes returned to a normal state of hazel. The red headed boy put his hand on her shoulder and gave me threating look that seemed to say, back off. Not a problem, dude,  I thought shutting my locker. She continued to stare at me as I walked away. I was relieved to no longer feel her eyes on my back as turned the corner, and was out of her vision.  I went to the rest of my classes, but all I could think of was the black eyed girl with the evil smile.  Who was she, what was she, and why was she looking at me. I was so lost in thought I didn’t even notice the bell had rung until the other students had gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The Hunt

Chapter Two

The Day After

June 16, 2011

I woke up to Kay’s hysterical banging on my bedroom door.  What does she want now?  “Joey! Turn on the TV,” Kay sobbed.  Wait, she’s crying. Oh no, what happened? I sat up and looked around. The clock said 7:54 A.M. My mind was still foggy, and my feet felt like they were made of lead. “What’s wrong Kay,” I asked opening my door. Kay leaned against the wall holding her hand across her stomach as though she was sick.

“Look,” she said handing me the paper. It was today’s copy of The Village Herald. My heart dropped to my feet. The headline Plane Crash.  No, no, no. This can’t be happening.  I frantically read the article.  I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was reading it, but my mind refused to accept it.  No survivors what’s it mean no survivors, there has to be survivors. I hadn’t realized how hard I was clutching the paper till I felt my knuckles cracked. The swayed beneath me.  “Joey!” Kay said alarmed. I felt the world slipping away. Little black sparks danced around the corners of my vision. The floor rushed up to meet me on my way to oblivion.

                                                            Three Months Later

                           September 3, 2011

  So after four foster homes, and two separations, Kay and I ended up in the loving custody of our grandparents in West Virginia. Joshua and Mellisa, Sparks, lived in a decent house in the country. It was a two story beige house with white shuttered windows and a cobble stone drive way. The house was cozy on the inside with old timey feel. A small Sharp TV sat on a black stand by the door. They even had an old record player. The walls were the same beige color as the exterior. All the furniture was white and the stands and tables black. A wood fire place made of smooth stones sat in the back of the living room, an old family portrait of his grandparents, his mom, and her siblings, was perched above it.

Kay and I arrived here maybe two weeks ago give or take a few days. My personality was cold and sullen towards everyone I met. The other people I stayed with often left me to my dark and dreary room to ponder my thoughts in peace. This usually was after vain attempts to cheer me up and make a connection. Kay, who was usually chattering and laughing, hadn’t said a word since the funeral. Mom and Dad lay there cold and lifeless. They were almost like strangers. It was the first time either of us had been to a funeral and we just sat there staring absent mindedly at the preacher and the coffins.  Kay’s personality was no longer warm and bubbly, but bleak and her mind seemed barren and thoughtless. I’m sure she’s somewhere in this shell of a person. She’s buried herself deep inside her mind one of my foster parents had said she’ll be ok in a few weeks. Time heals all wounds. Well,  snorted I in my mind, theses wounds will never heal. To be honest I was quite tired of people trying to interact with me all I wanted was to be left alone.

After a few weeks though, I slowly rejoined the human race little by little. Thought I was still sullen I wasn’t detached from humanity any longer. Now school was staring soon and we’ve yet to do anything to prepare for it. I’ve always loathed school shopping. When we’d go before Kay was always talking non-stop about the ‘cute boy at the pretzel stand’ , or my ‘ annoying smirk that I always seemed to wear on my face when she’s talking’.  However as much as I hated it, I felt like I needed to do it. My life has been a whirlwind of chaos theses last months I needed some sort of normality.

“Hey grandma, when are we going school shopping. School starts Monday.” I asked

“I thought you hated school shopping Joey,” she teased. She knew I hated it since when she first brought it up I told her that it was pointless to think about the torture of school so early in the summer.

“I do, but Mondays only days away in case you forget,”  I said wryly.

“Okay, Joey we’ll go tomorrow,” she said, “now go get ready for dinner.”

                                     

                                                         September 4, 2011

We walked around WalJMart for hours. Looking at notebooks, pens, pencils, binders, and clothes.  Purses, skirts, jeans, blouses, and dresses for Kay; book bags, jeans, tee shirts, and sneakers for me. We finally checked out and went to a Jay Rays Diner.  I ordered a hamburger with everything and fries. Kay got a salad. When our food came she picked through it and sipped her water silently, staring off in to space as usual. We finished our meals and went home. After we put our bag together and put our clothes away grandma called us down to dinner. She made a wonderful meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob. “That was amazing grandma,” I commented. I was really making an effort to be normal now. At least not as lonely and cold.  After dinner we had apple pie and ice cream. I finished my pie and went upstairs to take a shower. In the weeks following my parent’s death, my only safe haven had been the shower. It was the only place I could get any privacy. I was on like suicide watch or something.  Now I stand here letting the hot water run down my natural curls. Thinking about –of all things- my hair being jet black and naturally curly, unlike the rest of my family who had straight light blonde or brown hair. I usually kept my hair kind of short. It was long enough to curl above and around the tips of my ears. Now it was getting long, too long.  I shall have to have it cut soon I thought running my fingers through the dark curls that nearly swept over and covered my eyes as I leaned against the red tile wall. A knock on the door told me that someone was tired of waiting for me. “I’ll be out in a minute,” I said turning off the water. I dried of and got dressed. Kayla Stood outside the door impatiently tapping her foot staring at me, almost through me. “Sorry,” I mumbled. She just shrugged and pushed past me closing the white door in my face. I was worried about her. I went to bed thinking about how troubled Kay was and how selfish I had been toward her. After the death I was rude and cruel to Kay. I never even thought how she was dealing it. When finally occurred to me how far gone she was it was too late to do anything to help her. I fell into a light, uneasy, and dreamless sleep.

The Hunt

Chapter 1

In The Beginning

            In the beginning my life was normal. I had everything a kid could ask for, but like other teenagers I hated my life, my parents, my curfew, and little sister Kayla.  I loathed North Bridge high school and most of the people in it.  Well now those are the things I miss most of all. It took three months for me to lose all that.  I’m Josef Fox. Most people call me Joey. My life was picture perfect until June.

            3 Months Earlier ( June 15,2011)

            “Joey, get up!” 

Leave me alone,  I thought as I heard my mom yell for me. It was the day before her and dads twenty-fifth anniversary. Their big trip to Cabot, Mexico.  I  however am stuck watching my little sister Kayla. Every since she was born fifteen years ago she had been a pain. A thorn stuck in my side.
   “Joey, come on, get up you have to watch Kay,”  Mom yelled up the stairs.

“ I don’t need him to watch me Mom I’m fifteen. For Pete’s sake.” Kay snapped. “ I can watch myself.”

That’s what I’m talking about, Joey thought,  why are they making ME watch HER.  Joey got up put on a pair of American Eagle jean the were thrown over the chair by his door. Where’d I put my shirt? I know it was right here.  Joey looked behind the chair for the shirt he’d put there last night.

  “Josef Arndrew Fox, don’t you here your mom calling you?” My dad said outside my room.

  Joey rolled his eyes, oh for the love of…” yes Dad I heard her.”

“Well get down here. We have to be at the airport  by noon Joey and we need you to watch Kay.”

Joey opened his door and the light spilled in to his dark room, illuminating the piles of dirty clothes, empty chip bags and pop cans on his floor. “ Joey, seriously look at this room. I want it cleaned before we get back or else.”

“Ok Dad, whatever I’ll clean it.” Joey said impatiently tapping his foot.  Go away, please.  
Dad shook his head, “Ok just.. finish getting dressed and get down here.” He walked away, still shaking his head.

Joey found another shirt went down to the living room. Their luggage was sitting by the door. Mom was wearing khaki capris and a bright blue tank top . She had an over-sized sombrero that sat neatly on top of her wheat colored hair. She was also wearing big round sunglasses that covered her emerald green eyes. Same eyes as Joey. Many people say Joey looked like his mom. Same green eyes, high cheek bones, and pointy chin. Kay  looked like a female copy of their dad.  Light brown hair, naturally straight, aqua eyes, round face. Mom, Dad and Kay all have Ivory skin. Joey, thought very similar to his mom, had midnight black hair with navy undertones, and a natural tan beige skin tone.

“Joey hun I’ve been calling you for ten minutes straight, where were you.?” Joeys mom said crossing her arms smiling.

“Sleeping mom sleeping. It’s summer remember?” Joey said sarcastically, flopping down on the black leather couch.   

“Yes,” she said almost giggling, mocking his sarcasm” I know  it’s summer, but you need to watch Kay remember?”

“Why can’t she watch her self?” Joey was getting impatient.

“ Because I said so “  she said. Dad came in and took the luggage to the car. “Ready babe,” he said wrapping his arms around her, kissing her cheek. She giggled and turned to kiss him.

“Hey hey hey kids in room you two,”  Kay complained as she entered the room.

“Okay, okay. Well time to go then. Kayla be good to Joey and Joey vise versa. If you need anything number to the hotels on the fridge. Love you, see  ya’ll when we get back . Be careful.” Mom said as she walked out the door.

I don’t know why but I stood up” Um, wait mom “ I hugged her. “I love you.”  I couldn’t remember the last time I hugged my mom.  Kay and I stood on the front stoop and waved goodbye and they drove off .

The Village Hearald

June 16,2012

Late last night flight 236;Austin, Texas to Cabot, Mexico; Went down just 40 minutes into the flight. It crashed into the Gulf of Mexico at 4:40pm. Officials have yet to locate the black box redorder or survivors. As of now the death toll is believed to be at 476 people. On scene officers say they believe every on the plane perished in the crash.

    

  Looking back now I’m glad I gave her that hug. It was after all the last chance I’d get.

The Hunt

   What would you do if in the period of three months  you entire world came crashing down around you? If you lost everything you cared about? If you learned the truth about the world around you, about what happend in dark and what really goes bump in the night? Thats what happened to me. My names Josef Fox, my parents went on a trip to Mexico and never came back. My sister Kayla and I are now living with our grandparents in West Virgina, but thats not all. I met these new people at school. They're trying to tell me that monsters are real. Worst part? I'm starting to believe them.

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