Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 15

 Sleep was finally possible, as strange as the situation was. Waking up, I had finally managed to calm myself down.

"I need to get back to my body," I mumbled, stretching my arms. I felt weakened, and still tired.

"Ya' finally woke up," Arty spoke. I was laying on the ground, still surrounded by darkness.

"The only way to get out of here is through Jerry, so until he wants you-" Cammy began to say

In that instant, I was surrounded by a bright glow. My eyes were closed for a brief moment, as my heart began to race. When I woke up, I was in Hayesville again.

"There she is, pretty comfy in there, isn't it?" Jerry asked, towering over me. I flung myself from his presence, running into the Mustang. We were outside of my trailer.

"Someone is going to see you," I hissed. I was back in my body.

"What are y'all gonna do, call the police?" Arty mocked. Sensing my phone in my back pocket, I realized trying to call Sheriff Lund was a pretty reasonable option.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"I had to get rid of you for a bit so I could get out of your trailer, and now, we're going to continue the little streak goin' on, starting with your friends," Jerry replied, tugging on his overall strap.

"What?" I breathed, getting to my feet. I was blocked on both sides by Ozzie and Gus, who were both covered in blood. I looked around, hoping one of the neighbors was seeing this. It was just my luck the street lights by my trailer had burned out years ago.

"I suppose it's relieving to know you and Willy didn't go on any joyrides in that Mustang of yours, 'cause that'd make possessing him a little more awkward,'' Jerry started. I narrowed my eyes in confusion, "I can't grip the steering wheel with these hands, so you are gonna be the designated driver for tonight,"

"I sure as hell am not," I retorted, crossing my arms, "I may hate it here, but I'm not about to help you go out on a killing spree,"

"It's not like everyone wasn't expecting it eventually. Plus, your little Aaron might be able to fight for your freeing,"

"Don't touch my friends,"

"I like how you call them your friends, when they really treat you like garbage,"

Jerry had a point, but I wasn't about to tell him that. "I can see by the look on your face you agree with me,"

"You'll have to go through me before you hurt anyone else,"

"I think you're forgetting that I have complete control over you, thanks to Luke. The whole process is a bit confusing, so I'll spare you the details. Now, get in the truck and drive,"

Jerry pointed to my neighbor, Mr. McMillan's semi, which was parked in his backyard. He had been a friendly neighbor to Luke and I, but tended to avoid my Dad.

"I don't have the keys-" I started to say. Siren Sara interrupted me by tossing me a key lanyard.

"He lived alone; an easy kill," She spoke. I shuddered, turning over the keys in my hand. A large, pointy charm was attached. This could be useful.

"Now, drive," Jerry ordered.

"I don't think I want to," I sneered back, "I'm not going to help any of you,"

"Vic, Vic, Vic, you've left me with little to no choice but to force you into this," Jerry continued, maneuvering towards me. I stood in front of the Mustang, trying to prevent myself from moving out of his way. I caught a glimpse of Luke, who was watching from the porch. His eyes looked glazed over, and I couldn't read the expression on his face. While I was distracted with Luke, Jerry took the opportunity to use Willy's heavy arms to smash through the windshield of the Mustang. I screamed, trying to shove him out of the way.