The Lost Boys fanfiction (1987)

Murder Capital of The World

It was the summer of 1987 when the Emerson family arrived in the town of Santa Carla, California. Lucy Emerson had recently divorced her husband and decided to move in with her dad in the small town with her two sons and daughter. The oldest son is named Michael, age eighteen, a tall handsome male with curly dark hair and brown eyes to match. The second child is Lucy's only daughter Amelia, age sixteen, long dark brown hair which is often tied up in a ponytail or a messy bun, brown eyes, and a faint scar on her chest. As for the youngest, his name was Sam, age fourteen, blonde hair, usually accompanied by the family dog Nanook. The drive from Arizona to California felt like a drag after being on the road for 13 hours straight. Especially when it comes to the music on the radio station. So far, there was nothing but oldies from their mother's time, very rare to find proper music the siblings could enjoy. "Keep going" the siblings said unison, begging their mother to change the song to something more decent.

Amelia was the first to notice a giant billboard that said 'Welcome to Santa Carla' a few miles away. "Hey, look we're almost there" she said, pointing at the sign up ahead. Sam noticed an odd scent in the air and winced, "ugh, what's that smell?"
"Oh that's the ocean air" said Lucy
"Smell like someone died"
"Look guys, I know the last year hasn't been easy. But, I really think you're gonna like living in Santa Carla"
Michael and Amelia were barely paying attention to their mother when they noticed something behind the billboard. It was a message in spray paint which said, 'Murder Capital of The World'

"Must be some kind of prank to scare tourists" said Mia, popping a medication into her mouth like a piece of candy. Michael then hands his sister a bottle of water to drink and said, "Yeah, probably"
The car comes to a stop at a gas station near by the boardwalk. Sam noticed a giant roller coaster from the distance along with a Ferris wheel. This got the young teenager excited and tried to point it out to his mom, but Lucy barely paid attention, handing Sam some money to give to the kids eating by the dumpster. While Michael was asking about summer jobs, Mia was standing beside her older brother doing some people watching.

The teenage girl remembered years ago when she and Michael used to come here for the summers before Sam was born. She didn't remember the town being so... weird. It was hard to say what kind of characters you could find in the small town. There was a variety of them from goths, stoners, freaks, even weird rat kissers. She cringed at the sight before her eyes went over to a group of punks known to be Surfer Nazis, whose cat called her from the distance. Michael followed his sister's gaze to the punks, "Just ignore them, Mia" he said, pulling out his bike from the back of the cargo carrier.
"Trust me, Michael I have zero interest in those freaks" said Amelia, making her way towards her brother's bike. Before she could hop on, Michael stops her. "You sure you wanna get on my bike?" he asked, "Wouldn't you rather stay in the car with mom and Sammy?"
"And sit next to Nanook for another thirty minutes?" asked Amelia, "I'd rather not, could barely breath next to him with all that fur flying everywhere"

Michael rolls his eyes and starts his bike, Mia pouts and holds onto her brother's arm. "Please, Michael?" she begged, "Let me live a little, I can't sit in the truck another minute"
Michael sighed in defeat, scooting forward so his sister could sit behind him, "Why can't I say no to you?" he asked himself
"Cause I'm your sister and you love me?"
"Shut up"
The teenage girl giggled and playfully smacked her older brother on the arm before wrapping her own arms around his waist. With that, the two siblings went on the road with the truck leading the way to their grandfather's house. Along the way, Amelia couldn't help but think about the strange dreams she had the other night.

It was as if a voice was calling her on their way to Santa Carla. A voice that was begging her to come closer and closer to the strange town. It was frightening and demanding, but soft and almost seductive. She was so caught up in the thought that she didn't hear her brother calling her name until now. "Mia!" called Michael, the teenage girl snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at her brother, "We're here"
She followed her brother's gaze to see their grandfather's house, in terms of appearance it looked like they entered a horror movie. What shocked the three siblings most was something they found on the porch, or rather someone. Lucy walks up to the body, gently shaking it to see if he was awake.