Runaway Man

Chapter 6: We Finally Meet Again

Chapter 6: We Finally Meet Again

Splash. One egg landed through an upstairs window.

Crack. Another had been planted on the doorstep.

Crunch. Diana slid one through the letter box.

And dayum, it reeked. When I said reeked, I meant it. Just after the first egg had exploded, my eyes were watering like hell. The stench was absolutely vile and Brunette Katie actually puked over the gooey yoke on the doorstep. Touché.

"We still have nine more to use," Jessica reminded us with a smile as she counted up the eggs, "Let's go crazy!" At the word 'nine', I cringed thinking about how long she had been saving these gems. They smelt at least a decade gone off with manure sprinkled over them to give it the finishing touch.

"We should knock on the door and wait until she answers then crack them over her." Diana suggested with a giggle.

"We totally should," Ginger Katie pounded her fists together, "The gum that's stuck to my hair won't come out easy if it decides to." I looked over at her hair and saw the bright blue chunks dotted around the red strands. In the dark, the neon colour shone as if it were a glow stick. Ew. Unlucky girl. I felt like a true warrior dressed as a gorilla now because it was my protection from what could be thrown at us.

Ginger Katie tapped on the door gently with her knuckles from the step below the gunk on the doorstep. It wasn't that long before the idiot of the hour answered with her breast at least not hanging out of her shirt. Once she had spotted us, she looked as if she had just sucked on a sour lemon.

"What did I fucking tell you twats?! Just go ho-" Her sentence was interrupted with an egg being shoved down her throat. Her face went from fake tan orange to Frankenstein green and she managed to scrape out the residue from her tongue but the majority had been shipped to be digested.

After that, Ginger Katie sprinted into the shabby house and darted out with a roll of toilet paper and a packet of Doritos. Our victim was too violated to pull any words together or to take a pause from her continuous spitting and hurling. I'd admit I felt bad watching the bitch suffer. Her body was hunched over and she looked as if she was going to die if no one took her to the hospital! Apart from Jessica’s disturbed face and Ginger Katie’s evil snawl, the others appeared to be pretty horrified too.

Nevertheless, that wasn't the end of Katie's fury. Unravelled toilet paper was littered all over the garden moreover, from the outside the house appeared to be completely wrecked.

A typical successful prank.

Our five girls fled from the scene and into a new street before the police got involved or something. Jessica informed us that we were now in the mystery man's road once she had caught sight of a sign that read: "Dawson Lane." My heart started to beat faster as I examined the houses around me. They looked a lot grander than my own however, they didn't live up to the mansion status.

"What number is he?" Diana pulled down the boob area of her dress cautiously as some older boys walked passed.

"Number sixty-nine," Jessica sniggered, "Nah only joking, he lives in fifty-seven. Now aren't we stalkers?" Even though it was dark, I made out that she winked in my direction. I chewed on my bottom lip as I followed her trail with the others.

And it wasn't long before we had reached his house. I admired the outside of it with its freshly painted fence and perfectly trimmed hedges. It looked like one of those houses you'd see in the movies that you'd always wish that you could live in but better. Not too big or not too small.

"Isn't his house gorgeous?" Brunette Katie said with her jaw dropped so low that it was nearly touching the ground.

"Tell me about it," Jessica laughed, "Just imagine what the inside looks like!" A fancy hallway with a royal red carpet sprung to my mind almost instantly.

Once we had reached his front door, we were able to see his garden properly. There were bird baths, garden gnomes and even a ten foot trampoline sitting in it. After I had admired them, I diverted my attention back to his white front door with “57” engraved on it in gold.

"Who's knocking?" I turned my head around to the others. They all shrugged their shoulders and flickef their heads to Jess.

"You're the one who wants to see him so badly. You knock." Jessica tapped her foot impaitently.

"Well... you're the one who knows which house it was." I snapped back like a crocodile.

"I'm not knocking."

"I'm not either."

It wasn't long before we were yanking on each other's clothes and swearing at each other. Jessica had torn off my mask and thrown it into the mud and I had smudged the red circles on her cheeks.

"Guys! Neither of you need to knock," A certain vampire dressed teenager shouted over our fight, "Someone's already answered the door." My grip on Jessica’s collar loosened and I glanced upwards to see a familiar face.

Now that he was standing in the light of his own house, his irises were bluer than I remembered as were the guns on his arms. His head was cocked to the side and a natural pout was portrayed on his mouth.

"Trick or treat?" I said sheepishly.