Survive The Night

Foreshadowing

I watched her fall back.

   "Someone help!" I screamed as I grabbed her and attempted to drag her to the latter.

  Idiot. It's what I am. If only Cannon were here. He'd know what to do. Cannon was my twin brother, he died a few years after Freddy, my father, died. I screamed again for someone to come help me. Nobody came.

   "Stay with me Catherine, please stay with me." I said as I heaved her up on my back.

 I climbed down, painfully slow. Just like before, when I followed her to the roof. I was hoping to explain what I meant earlier.

    "Tricksey! Ronnie! Mesha, Bubba! Someone! Where the heck are you guys?" I yelled as I jumped down and carried Catherine back in.

       I walked into the dinning room. Everyone was lying on the ground. Passed out or dead? I had no clue which, but this wasn't going to be pretty.

   "CRAP!" I said as I put Catherine down on a seat.

 I went over to each of them. All barely alive. Except, Tricksey. I couldn't find him.

  "Tricksey? Tricksey!" I called, "Come out! It's me!"

  "No, its me." I heard a whisper reply.

    I wheeled around to find, no one! I swear no one was there when I turned in all directions!

  "Who are you! Show yourself!" I yelled as I drew out my pocket knife.

   "Oh, I'm just little song bird here to say. . ."

 "TO SAY WHAT!!!!"

  "Catherine will die in a year and a day. No more no less."

 "WHO ARE YOU? DON'T YOU DARE HURT HER!" I screamed thrashing the air wildly.

     "You'll soon see brother, you'll soon see." the voice said "You'll be the one to do it, not me."

I stopped and thought about what the voice said.

    "I won't hurt them. None of them, they're my friends."

"That's what they all say. . ." the voice sighed as it faded away.

      I closed my pocket knife with anger flooding me. Picking up Catherine, throwing Mesha across one shoulder and Ronnie across the other, I walked calling out for Tricksey on the way. Stopping only when I realized I left Bubba behind. I grabbed him and fell flat on my face.

   "To much weight!" I wheezed out.

  "I could've told you that." I heard someone moan.

     I turned around and saw Catherine looking down and crying.

  "Catherine!" I gasped "Your alive!"

   She moaned and muttered something under her breath. Then she got up and picked up Bubba.

  "Carry Mesha like a lady, I'll get Bubba. Come on now!" she said, walking off.

I nodded and ran after her, trying not to ask any questions. 

     "Where do you want me to put him?" she asked after a while.

   "Um, we can put 'em in my office I suppose." I said opening the door.

 She walked in, refusing to look at me. She set Bubba on the floor and put her jacket over him. I set Ronnie and Mesha next to him, coping her moves and putting my jacket the best I could over them.

    "Where's Tricksey?" she asked.

    "No clue, he ran off I guess." I said as he walked in.

   "Yar, har, har." he moaned in that same terrible Scottish accent of his.

   Catherine got up and rapped her arm around him. Leading him to the seat she asked him what happened. All he'd say was if his father was here he'd be disappointed in the pirate he was today.

     Then the lights went out and all I heard was the tune 'Pop Goes The Weasel' being played by a music box . . .