Conga Line of the Dead

Chapter 11: Tokes Final Stand or One for all and all are ghosts

Troy seemed to be the only one still in the fight; he tried to grab the boys arm with his unburnt hand and restrain him, but accomplished nothing.

"Kid...Hey kid. Stop! Stop!" he screamed into the kids ear, but it had no effect, the boy continued on his march. "I'll buy you a Pony if you stop!"

Peters breathing started to get heavier as he looked over at Toke; they shared a look between them for a moment not saying a word.

"We have to stop this dick." Peter said as he tried to hover off, but Toke grabbed his arm to stop him his face a ball of rage.

"We do this my way, hear me?" Toke said in a no nonsense tone, Peter nodded wordlessly.

"I'm in no position to argue." He said.

Tokes brows ruffled as he thought a second, then the idea hit him from nowhere, the only real option they had left. He looked Peter dead in the eyes, "I have an idea, follow me and I'll take care of the rest."

He hovered past Peter, who followed behind. They passed the boy; whose life force was still flowing up to Stevens, and Troy who had the boys arm still trying to drag him away from the stairs.

"Deal with me now you coward! Or are you too chicken shit." Toke taunted the ghoul.

"You are weak spirit, and the former Mr. Worthers can barely keep afloat, you are not a threat to me." he replied as an afterthought as the boy took his first step up the stairs.

Toke looked over to Troy and in a hushed tone to him muttered "Get ready to take the kid and get the hell out of here, hear me? Get as far away as you can, don't look back."

Troy didn't fully understand but nodded anyway, his one burnt arm curled over his chest and the other ready to snatch the mortal boy away.

"I need more energy." Toke took a deep breath and released it as he looked back to Peter who hovered close behind. "I'm sorry Pete." he said simply.

"Sorry for wh....."

Toke thrust his right hand into Peters chest, his friend lurching as he looked around aimlessly, more frightened then he could have ever been.

The ghostly form of Peter Worthers began to fade in and out of existence, the whole while Toke started to glow yellow with a strange energy emanating from inside him.

Peter started to 'hyperventilate' as he looked at Toke wide eyed and afraid, not knowing what or why his friend was doing this. Tears continued to stream down Tokes face as he stared at his friend, unflinching until Peter vanished from existence in an agonizing wail that resonated through the room.

Toke closed his eyes, his body radiated with glowing yellow energy that was strange and new to him; he inhaled deeply, and set his sight on Stevens, who paid this entire scene no attention.

"I said," he threw his hand towards Stevens as a yellow energy ball flew out and struck him in the chest. "Deal with me." Then another and another, hitting his foe harder each time, leaving scorch marks where they made contact.

This stunned Stevens for a second as he threw his own ball of red energy down to Toke, who was now ascending the stairs a step at a time towards him, but Toke seemed to absorb it with no visible damage occurring to him.

"I should have dealt with you first Mr. Kincade, i under estimated you." Stevens said, clearly impressed as Toke took the last few steps up to him.

"Famous last words." Toke answered as he tackled Stevens and the entire house shook with the force of the two energies hitting each other.

Troy watched in horror for a second as the two struggled, flames and beams of light shooting out at random intervals, then with his good arm scooped the Truman boy up and flew down the steps, around the remaining spirit guests without hesitation and out the door into the night beyond without so much as a pause or another look back.