The UnNameables

Chapter 1

            All Jamie could do was stare. Everything around him faded to the background, and he couldn't focus on anything but his "deceased" grandpa. Was he imagining things? "Wh-wh-what...?" he began, unable to form comprehensible words.

"I know you're confused, Jamie," Martin said, pulling off his shades and gesturing with his head. "But we need to get going. I'll explain everything later."

Freya looked between the two men for a moment before adding to the conversation, "So, we're running? With a stranger?"

"To you, maybe," Jamie said, still numb. "But to me, well...he's supposed to be dead."

Freya spoke with venom, "And why is he not?"

Jamie couldn't respond. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his dead grandpa was standing right in front of him, with no more than a scratch on his otherwise very alive body.

"We need to go. Now." Martin looked over at his grandson, who was frozen on the spot. It looked like running was the last thing on his mind. Martin looked at Freya. "Looks like he might need a little boost to get moving."

Freya looked suspiciously at Martin and grabbed Jamie's arm, half-dragging him to a sleek, black car parked inconspicuously behind a dumpster. Martin jumped into the driver's seat and Freya slid into the passenger side to keep an eye on him. Jamie awkwardly clambered into the back, his long legs pressed up against the leather seat in front of him. He ran a nervous hand through his hair as the car peeled out from behind the dumpster. All the while, Freya was keeping one eye on Martin and the other on the road.

"Where are we going?" Jamie asked, his mouth open as he gazed around the interior of the car. "And where did you get this sweet ride?"

"I'm borrowing it," Martin said, glancing into the rearview mirror. "They loan out cars every once in a while to those of us who need to make quick...outings."

"'Borrowing?' As in, you stole this car?" Freya stared incredulously at the man driving. "'Quick outings?' What the heck is that supposed to mean? I need answers, dude."

"Your girl's a little touchy, Jamie," he smirked, not taking his eyes off the road. "Either way, it doesn't really matter," he said, acknowledging Freya. "Because at this point it's either here in this car or out there with your murderous stepmother. I wouldn't get too picky, if I were you."

Suddenly, Freya's eyes flashed, and the car immediately started turning toward the side of the road. In the next instant, Freya forced the car to stop, and the momentum sent Jamie flying forwards into the back of Martin's seat. The other lens of his already broken glasses cracked. "Crap!" He muttered dismally.

Unfazed, Freya turned and stared daggers at Martin. "Who do you think you are? I need answers or this car is going into that ditch. And don't call me anyone's girl."

"Oh, here it comes..." Jamie grimaced, casually glancing away. Martin, undaunted but slightly impressed, took off his shades to get a better look at the young woman glaring at him.

"Well, well..." said, unable to help but smile slightly. "You've progressed further than they had implied. Impressive. With that fiery attitude of yours and the unyielding power you possess, well, I guess it'd be foolish of me to underestimate you again."