The Grand Grim Reaper

The Grand Grim Reaper Part 7

Mr. Fillmore travels towards the school thinking the boys were in the woods behind the school. Although, Mr. Fillmore was so close but yet too far from his sons to hear his voice as he yelled their names, "Marty, Miles where are you? I know you are in this forest practicing your magic."

Amazingly, the defiant teens were at hard work practicing their magic throwing fire-balls turning them into bombs. Taking leaps across the forest and spinning in mid-air. Learning to duck and dodge to avoid strikes from their attacker.

"Okay, now attack me and throw a fireball but don't turn it into a bomb," Sam said.

"No, I can Sam!"

"Tommy, you 're refusing to throw a fire-ball will make me vulnerable to my opponent. It will position me to harm and place me in danger. Now I know you don't want to be blamed for my death, so you have to perform the fireball attack."

"Why do I have to throw fire-ball, I can control the elements. That's all I need to help. Sam, why don't you control your fireball? Throw it at Miles or Marty."

"What! Tommy! I can't believe you....!" before Marty could finish his sentence. Sam interrupted him, "Marty, stop he just frightened. This is a boy who almost lost his life at a young age. And before he had time to absorb the fact he's got his life back and he is going to live, we slap him in a battle with demon kids. And he has been by our side ever since. So, Yeah, STOP!"

"You are right Sam. Tommy, I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"

"It's okay, I know you are under pressure and you have to save humanity."

"Yeah, but it's a war against all of us. We have to be prepared for our own safety. That means if a fireball is coming at you, you have to know how to deflect the attack."

"We'll practice some more tomorrow. It's getting late. We need to get home before we are missed."

When the boys got home they pulled up the same time Mr. Fillmore pulled in.

"Okay! we were missed and in a whole lot of trouble!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Where have you boys been? I hope you know you are all grounded. Isn't that right Mr. and Mrs. Fillmore?" Mr. Fillmore didn't say anything because of the shame he had for his boys.

"But, Dad, we have a war we will have to fight and grounding us is blocking our chance for survival," Tommy cried.

"Come on we are going home. We will talk about this in the morning."

"And while they are leaving you guys go to bed. Please don't think about leaving this time."

The next morning, Sam woke up and looked out the window, "It looks calm and no demons in site."

At the Fillmore's house, this morning was like any other morning except, Mr. Fillmore was there when his sons open their eyes.

"Good morning Dad, why are you in our room?"

"What? You don't remember last night? You guys shame so bad, I couldn't look at the parents of those children.

"Yeah, sure we do but you know we had to practice. The whole world might be in trouble,"

"Yes, but not at the expense of putting your friends in danger without let the parents know what's going on with you guys."

"Dad, you know you would have never let us go. We have to practice because we are the only ones that can defeat these demons. And they are coming to destroy our town maybe the world," Marty explained.

"There you go again, there is no such thing as demons. They are only men trying to do evil things against you kids. And Marty, I think you are the cause of that. I don't know what you did to allow this in our lives. I don't even know what this is but it's not demons. So please stop with the demon thing."