"A-Are you sure you're sure about this, kid?" Cross nervously asked a yawning and stretching Scott. It was four in the afternoon, and he'd gotten up half an hour ago to lay out his plan. They'd taken it about as well as he expected.
"What!? Kid, just what the HELL is wrong with your brain!?" Cross'd screeched.
"Yeah, this's insane!" Amber'd chimed in.
"I agree. But allow me a rebuttal: do you got anything better?" he'd pointed out.
"Relax, relax." Scott said, holding up his hands. "I got it all worked out. It'll do the job, a whole lot better than that half-assed assassination plan of yours. We need a lot more firepower than that gun can provide. Just get the stuff I asked you for, your presence here isn't required, it'll be detrimental to what I'm trying to achieve." he reaffirmed.
"But it's my apartment!" Cross snapped.
"And if it gets blown up by the time you get back you can bill me." he replied coolly. "Now shoo, shoo." Cross growled and gnashed her teeth at him, but realized she was only delaying the inevitable.
"Fine. But if anything happens, it's on your head!" She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. She stomped to her car and pulled out her phone. "Hey, Tommy. It's me. Yeah. Listen, you know how I covered for you that time with the sergeant's cigars? Yeah. I'm calling in that favor. Round up as many guys as you can, tell 'em to meet me at the Amity Memorial Cemetery in Craven Falls tomorrow at five o' clock. I know it's Halloween. No, I need men here! You'll find out when you get here. And be ready to rock. Yeah, there's a situation. Gotta be off the books. Yeah...you'll find out when you get here. Yeah. I know. You in? Good. See you later." She hung up and started the car, glancing at the list he'd made. She didn't notice the black clouds and cold wind beginning to blow. "I hope you know what you're doing, kid."
Back in Cross's apartment, Amber fidgeted nervously while Scott cleared space on the wooden floor.
"S-Scott? A-Are you sure you know what you're doing? It just seems really dangerous and...stupid."
"Mad! The word you're looking for is mad!" he replied cheerfully, pulling out his chalk. "But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I have no problem fighting fire with fire." He double-checked the Necronomicon, making sure the passages were right as he drew a circle imprisoning a five-pointed star on the floor, strange mystical sigils surrounding it on all sides.
"But doesn't this seem like the opposite of what we want to happen? I feel like this's the opposite of what we want to happen." Amber said, eyeing the circle nervously. Already, there was a strange, unearthly aura about it that would've made her skin crawl had she still possessed it.
"Hey, hey." he said comfortingly, finishing the circle. "Don't worry, it'll all work out. Trust me." She gulped, and glanced back at the circle.
"If you're sure..." Scott nodded, and cleared his throat, checking the book once again. There was no way this could be allowed to go wrong. He began to chant.
"Alzahmed, den, athlathakin. C'etous, in'a bakagauan et spirtous almehd houn. Alzahmed, den, athlathakin. C'etous, in'a bakagauan et spirtous almehd houn. Alzahmed, den, athlathakin." The air vibrated, and the room began to shake and tremble. "C'etous, in'a bakagauan et spirtous almehd houn. Alzahmed, den, athlathakin. C'etous, in'a bakagauan et spirtous almehd houn! Come! I call you, by my power, come! Hastazemus!"
The lights went out. No, it was more than that; the light seemed to be sucked out of the air, leaving only deep darkness behind. A foul smell emanated from the circle, charnel and putrid. A satanic red glow illuminated the eldritch pattern, and a strange, leathery smoke arose from its center. It billowed and swelled, unfolding into a ten-foot caped black mass with four ruby red eyes glaring forth with pure hatred.
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I Was a Teenage Necromancer
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