The Wailing

Chapter Twenty Eight: Countdown

"Okay, I have my hair appointment in the morning, then I have to pick up my shoes, make sure my dress is firm and pressed, do my makeup and nails, and do pictures by the park around four". Anna explained while pacing the living room floor.

"Anna, we have more important issues to worry about". I told her.

"Larson, this is my senior prom. It has to be perfect!" She snapped.

"Anna look. I know prom is important to you and all, but people are going to die if we don't do anything. We need to stick to the plan we made or we ourselves will die".

"I'm not a supernatural". She added.

"Yes you are, you're an elemental".

"Larson, ive tried everything Im nothing but a dumb human". She sighed. I rolled my eyes at her and sighed as well.

"It's more than supernaturals Anna. Anyone who get's in the council's way will be killed to. Human or not, they will get wiped out and no one will remember them Anna. Is a silly dance really worth that?".

"It's everything! Ive planned this dance my whole life! I have to go. I have to go for my mother". She whispered. I sad smiled and go toff the couch and left into the kitchen with Mavious and Leslie.

"Is she going to help us?". He asked. I shook my hand and he slammed his hand down on the counter.

"Damnit! We need her to take the council down once and for all Larson!". He yelled. I squinted my eyes at him and huffed.

"You want her so bad? You go get her!". I yelled back at him. His black smoke rose from his body and he gave me a death glare.

"I am the leader of this group not you!". he roared. I chuckled at him and sighed again.

"You scared me when I died, but not anymore. I know you're in charge that's why I suggested you to go talk to her. If she is supernatural, it's in her blood to follow her leader". He stopped his smoke and paused for a second.

"Oh". He said. He walked into the living room to talk to Anna and I was alone with Leslie.

"Do you think this whole thing could work?". She asked while grabbing my hand.

"I don't know. I guess we will have to see. It's five against an entire council. And who knows how many people are actually on it". I sighed. I rubbed my eyes and slammed my hand against my forehead.

'Any luck with Tate?'.

"If Erica is the witch in that council, he'll go ballistic. He can't be apart of the plan". I said. The plan was simple, yet the most difficult thing in the world. Keep everyone in the school and out of the streets. With it being prom and all it shouldn't be too hard. Then hunt down that stupid mask wearing council and kill them with their own sword or dagger. I actually don't know what they use. It's not everyday someone get's wiped out of existence. Kill the council, kill the witch (AKA Erica), stop the tradition from occurring over and over again.

"You know there's just one problem with this so called plan of ours right?". She laughed.

"What's that?".

"How are you planning on killing Erica?".

"Cutting off her head and burning the body". She raised a brow at me and I chuckled. "What? It's in every movie!".

"This isn't a movie Larson. Hundreds of people will die tomorrow and no one will even remember it if we're not careful". She warned.

"Yeah yeah I know. I'm still working on that". I sighed. The amount of stress I was under was unreal. It was like an entire towns fate was in my hands, or our hands anyways. No wonder why this town is so small.