Take Me to The Races

Runaway

"Maverick," I open the front door.

"Yeah," He turns around to look at me.

"Just checking if you're okay, I've already checked on Greg." I told him.

"We're your bodyguard. Don't worry about us." He gave me a stern look.

"It's hard not to worry when there's a cult going around doing weird sacrifices." I lean against the door way.

Greg's latest fling is into exhibitionism. They were wandering around the woods at night looking to fool around. They stumbled upon Dilton and Ben, who they thought were both died in a kneeling bowing position. They were in front of a circle made of animal bones that had some kind of winged creature with horns made out of branches and more animal bones. The way that Greg describes there being symbols curved in their back, the candles, and a chalice filled with some weird liquid. The whole thing was scary and creepy. I can understand why they ran away.

It's been two days since then and Malachai has me on lock down with a ghoulie in the front and the back of the trailer. I hadn't left this trailer in that time, not even to let Pebbles go to the bathroom. Another ghoulie would do that.

"Did Malachai call you?" I ask. I was scared that he and the others were investigating the danger.

"No, but if he doesn't by sundown I promise I'll go looking for him. Now get back inside." He shut the door, forcing me to step back.

I sigh, as I look around the trailer for something to do. I couldn't clean because bending over was next to impossible now. There was nothing on TV and I watch everything I wanted to on Netflix. My eyes land on my school backpack. I groan when I notice it was on the ground. I use my feet to kick it over to the couch, then I lay down on it to pick the bag off the ground and throw it on the table next to me. Then I had to wiggle like a turtle on its shell to pull myself into a sitting position.

I open the bag to take out all the sheet paper I had and the pencil case. I move to sit on the small dining table the Jones had. I decide to write letters with the time that I had. I wrote a letter to Archie, Mom, Dad, Trev, and Tomoko. In all of them I spoke to how much it hurt me to be apart from them and that one day I hope they would understand. I wrote of the fond memories I had of them, and how knowing them shape me into the person that I am. I was a blubbering mess while writing my dad. More than anything I wanted to make peace with him and get his forgiveness. But, I had other priorities now with my baby girl on her way. I know that even if my dad was upset with me and didn't like her father, he would still have an amazing relationship with her.

I look up to see that it was dark outside, I went back to open the door to see if Malachai called Maverick. I scream when I open the door, shock that instead of seeing Maverick's back, I was face to face with Malachai. He didn't laugh like he normally did when he scared me. He pushes past me with a white paperback book in his hand. I follow him into the room. He pulls out the suitcase from under the bed.

"What's going on? Did something happen with Lodge?" Before I got my answer I was helping him pack. I transfer his clothes from the dresser to the suitcase.

"No, it's because of this. I found it in our mailbox. Every ghoulie got one today." He hands the paperback book to me.

I grab it and read the cover. "Gryphons and Gargoyles. Player's Manual. Read this book first. What is this?" I look up at Malachai.

"It's a role playing game that some sick fucks are playing in real life. That why that nerd was found dead and the other one nears it. This was in our mailboxes meaning it more than those two. Who knows how many? The fact that they were able to get it in our mailbox without anyone noticing, means that they already made their way into the ghoulies." He explains while still packing.