Not Alone

Chapter Four

     Ree burst into laughter.

     "The world is ending? This Friday?" she exclaimed, and she doubled over laughing. Even DJ had to admit, this situation was ludicrous. But the tall creep, Logan, didn't react negatively to Ree's laughter. In fact, he didn't react at all.

     "I know it sounds ridiculous. But I promise you, the world is ending as of this Friday," he said. His voice continued to carry its airy, almost whimsical tone. "Look bro, I know we might look dumb. But, c'mon, you gotta try harder than that!" Joey exclaimed, an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

     But, a noise from behind them silenced Ree's laughter. It was like a growl, but not nearly enough to be an animal. But it wasn't human either. DJ turned around slowly, and he felt as though ice water had been poured over him, and his heart beat spiked.

     A mangled, human body was standing there. White, thick bandages covered its arms, legs, torso and most of its face. Black saliva dripped from its rotting lips, and its soulless black eyes stared at the four teenagers like they were each going to grant it a new body. Ree screamed, and the body rushed towards them. Joey grabbed Ree's wrist, who was frozen in fear, and started sprinting, Ryder and DJ close behind them. They pushed past Logan, who stood calmly facing the beastly human. As he passed the boy, DJ noticed an old wooden dangling from his hand. 'Where did that come from?' he wondered, but he didn't stop to think to hard about it.

     "Prohibere!"

     At the sound of the Latin word being shouted, DJ stopped and turned. Logan had been the one to shout the word, which confused him. Logan's voice, based off of the past few minutes, had a light, high pitched voice for a male. But when he shouted the word that stopped the beast in its tracks, it was firm, deep and commanding. So commanding, DJ and the three other frightened teens stopped, and watched the transaction between Logan and the beast.

     Logan himself was holding up the old bat towards the beast, his stance wide and his shoulders holding confidence. 'Confidence must be hard to come by in a sweater vest,' DJ thought, mentally criticizing Logan's choice of clothing. The four teens watched as, while still holding up the bat, Logan took out a glass vial from his pants pockets. He approached the beast, which let out another garbled growl, and held the vial up under the beast's chin.

     DJ grimaced in disgust as the black saliva dripped into the vial, before Logan plugged it back up. "Mummy saliva is so rare to collect. Hate for it to go to waste," Logan spoke, his voice full of whimsy again. He pocketed the saliva vial, before harshly bringing the bat down on the so-called 'mummy'. It's head fell to the cement, still growling dully. Logan stomped on the head, and continuously bashed the bony body until it lay in a heap of limbs and bandages, thick black sludge seeping from the pile. Logan turned back to the four. "I told you the apocalypse was this Friday," he said.

     "Y-you mean to tell me, that was a fucking mummy?!" Ree yelled, pointing to the leaking pile. "Language," Ryder scolded her weakly, still staring in horror at the destroyed mummy pile. "Yes. That was a mummy," Logan nodded to her. "Where did that thing come from?" DJ finally spoke up. "Most likely sent by its master, Lorelei," Logan said with a shrug, taking a few steps towards them. "Who the hell is Lorelei? And who the hell are you? And what the hell are you?! Why the hell are you looking for us?" Ree exploded. 'That was a little repetitive,' DJ thought, but kept it to himself.

     "And keep that fucking shoe away from me! Nasty," Joey hissed, glaring at the shoe Logan used to stomp on the mummy's head. "Not relevant," Ryder scolded him with a smack to the back of his head. "As I said, I am Logan Duval. And I am a wizard," he replied.