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Pyker Adams had always wanted to leave Spencer, but his parents would not let him. Besides if he left, who would watch Connor? There was only 2 people, besides Broden, that he trusted to look after his baby brother- Keafer and J.R It was a family story that had many people laughing, how he wouldn’t let anyone he didn’t know within feet of his little brother. It wasn’t that funny. Okay maybe a little.
Connor was always Pyker’s responsibility, ever since day one, and nothing would ever change that. When Connor fell out of a tree and broke his arm, Pyker saw it as his fault, he should have been watching the youngest.
A knock on his dorm room door alerted Pyker away from his thoughts. Groaning, he wrestled with his bed sheets to free himself and after falling over twice, answer the door.
“Pyk, where’s J.R?” Keafer asked him as soon as the door opened.
“Hello to you too,” He muttered,“Wasn’t he taking a swim?”
“Shit.”
“Shit what?”
“That was over 2 hours ago.” Connor answered.
“Did you bozo’s check his room? Oddly, that’s where he could be at,” He turned around to look at the red numbers on the digital clock. “4:23 a.m.”
“We did. We even went inside, but he wasn’t there.” Keafer said quickly.
“Maybe the fog people took him.” Pyker laughed and went to turn back into his room. But, Connor’s rather stupid comment stopped him.
“We really need to come up with a better name for them.”
Keafer and Pyker stared blankly at him. “Right.”
“But, now’s not the time! Please Pyk, we can’t find him. Something might of happened to him. Please?” The youngest of the boys pleaded.
“Okay come on.” Pyker looked down at his self, he was wearing his school uniform shirt and his pajama pants. “Guess I’m wearing this then.”
Shutting and locking the door and three made their way down the corridor quietly. The entire floor was silent, making every one of their foot steps echo through the halls.
“He’s not breathing!” Connor’s panicked voice screamed out. He was crouched down beside his fallen best friend. Keafer was on the other side, checking him over.
“I can help him!”
All three boys looked up at the new voice. Standing a few feet from them was a girl they had seen around school but never talked to.
“You can?” Pyker asked quickly.
“Yes, I know CPR,” She explained. “Stand back.”
Pyker, Keafer, and Connor all stepped back and let her do her work. She gently tilted J.R’s head back and breathed in twice. Locking her hands together, she put them on his chest and pushed down. She repeated the process three times, she was just about to give up, when J.R drew in a shuddering breath.
“J.R!” Pyker yelled running to his friend and pulling him into a hug. “I just you were a goner dude.”
“Can you let me go now, Pyk?” J.R asked smiling at his friends. Pyker laughed and let his arms fall from him.
Keafer turned towards the girl who was starring at the scene before her. “Thanks for saving him.”
“No problem,” She replied in a sugary-sweet voice. “I’m Elvira Tomai.”
“Keafer Darthin,” He shuck her out-stretched hand firmly. “The guy you just saved is J.R Westly
and the guy that was hugging him is Pyker Adams and lastly the curly-haired kid is Pyk’s brother Connor.”
Connor raised his fist tauntingly at Keafer before walking over to his other friends.
“He okay?”
“He should be Connor,” Pyker told him looking down at the now asleep face of J.R. "Well thanks again Elvira, but we should be going.”
“It was no problem,” She said not looking any of the guys in the eye. “I’ll see you guys around.”
“Keafer, help me carry him,” He paused to readjust one of J.R’s arms around his shoulder, “Con, you distract the night guard.”
“How?” Connor asked peering over the garbage can he was hiding behind to see the guard. The man was older, maybe in his thirties, he looked to be a little bit out of shape. Connor could try to get the guy to chase him, he was a pretty fast runner. Or he could scream. But, that would not work. Sighing he turned back towards his brother and asked again, “How in the world do you suppose I do that Pyk?”
“I don’t know, you’re smart figure something out.” He was starting to get tired under the weight of his unresponsive friend. ‘Could this night get any worse?’ He thought to himself, ‘Oh wait it can. Connor could get busted. Parents would love that, getting my baby brother thrown in jail.’
“Just be yourself. That’s really annoying, if it works on 1/3 of the school, well not the girls who are mentally in love with you or the random guy, it will work on him.” Keafer said bluntly. “Now can we go put J.R down. I swear he weighs more than my Step-mom.”
Quickly, but carefully, the two of them eased out of their hiding spot and hobbled towards the side stair case. Just as they step out and into the open, said guard rounded the corner. They froze, hoping on some miracle that they weren’t seen.
“Connor, now!” They both hissed. They wobbled for a few seconds before regaining their balance. Dropping a passed out J.R was not the best thing to do. Pyker had one time dropped J.R when he was standing on his shoulders three years ago. It did not end well.
“Ah!!! Look at me! I’m mental and crazy...and...um...ah?!” The youngest yelled taking off in the direction towards the night guard. Looking closely Keafer could see the “what the hell is this effing guy doing?!” expression all over his face. “Join me! The mother ship is landing soon!!! She needs a sacrifice!”
Had they not been caring someone, Pyker and Keafer would have seriously laughed their asses off at the guy, who Connor chasing after, as he tried to comprehend what was going on.
“Come on Keaf, the sooner we put sleeping-beauty down the sooner we can join Connor at the mother ship.”
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“Woah!” Connor breathed out as he narrowly dodged running into a rocked pillar.
The guard was still following him, which was good, seeing as he didn’t know when his brother would be back. But, he was starting to get tired. One could only run, dodge, scream and act mental for so long.
‘Damn you Pyker William Adams.’ He thought as he reached a dead end.
“H-hey you...you...stopped.” The very tired and red in the face nightguard breathed out. He was standing a few feet away, his hands on his knees, panting heavily. “C’mon kid. You...got...got to come with...me”
“No can do big guy, see there’s these crazy maniac’s after me. Right now they’re on the fifth floor.” Connor tried to lie, he was a pretty decent liar, after all he had learned from the best - his older brother Broden. Gulping loudly when the guard stepped closer to him, he backed away with every forward step the man took.
“Kid, I ain’t got all night. Now come with me. I can have you arrested for breaking and entering and resisting arrest.”
“For one, I didn’t break in. I go here. Probably shouldn’t have told you that. And secondly...I don’t really know what the second thing is, but you can’t arrest me.”
“Oh and why not?”
‘Think Connor think!’ He tried to will himself. Finally he just said the first thing that came to mind. “ I don’t know your name. I’d like to know the name of people who take me in.”
“Stupid.” That’s what Pyker would have said if he was here. He was always scolding Connor on saying the stupidest thing at the worst possible time.
But, the older man just laughed and took off his police cap to rub his balding head. “You are one funny kid, kid. The name’s Phil Morrow.”
“Hello, I’m Connor Adams,” Telling the guy his name was probably not the smartest thing to say, but at least he was buying Keafer and Pyker some time. “Do you like your job?”
“It’s okay. I just started today, you’re actually the first kid I’ve seen all night,” He smiled slightly. “So what’s a kid like you doing in a hallway at night.”
“I had to save my friend from the fog creature that was trying to drown him in the pool.” Another not so bright idea on Connor’s part.
“Fog creature got a name?” Phil asked and he sounded, surprisingly, interested.
“I don’t think so. I kinda like the name “foglings” it has a nice ring to it. Don’t ya think?”
“Yea. I like it. Foglings. Scary, yet sophisticated.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” Connor, for the life of him, could not believe that he was having a friendly chat with the guy who had been chasing him. ‘Wait till Pyk hear’s this.’
“CREAK”
“What in tar nations was that?!” Phil and Connor both yelped. Under different circumcisions they would have said “Jinx” but now was certainly not the time.
The younger turned toward the sound, the big double window was open. “That was weird.”
“Got that right Connor. That’s one big window.” Phil laughed placing his hat back on his head. He looked up at the window and nearly screamed.
From the window above, fog seeped in and floated down towards them. The fog was grey and thick, not like the normal fog that surround Essife all year long. It instantly became cold, the sound of frost building sharply on the glass. Connor and Phil’s breaths’ coming out and forming a cloud like mist in front of their faces. Phil’s teeth clattered and shivers were being sent up his spine, fear gripping at his heart as the fog formed in front of him. A fogling. It reached it’s boney hand out and clasped his neck. He tried to yell to Connor and tell him to run, but he couldn’t. It felt as if his insides were turning into ice. And with a sickening crack, it twisted his neck to the side. Breaking it as easily as snapping a stick, only with bigger results.
With a final shredding breath, Phil Morrow fell limply to the marble. His head making a loud thump.
“Oh shit.” Connor was frozen. Never before in his fourteen years had he seen someone die in front of his eyes. “Oh my God. Oh my shitty ice cream.”
He looked down at the corpse, he didn’t know what to do. Should he phone the cobs? Or would they think that he was the killer? Would they believe him, if he told them the “fog
person” was the killer? What in the hell was he thinking!? Of course no one would believe him. This is an academy, where rich people all over the country send their spoiled little children, the police are probably used to hearing ridiculous thing from stoned teenagers. It didn’t matter what his last name was or that he was in the top 10's of all his classes, not that he would ever tell his friends or brother that, it just would not matter. Here he was in a dark, deserted hallway with a dead guy. Not to mention the fog things that seemed to be following him.
“I can call...Dad. No, he’s in Maine. Mom? Nah, she’d only think I’m still trying to deal with Marie’s death. Broden? Nope. Jason? No way that’s gonna happen. Eline? Heck no. Clair? Sure she’s weird but way to nosey.” He muttered, walking back and forth in the confined space. ‘Pyker!’ His brain screamed at him. Why the hell didn’t he think of him earlier? Instead he had to go through the entire Adams’ family tree.
Whipping out his cell phone, he quickly dialed his brother’s number.
Ring,
Ring,
“Come on Pyker pick up!”
Ring,
“Hey Connor, we just dropped J.R off. Wh-”
“He’s dead!” Connor yelled into the phone, dropping to the floor after his knees gave out.
“Who’s dead?” Pyker’s confused and rushed voice asked. He was sitting on J.R couch after just finishing putting him to bed.
“The nightguard...he w-was...talking t-t-then...fog and now he’s de-ad!” He was sobbing by the time he had explained. His eyes were glued onto the lifeless white eyes of the body lying before him. The blood splatter on the wall behind him and on Connor’s once white school shirt.
“Keaf and I will be there in a sec, okay? Connor stay there. It’s going to be okay. I promise.” There was a silent “I hope” at the end of the last part. The eighteen year old could only hope things would be okay.
The slim ghostly figure watched from it’s perch on the second level of Spencer. It’s gaze never leaving the friends. Turning around it looked into the goblet object in it’s skeleton type hands. “He’s the one we want...yes, I know...he’s ready. Well have to watch out for the brother.”
