The Keys to Death

Chapter 1: What the Hellhound
Rick

“Hey Christine, hurry up in there!” said Jason.

“I am, just wait!” Christine replied.

As I spotted Jason standing in front of the bathroom, I said, “Hey, what’s up? Where’s Christine?”

“Our little Chrissy is taking forever in the bathroom.”

In the distance, Christine yells, “I heard that!”

“Well hurry up,” I said worriedly, “We gotta go right now.”

As Christine appeared in the doorway, I said, “We’ve got a monster on our hands.”

“Where?” asked Jason and Christine simultaneously.

“In homeroom, it’s a weird, beautiful vampire thing. Don’t comment on the beautiful thing, Jason.”

Christine corrected me, saying, “It’s actually called an empousa, but we gotta go right now.”

“You guys go, I wanna see Rick’s new girlfriend!” Jason said, grinning.

“Jason,” Christine said harshly.

“Fine, let’s go.” Jason said, rolling his eyes.

As we ran through the doorway of the “Special Education Academy”, all we could think about was getting into my car. As we hopped in, Jason said, “Wait, are you sixteen? Do you have a license?”

“What’s your point?” I responded.

“Just drive Mr. Money.” Christine commented frighteningly.

“Don’t you want to sit up here with me, Christine?” Rick asked, patting the seat next to him.

“Just drive!” exclaimed Jason and Christine at the same time.

“Sheesh, you guys sound like my mother.”

As the car started, it backed up and hit a tree.

“Rick!” Jason grumbled.

“Fine, we’ll take the corvette. Oh, right. It only has two seats. We’ll catch you later Jason!”

As we tried to figure out what to do, a deep voice frightened us, “Well children,” it said, “It looks like you need to make a visit to my office.”

As we turned around, we were surprisingly happy to see Mr. Johnson, the principal.

“Boy, are we glad to see you!” said Jason.

“My office. Now. You two, go.” replied Mr. Johnson.

“Whatever, your majesty,” Jason grumbled as him and Christine walked away.

“You child, stay behind.” said Mr. Johnson.

“Me?” I said, “You guys go ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Ok, later.” said Jason as they ran off.

“What did you want again, Mr. Johnson?” I asked.

“Give me the key!” He snarled.

“What key? Oh, my house key? Why?”

Suddenly, I felt a searing pain in my left arm. Then it hit me, literally. I had a large spike in my arm.

“Where did that come from?!” I asked painfully.

“My tail,” he said, beginning to transform.

“You’re the devil!” I yelled, “Please spare me! I have a wife and three kids!”

“Really?”

“No, it just sounded good. Here, take the key and leave!” I gasped closing my eyes as I held out the key.

“Ouchie,” he said, clutching his stomach. I realized I was now holding a sword that was in Mr. Johnson’s stomach.

“Attack!” he yelled as he turned into dust.

A bunch of big dogs appeared, and in desperation, I yelled, “STOP!”

With that, the dogs ran away like they were afraid. I laid on the ground and muttered, “What the hellhound?”