The Wrath of Bloody Mary
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Written by Jabarie Simpson
“Hey Lisa, are you going to the party tonight?” Lisa inquired.
“No way I hate those kinds of things, said Marcy.
“Oh, I see, so you’re staying in tonight with your fella?” Lisa said.
“Fella? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marcy said quizzically
“Your boyfriend,” said Lisa
“Umm… I don’t have one,” replied Marcy
Really, you don’t. then you’ve got to come with us tonight. Parties are a great way to meet guys,” said Lisa.
“I don’t really like mingling much and I don’t really want a guy,” Marcy argued.
“You sure it’s going to be fun,” argued Lisa.
“No, I’m fine, you go ahead,” said Marcy.
Marcy walked away clutching her purse, as she made her way to her dorm. Marcy had
meant what she had said. She really didn’t want a guy. In fact, she’d never even thought about it before now. As she made her way up the stairs of her building, she began to let her mind wander and before she knew it, she was lost in thought. “I guess a guy in my life wouldn’t be so bad. I’d have someone to hang out with and talk to and” …Marcy snapped out of her daydream wearing a flustered expression before admonishing herself and saying, “What are you thinking Marcy, you’re here to get an education and nothing else?” Marcy having finally made to her room, threw her bag on her bed before getting online to complete her most recent assignment. It was her Bio-chemistry class and she desperately needed an A+, so she got to work right away.
“What’s the answer to number 11? I’d better look it up.” As she went to look up the answers, she found herself perusing popular dating sites and reading Cosmopolitan Magazine articles. Before she knew it, she’d found herself in a bit of a rabbit hole. She looked up at the screen and noticed she’d typed “how to find a man” into the search bar. “Come on Marcy are you really that desperate?” Marcy thought. Her self-criticism aside she clicked the search button and before her lay a sea of links and URLs all with conflicting information. One site said be more feminine, others said flirt more and at the very bottom of the page sat a link that read “Find the Man You’ll Marry Now”
Marcy couldn’t help herself and reluctantly clicked the link. The linked brought Marcy to
an occult website that featured an extensive article on how women could meet the man of their
dreams. The page read “Meet Mary: The Answers to all your Anxiety and Crippling Loneliness”
Marcy read on intently hoping to find the secret to love. The article read:
“Are you anxious that you’ll never find love; well the solution is right in front of you. Literally. Simply grab a mirror and find a dimly lit room. Once you have your mirror and lighting in place chant the named Bloody Mary into the mirror three times and the face of your future husband will appear…”
“Bloody Mary?” Marcy said scratching her head. She has heard the name before, but
she’d never looked into it. Marcy knew that there was no way this could be real, but she couldn’t help but feel an urge to give it a try. Marcy walked to her wardrobe and grabbed the candles she kept in her wardrobe for special occasions. She’d always envisioned using them for a romantic candle lit evening with the man of her dreams, but this was close enough. So, she grabbed the candle and walked to her bathroom mirror. She lit the candles one by one, trying to convince herself that this was just an old urban legend but deep down she felt a strange uneasiness.After all the candles had been lit, she looked into the mirror and began the chant:
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary”
She paused at two and began to think maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. After all, she’d been single all this time, what harm could there be in just waiting for the right guy to come along? She took a deep breath hoping to calm down but instead took in the smell of the cinnamon apple candles she just lit. That sealed it. She thought damn it I deserve love too and looked into the mirror and said the third “Bloody Mary”. Frightened of what would happen she closed her eyes and stood there waiting for something to happen. For a while she didn’t hear anything, so she figured she’d open her eyes. There was nothing there and Marcy felt a strange relief that nothing had happened. “I knew it was just a legend,” she said as her voice cracked.
Marcy blew out the candles and went back to her room. She began working again, hoping to take her mind off of what had just happened, but before long she had fallen asleep. She woke up to a dark room. “I must have fallen asleep,” she thought as she checked the time on her phone. “I wish you were here” read the text she’d gotten from Lisa. Attached was a video of her dancing with some dreamy guy she’d seen around campus a couple of times. “Must be nice,” Marcy thought as she walked to the bathroom. As she approached the bathroom, she noticed a strange
light coming from the room. “I know I didn’t forget to turn out he light before I left,” said Marcy looking concerned. As she walked into the bathroom, she saw the candles she’d lit earlier were still lit. “That’s strange, I know I blew these out before I left,” Marcy thought feeling uneasy. Marcy blew out the candles and closed the bathroom door and began walking back to her room. As she made her way back to her room, she was stopped by a strange light glowing from underneath the bathroom door. Marcy slowly turned around to see the light coming from the bathroom yet again and was sure that she must still be dreaming. So, she rushed to the bathroom determined to get to the bottom of this phenomenon. Marcy pushed the door open, and blew out
the candles, and this time stood there to see what exactly was going on. Marcy stood there with her eyes locked on the candles and for a moment nothing happened. Marcy began to think that perhaps she was just bringing paranoid and she needed some more sleep, but as Marcy turned to leave the bathroom the candles caught fire once more. “This can’t be real Marcy thought as she turned to see the candles burning brightly. Marcy moved to blow them out, this time planning to drench them in water, but she couldn’t move. As Marcy stood in the bathroom, she was met by a chilling breeze that darkened the room. Marcy began shivering. Confused and in tears Marcy surveyed the room as a strong wind blew through. The door slammed shut behind her as she was thrown to the ground.
She now sat huddled in fear, afraid to look up. As she sat terrified, she heard a shrill
cracking sound and her eyes snapped open. She looked up to see her bathroom mirror, which now had several deep cracks going across it. Her personal items were now floating in the air as the ghostly shriek intensified. Marcy turned to the door hoping to escape but was stopped by the voice of an enraged woman.
“Retribution!” she yelled as she appeared in the broken mirror. Marcy turned to see a
withered figure of a woman. Her face was sunken in, her eyes black as coal, and she wore a look of deep sorrow. As she stood screeching from the mirror, her frayed dress bellowed in the ghostly smoke surrounding her. Marcy, now fearing for her life, bolted towards the door slamming it behind her. As she dashed down the stairs toward the door, she saw Lisa, who had just gotten back from the party.
“Lisa! You’ve got to get out of here. She might be coming,” Marcy shouted.
“What? What are you talking about?” asked Lisa.
“She’s here, she’s in the bathroom. I tried the ritual and now she’s here,” said Marcy frantically.
‘Slow down Marcy. Who is “she” and what ritual did you try? ‘said Lisa with a confused look.
“Bloody Mary. After you went to the party, I found this article online that said if I did the ritual then I could find my future husband, but it went wrong,” Marcy said frantically.
“Bloody Mary? You mean the old legend that kids do on Halloween? “Lisa said with a look of skepticism.
“I know it sounds far-fetched but she’ real and she’s in our bathroom,” Marcy explained.
“Marcy you’re being silly. I’m going inside,” Lisa said making her way up the stairs. Marcy
grabbed her arm pleading for her not to go inside but Lisa kept walking undeterred by Marcy’s raving. As Lisa reached the room door Marcy waited outside refusing to go in.
“Marcy you can’t stay out here all night. There’s much worse things on campus on a Saturday night than urban legends,” Lisa argued.
“No, I can’t go back in there. She’ll get me. She said she wanted retribution.” Marcy cried.
“What if I checked the bathroom? Would you come inside then?” asked Lisa.
“You can’t what if she’s still there?” Lisa cried.
“I think I’ll be fine,” Lisa said doubtful of Marcy’s story.
Lisa entered the dorm room and made her way down the hall towards the bathroom. As
she came to the bathroom, she saw a dim light shining from underneath the door. Curious about what it could be, she slowly pushed the door open and looked inside. She was greeted with the smell of apples and cinnamon as it filled her nose. Other than the four candles that sat burning on the sink, nothing seemed out of order. She blew them out and went to check on Marcy.
“Hey Marcy, I checked the bathroom there’s nothing in there.” Lisa said turning the corner.
“What? You didn’t notice the shattered mirror?” said Marcy wearing a look of terror.
The mirror is perfectly fine Marcy, just calm down,” Lisa said ushering Marcy back into
the dorm room. Lisa guided Marcy towards the bathroom so she could see for herself (Marcy resisting the whole way). As the two approached the bathroom, Lisa pushed the door open.
“See Marcy there’s nothing to worry about,” Lisa assured her. Marcy examined the bathroom and saw no signs of Bloody Mary. The mirror had gone back to normal; all of her belongings were positioned neatly in their original places and there was not so much as a breeze in the bathroom. It was as if nothing had happened at all.
“Are you sure it was like this when you came in here to check?” Marcy asked.
“Pretty much, I did notice you left some candles burning in here, but I blew them out for you,”
Lisa said, happy that Marcy had calmed down a bit.
“The candles were lit?” Marcy said with a deadpan expression.
“Yeah, but it’s no big deal. You were probably just a bit tired and forgot to blow them out,” Lisa said waving off the situation.
“No Lisa I know they were out; the wind blew them out went she appeared,” said Marcy.
‘And when you say “she” you mean Bloody Mary,’ Lisa said slightly irritated at Marcy’s antics.
“Yes. I’m telling you she’s real and she was here,” Marcy urged.
“Marcy you’re being ridiculous, this is nothing but an old urban legend and if you’re going to keep acting like this then I’m going to have to prove you wrong,”Lisa said.
“I hope you’re not saying what I think you’re saying,” Marcy said with a look of dread.
“I’ll do the little ritual and prove to you that this is nothing more than a case of your overactive imagination,”
“Lisa I’m begging you don’t do it, she’s real” Marcy cried.
“Nothing’s gonna happen Marcy,” Lisa assured Marcy.
“Yes, it will, she’ll come back,” Marcy retorted.
“Trust me Marcy, you’re just paranoid. I’ll do the little ritual, and nothing is gonna happen. You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to,” Lisa said discounting Marcy’s fears.
“No If she does come back, I can’t leave you in there on your own,” Marcy said as her voice cracked.
The two girls lit the candles one by one. Marcy felt the same uneasiness that she felt the
first time as she again tried to convince herself that this was just an old urban legend.
After all the candles had been lit the 2 girls looked into the mirror, this time Lisa began the chant:
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary”
After the third Bloody Mary Lisa looked to Marcy.
“See nothing happened,” Lisa said assuredly.
“It didn’t happen right away last time either, I took a nap and when I came back, she arrived,”Marcy said.
“So how long do we have to wait here to prove that nothings gonna happen?” Lisa asked. “I don’t—,”
Marcy was interrupted by a chilling breeze that darkened the room. Lisa turned to Marcy with a look of confusion.
“I’m sure it’s just a draft” Lisa said.
As the two locked eyes frost began to form over the mirror. Before the two girls knew it, they could see their breath in the air.
“Are you messing with me Marcy? If you are it’s not funny,” Lisa said with a look of distress.
“I wish I was,” Marcy said as she began to recall her last encounter with Bloody Mary. As the frost spread, it covered the entire mirror and for a moment the room was silent.
Then the two girls were met with a bloodcurdling shriek. The shriek left the two girls paralyzed as a deep crack spread across the mirror. Then she appeared. “Retribution!” she yelled as she again appeared in the broken mirror. Lisa turned to see the withered figure of a woman that
Marcy had seen just moments earlier. Her face was sunken in, her eyes black as coal, and she wore a look of wrath. As she stood screeching from the mirror her frayed dress bellowed in the ghostly smoke surrounding her. Only this time something seemed off. The air seemed tighter, the aura more sinister, and the feeling of fear intensified. She locked eyes with Marcy as if she’d remembered their last interaction then turned her gaze to Lisa. The apparition screeched and reached out toward Lisa. Marcy looked on in horror. This wasn’t the same Bloody Mary she seemed different. As she reached towards Lisa, she began to exit the mirror and enter the world of the living. As she did so, she grabbed Lisa and began pulling her towards the mirror.
“Marcy help me,” Lisa howled.
Marcy tried to help but her fear outweighed her courage; all she could do was watch. Lisa screamed as she was dragged through the mirror.
“Retribution!” Bloody Mary bellowed as she pulled Lisa into the mirror.
“Marcy Please!” Lisa beckoned as she was pulled further into the mirror.
But there was no hope for her now Bloody Mary had all but taken her. As the last of Lisa was pulled into the mirror, Bloody Mary disappeared, and the bathroom returned to normal. Just as before Bloody Mary left no signs of having ever been there save for the disappearance of Lisa. The four candles that had illuminated the room during the ritual ignited one final time before quickly extinguishing. Marcy lay collapsed on the floor of the dark bathroom devastated by what had just happened. She knew she’d done nothing when Lisa needed her most and was haunted by the image of Lisa’s crying face as Bloody Mary took her away. What had begun as a moment of weakness and longing for companionship devolved into the loss of a dear friend. Let this serve as a cautionary tale to all those who look to trifle with powers beyond their control. Take heed and beware The Legend of Bloody Mary.
James had always been a kid that stuck to himself. He was sarcastic, brutally honest, fiercely private, and smart as a whip, a combination that seemed to be the perfect formula for a life of solitude. Of course, that suited James just fine (more out of necessity than preference) given his nature and less than graceful skills at navigating social situations. His winning personality coupled with his lanky scarecrow like appearance and often serious demeanor seemed to give most people the impression that he was either perpetually dissatisfied or constipated. However, in truth, James was the exact opposite. He was prone to flights of whimsy, quite kind, and enjoyed regular bowel movements. Still it seemed that despite his best intentions he was doomed to a life of solitude even now as he was poised to leave his adolescence behind and enter the world of adulthood.
“James do you have a girlfriend?” a curvaceous young lady asked pensively as they both exited the gymnasium.
“Nope,” replied James as he so often did, in hopes of ending the conversation as quickly as possible
“Why?” asked the pensive young lady.
You ask too many damn questionsthought James. But airing on the side of his better judgement replied, “I’m not in a rush to find anyone” (which was partly true) in his usual nonchalant tone.
Having gathered the information she wanted to hear, the pensive young lady departed. Meanwhile, James moved through the school corridors dejectedly with his backpack over his right shoulder as he always did. Suddenly he was awakened from his daze by his sudden realization of what had just happened.
“Was she hitting on me? No couldn’t be. Well James let’s not sell yourself short you’re an attractive young man with plenty to offer. You’re funny, above average height, hell you’ve even got a dimple. You’re a triple threat,” thought James as he pondered the possibility of his potential love interest.
Having now convinced himself he would have to now deal with flocks of rabid fangirls given the awakening of his aura of raw sexual energy, he allowed his head to swell. In truth, this wasn’t the first time a girl had shown interest in James. In fact, many girls had found him attractive; the problem was his general obliviousness to their advances. Now satisfied with himself James departed to his next class.
“James!” shouted a busty young woman in a comically baritone voice.
“Cheyenne” replied James in his usual mono-toned voice.
“How are you?” replied Cheyenne.
“I’m doing pretty much the same as I was when I saw you yesterday but thanks for the interest in the happenings of my daily life. How are you doing?” replied James only half serious.
As Cheyenne commenced talking about her well-being, James found himself thinking about the pensive young lady with whom he’d spoken earlier and thought “hmm she was cute…and thick too maybe I should talk to her.”
By the time James returned to reality Cheyenne had finished her story and their teacher had begun the day’s lesson on WWII. However, having already learned the material, James simply fixed his eyes to the slowly rotating hand of the wall clock above his instructor until the end of the period. It wasn’t long after that, freedom rang from the from the foothills of the Freshman building to the rocky tables of the Cafeteria and he could shout “free of class, free of class, thank God almighty we’re free of class.”
Of course, this elation was short lived as James shuffled on to his next class. This time it was secretarial work. Having already met his credit requirement he was allowed to spend a free period assisting the school counselors.
“Hey Miss Graves, what’s good!” said James as he made his way into the cramped office .
Within the cramped space sat 3 smaller offices of differing counselors assigned to various function within each grade level. James made his way toward the back-left corner greeting his favorite counselor Ms. Graves and then returned to the front of the office and took his seat in an old desk chair at the front of the office. As he began to spin back and forth in the chair in hopes of alleviating his boredom, the door suddenly opened. It was another young woman from his P.E class, whom he avoided as a rule on account of her body odor. She approached the desk and asked if her counselor was in. He backed away but then remembered his job.
“What’s your last name?” asked James hoping to handle the matter as professionally as possible.
“Lewis,” Responded the young women in her loud nasally voice.
“Okay. Your counselor is Mrs. Raineer she’s not in right now, but you can have a seat in the chairs behind you until she returns.” said James dutifully.
As James returned to his chair and commenced his spinning, he saw the young women over the counter and began to regret his decision to ask her to have a seat. With each passing moment James began to think of how this moment would be significantly better if he had been alone. Just as James had begun to lament his fate, he found deliverance in the form of that familiar chime signaling the start of the next class period, it was gym.
As the next class began James trudged into gym class half-asleep as he so often did. He absent-mindedly moved across the gymnasium, making his way towards the locker room. As he did so he passed the array of classmates which in his not so humble opinion had all begun to blur together. Strangely enough, his eye was drawn to one of the faces among the amalgam of what he considered unremarkable. As he snuck a glance, he noticed the face to be the inquisitive young lady from the other day. After a moment, the young lady’s eyes met his gaze and realizing what he’d been doing all this time James continued into the locker room.
After exiting the locker room James made his way to his usual spot on the bleachers as he waited for the day’s activities to commence. Shortly after, their gym teacher announced in a voice that was the auditory equivalent of sandpaper that the class would be playing a modified form football. The rules stipulated that the ball carrier would only be allowed to take two steps, after which they’d have to throw the ball to a teammate this would continue until a touchdown or turnover occurred. The teacher asked for two team captains as he passed out blue and red jerseys. At this point James attempted to avoid his teacher’s gaze; he hated unwarranted attention. Unfortunately, James was selected as a captain and was now burdened with the task of choosing a team from the motley crew of students available (most of which would not participate). As he did so he perused the crowd for individuals who he believed satisfied the requirements of athleticism coupled with a bearable personality.
“I’ll take Kayla,” said James as he smirked inwardly.
She moved forward and stood behind him. All the while James stood glassy eyed contemplating his next move. It wasn’t until his gym teacher, Coach Stackhouse, shouted at him to make his next pick that James awoke from his daze. Slightly frightened and irritated by Coach Stackhouse’s interruption of his thoughts, James flashed the middle-aged man a cross glance. Having already achieved his primary purpose, James simply began randomly selecting teammates. Shortly after, Coach Stackhouse lined the two teams up on the opposing baselines of the gymnasium and blew his whistle signaling the start of the game. James suddenly realized the terrible selections he had made and looked at his team. He immediately began to chastise himself for not using the proper head when selecting his team.
“Well I suppose it can’t be helped now,” James said internally monologuing . While James was certainly no athlete, he had always had a measure of athleticism, something he hoped would serve him well in today’s trials. As he took the football in hand to do what could best be described as snapping the football, he took 2 elongated steps in hopes of minimizing the amount of time his teammates would have the ball. Having taken the 2 permitted steps, he was forced to pass the ball. He looked around and realized he had in his moment of sin selected Nico. Nico was a tall young man with an athletic build and an average level of coordination so seeing no other palatable option he cocked back and let the small foam football sail through the stale gymnasium air. As the pass wobbled through the air James stood with bated breath as Nico, seeing the incoming pass, prepared himself to receive it. However, as the ball moved through the air it was met by a sudden impediment in the form of one of many low hanging industrial lights. As the ball bounced off the light it made its way down toward the gymnasium floor with renewed velocity. Whether by divine providence or devilish intervention the ball barreled downward until it found its place of rest atop Kayla’s head. Kayla unsuspecting, and devoid of any reflexes to speak of, keeled over from the impact and came to rest on the ground in a sort of prone position.
James looked on struggling to hold back tears, as the laughter began to creep from his lips. In an effort to preserve the fledgling relationship, James did the only thing he knew to do in such a situation. After a brief pause, he looked to Nico and shouted
“What the hell man?” hoping to sound as sincere as possible.
Nico looked on in horror as if he’d actually been responsible for Kayla’s low state. James began to nod disapprovingly at Nico hoping to escape blame. He began admonishing Nico for his “role” in the incident. Building off the situation, James ran to Kayla’s aid asking if she was okay.
“I’m fine,” she said looking visibly upset.
James thought to himself, “there’s no way she could have seen that I was the one that hit her, hell she didn’t even see the ball coming.” James having done his due diligence simply helped the young women up as Coach Stackhouse blew the whistle signaling that the game had commenced once more. The game continued for the remainder of the class and through some miracle James’ team actually managed to win.
After the class had concluded James spoke with Kayla about how Nico had so inconsiderately hit her with a football. Amazingly Kayla hadn’t put two and two together so seizing the opportunity James made his move.
“Hey Kayla, do you wanna do something this weekend?” James asked quickly.
James had never been the kind to put himself out there and in truth he’d even surprised himself in asking Kayla out. However, James’ risk was rewarded as Kayla blushed and let out a timid “Okay”.
“What do you wanna do?” asked James, totally unaware of what he’d just signed up for.
“We can hang out with my friends; we were planning to do something this weekend anyway,” Kayla said self-satisfied.
James quickly agreed given he hadn’t thought far enough ahead to even plan a date. And so, the date was set in just a few short hours James would go on his first real date. As time passed, James grew more and more uneasy. He began to think about the possibility that perhaps he wasn’t as good with the fairer sex as his delusions led him to believe. However, James’ trepidation would have to wait. Before he knew it, the appointed time had come, and Kayla and her friends had arrived to pick him up and embark on a night to remember.
“HEY JAMES!” shouted a nasally voice from a quickly approaching white minivan.
“Hey Natalia,” said James as he commented on the minivan.
The van was packed. Amongst the inhabitants were: Brian, a short stocky young man whom James had met in his homeroom., Natalia, Kayla’s best friend, her boyfriend Kenny and Beverly a portly young woman James had met in his 10th grade English class. As James took a seat, he was greeted by a sea of salutations to which he gave a singular “sup” and shifted his focus to Kayla. As the two sat canoodling, a sudden ringing interrupted their trance like state. Brian answered the phone and shortly after a look of dread crept across his face. Having seen his distressed countenance Kayla began questioning him.
“What’s wrong?” Kayla asked.
“It’s Ebony apparently she’s pregnant” said Brian visibly upset. The air drained from the packed minivan.
“Who?” said James with a look of confusion
“Ebony,” responded Natalia. “she’s a girl from school. I think she’s in the class under us. But between me and you she’s kind of a free spirit if you know what I mean.” James starred at Natalia for a moment as the gears in his head worked to make sense of what he’d just heard. The car had gotten quiet as the passengers all fixed their eyes on James awaiting his response. Suddenly James broke the silence with a loud exclamation.
“Ohhh…she’s a ho!” James said having put the pieces together.
“I was trying not to say that but yes,” said Natalia laughing.
“Well if that’s the case that may not even be your problem my man,” said James, laughing. The car got quiet again as they all looked at James. Things started to get a bit awkward, so James decided to break the silence the best way that he knew how.
“Well what do you want to do man” said James trying to look as serious as possible.
“Man, she’s lying,” said Brian hoping to convince himself.
“That’s basically what I just said!” said James still hoping to explain his previous statement.
“Here you talk to her Kayla,” said Brian hoping to rid himself of the situation.
Kayla, having had a prior history with Ebony, took this opportunity to antagonize Ebony as best she could. She began raining down insults and questioning her womanly virtue. James looked on in horror. The situation began to quickly break-down and before Brian could make sense of the chaos, he’d received yet another frantic call. This time it was his cousin Amber.
“Brian there’s someone outside the house,” said Amber with a palpable sense of dread.
“What!” said Brian.
Naturally, Brian decided to assist his cousin and the minivan altered its course for Brian’s home. As the minivan slowly crept near Brian’s home a black Chrysler 300 could be seen lurking on the opposite side of the street. Brian called Amber and told her he was outside. Amber quickly ran to meet Brian as both Brian and James stepped out.
“What the hell’s going on?” shouted Brian.
James sat quietly behind Brian hoping to glean a bit more information from their conversation.
“That black Chrysler has been sitting here for 2 hours just watching the house” said Amber trying not to make any obvious gestures toward the vehicle.
Upon hearing Amber’s concerns, Brian decided to take the direct approach. Brian moved towards the vehicle hellbent on finding some answers. James grabbed him before he could move any closer to the vehicle, hoping to convince him to move with a bit more prudence.
Maybe you shouldn’t just rush a suspicious vehicle,” said James calmly
Man, he’s not gonna do anything. He just trying to scare us
That’s a fair point but what if he’s not,” said James trying to be as logical as possible.
“Look man, I ain’t no punk so, either let me go or back me up,” said Brian as he shook from James’ grip.
“Alright man, I got your 6. Just be careful,” said James feeling uneasy.
“Thanks man,” Brian said with a smile
Brian approach the car slowly with James in toe. As they inched closer Kayla and Brianna could be seen peeking from the minivan. Amber could be seen through a small slit in the blinds and Natalia and Kenny sat arguing over in the backseat of the minivan over who would lay claim to the last remaining window.
“Aye man, what are you doing?” shouted Brian having finally reached the black Chrysler.
“You Brian” said the man in the Chrysler unflinchingly
“Wait,” said James before being interrupted by Brian.
“Yeah!” shouted Brian even more furious this time.
The man in the Chrysler slowly raised his hand as he clutched a small pistol. Both Brian and James turned deathly pale. As the man took aim, both Brian and James darted in opposite directions. As the bullets rang out. The girls watched in horror as they sat in the minivan. All that could be heard were the screams of Amber still watching at the window of her home and the screech of the tires as the black Chrysler 300 sped away from the scene. The street was silent. As James looked around to survey the situation, he looked to see if anyone had been hit, it seemed as if everyone had managed to make it out of the ordeal without a scratch. The minivan let out a collective sigh as Brian and Amber hugged one another thankful for their lives. Meanwhile James smiled a half smile as he collapsed to the ground.