Sorry for the wait, guys. A lot's been going on in my life so I haven't had time to submit it. Anyway, here's chapter 3.
During this chapter, I have changed from one protagonist to 2 points of view. Both characters will write in first person but I'll separate their parts clearly. Also, the second character writes in present tense whereas the first uses past. As always, enjoy and leave me some feedback if you have any.
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"Let the fun begin."
You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Ryan was crouched at the end of the bed. I slowly pulled up my shorts. No one said it - we were all thinking it.
We. Are. Fucked.
No one apart from me had moved a muscle. Everyone rigid in their position, upright, eyes darting in their sockets. The bomb would detonate, we just didn't know when. It had been an eternity since those ominous words were uttered and yet in real time, less than a minute had passed.
Slowly, Ryan shifted his weight to his knees and climbed off the bed. He was aiming for the window, possibly to jump out. Suddenly he was thrown back and a ball of orange light appeared, illuminating the dark room with its intensity. I watched in horror as the creature from earlier this night appeared, grinning. It turned to Sara, snarling. She gasped and pressed herself to the far corner of the bed, petrified.
The being spoke again in a thick voice. When it spoke, its skin moved like PVA glue, melting into each sentence. In one word, it was horrifying. "I don't look that scary, do I?" It chuckled darkly. "I can take many forms."
With that, its features began to shimmer and suddenly it morphed into a naked, bony male in his late 20's, with piercing blue eyes and almost-white hair, flopped in front of his eyes. I watched it with morbid fascination, curious as to how it did that.
He turned to me, his voice altered slightly now. "I know you will be comfortable with this shape."
I shuddered, repulsed at his remark. He inhaled and immediately shot to about 6ft. He squeezed his eyes close and muscles rippled and tugged through his skin, forming slightly bulging biceps and abs. With another inhale, he spun and donned himself with a pair of jeans and a plain black T. His feet were left uncovered, with no shoes or socks. When he finished the transformation, he stopped and stared down at himself smugly.
I glared at him. He looked up and grinned at me as I did this.
"You're still a demon!" I screamed at him in a fit of rage. "You almost forced yourself on me! I don't care if we summoned you - you are a piece of SHIT!" I hurled a pillow at him, seething. He laughed at my reaction while the others stared at me in amazement. I leapt off the bed and fisted his chest, shouting obscenities. He caught my wrists quickly and held them to his hard chest, looming above me. I struggled against his grip, tugging away from his grasp.
"Leave my house now. I rescind my invitation. Good BYE." I growled, wrenching myself away from him fiercely. He let me go as I staggered back and fell onto my bed. I sat back up. "Stay the fuck away from me and my friends." I gasped.
Ryan leapt over to me and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I leaned into his chest, gripping his forearms tightly, shivering madly. The creature groaned and vanished suddenly, leaving the room in darkness. I didn't know if he was coming back. I didn't care.
"Everyone get out now." I barked.
Daniel wrenched the door open and dived for the stairs. We raced after him. Everyone shoved and clamboured down the steps. Jake stumbled into me and I yelped falling to the bottom and landing on top of Connor. It caused a pile up and everyone ended up in a heap at the bottom of the steps, trapped between each other. I wrenched my limbs free from the mess and ran to the door. I opened the vestibule door and shrieked. He was there. I slammed the door and ran for the back door, leaping over my struggling friends.
"The key - where the fuck is the key?" I yelled, scrabbling around the door blindly. I found it on the counter and jammed it into the door, wrenching it open.
"COME ON!" I screamed to my friends who were still fumbling on the floor. I found Sara's flailing arm and yanked her out, pushing her through the door. Next I grabbed Jake and shoved him through too. The others quickly righted themselves and raced through the door, following me through.
Sara yanked the ginnel door bolt, hyperventilating.
"I can't - I can't open it." She cried. I shoved past Jake and pressed myself to the door, gritting my teeth as I jammed my weight into the bolt.
"He's coming." Connor yelled as I threw my weight against it. I groaned and pressed my palms against it. The door swung open. I raced down the ginnel, pressing my arms against the walls. Kicking the last door open, it swung sharply and fell off the hinges. I raced into the street, begging my friends to hurry.
"Get to the park. Hurry!" I ordered and ran down the dark street, almost barefoot. I ran as fast as my legs would take me then as I reached the playground I stopped abruptly, leaning against the railing to catch my breath. The others soon caught up and did the same, wheezing.
"Nat, we've got no fucking shoes on!" Sara exclaimed.
I stared at her incredulously. "Do you really think I give a damn right now?"
Daniel wheezed against the railing. "We're in some deep shit now, aren't we?" He asked rhetorically. I glanced up at him and nodded wordlessly. He held his head in his hands, muttering softly. I think he was praying. I was surprised at that - he was a strict Atheist. Or so he claimed.
I opened the rusty gate and stepped onto the park, strolling towards the swings. I sat down heavily, sighing. The park was eerie at night, particularly considering what was coming after us. In this moment, I missed my parents.
But how would they know what to do? They didn't even believe Ouija boards were real - strict Atheists, like Daniel. If I tried to explain what had happened tonight, they'd take me to the police station and the mental asylum, in that order. I couldn't risk that. Either that or they'd assume that we'd taken something.
Hell, that's what everyone would think. And who could blame them? It didn't sound very credible. Ouija boards are considered a kids novelty toy by most people. What was I supposed to do? I leant back against the swing and kicked my feet out, starting a gentle swing. If I was religious, I would've prayed to a deity. I think I'm past the point of being saved by Jesus or Allah now. I scoffed out loud.
"You looked pretty lonely here - figured I'd join you." Ryan remarked. I shrugged and leant back on the swing softly rocking it back and forth. I leaned my head on the side of the swing, blinking gently. There was an awkward silence.
My mind drifted back to what happened earlier that night. "I guess things are different between us now then" Not quite wanting an answer. I sat up, putting my hands in my lap and turning my head towards him.
He readjusted himself and twisted the swing slightly so his feet were pointing towards me. "You know I care about you. I always have." He paused to clear his throat. "I don't want things to be weird now. We're still mates. I'm not going to jeopardise our friendship group."
He took my hand. "If we make it through tonight, I promise you that it'll be better next time." He grinned at me. "To be continued?"
