Jake's tombstone covered with flowers, elites in mass number rallied round the freshly dug grave; no one's weeping or sobbing, just mute. He was not close to them. He had a flower in his hand and the red ball covered in grease; thick blood drew a trail all the way to the tombstone like his body was dragged and smeared on the grass and stones.
The grave was alive, it was moving, the flower
Moved up and dropped lifelessly. The grave wasn't alive; something was digging its way out of the grave. As it dug it way outside, the elites spaced out create a way in the middle; they faced each other as they stood opposite direction.
A skeleton finally broke free, first it's radius and carpus then the humerus covered in a bit of rotten flesh. The eyeless skull forced its way, looking in the opposite direction. The bones made a rattling sound as the skull turned towards his direction. Its jawbone creaked then he heard Jake's voice coming out of the odd-looking bones without any sound pipe "you can't stop what's coming" growled "you will let me in."
The alarm rang loudly in his ear; he was late for school. Adam walked to his room, he heard Adam's shoe make the wooden board creak and having known he doesn't like to be kept waiting.
Alex made the first crazy move he could, grabbed a towel and dashed into the bathroom just in time before Adam reached his room. When he heard the door open, he called from the bathroom "I don't know what happened."
Adam was still pissed but knew he couldn't do anything. "Breakfast on the table, I out with the boys." He spoke. Alex heard the door closed and his footsteps receding; he finally had time to ponder his next actions. He knew that the entity is seeking freedom to roam freely in the physical realm but telling Jake he was going to die, and he eventually died would spark another difficult circumstance being that he would be questioned how he knew of his death. He may not be able to deny he is the catalyst. He showered quickly and put on a light blue shirt with black shorts then headed to the phone booth.
He heard Mr. Walker number on the day of his last visit, so he dialed the number. He waited on the dialing tone for him to pick but he didn't. He dialed the number again and after the fifth dial tone he picked, but he heard a lady's voice on the receiver's side.
"Hello, I want to speak with Mr. Walker" He demanded. He heard the lady say she would love to know who is on the line.
"It Alex, we met some weeks ago," he said almost gesturing in the phone booth. The person said he would not be able to pick up now before he got the chance to ask why; he got devastating news.
"Mr. Walker is dead." The lady on the receiver replied in a comforting tone "last night, heart attack, doctor's report"
He was destabilized at the spot, the lady on the receiver was still speaking to him, but he was lost in his thoughts, her voice squeaked through the receiver as she called out to him. He ended the call and went back home perplexed.
The dream became more real to him; he could reach out to Emma, but she already told him she was going out for two weeks. He was in a fix now, he started having crazy ideas filling his head, the ones that might put him in trouble.
He remembered he had a class in a few hours so, he got on a bus all the way to school. He sat by the left side not making any seated passenger inconvenient. He was visibly shaking till he got to school.
Walking through the school entrance hall, he was once more welcomed by the endless chatter of his academic threat, the elites. He was as a ghost, unnoticed, unconcerned too because he heard to be in class. He entered the class two minutes to start and got a disappointing stare from the teacher. When the teacher recognized he was not an elite, he became a forgotten topic immediately.
He picked up his seat at the back as usual and joined the class. He was concentrating on what was going on the board but the news of Mr. Walker's death and soon to be Jake death.
He felt sleepy, considering the fact he found the class boring, or he didn't understand some things, the special library may be of help at least. His eyes caught a flier under his table.
He picked it up, it was trampled by different feet, it had Jake picture on it. For the first time the school actually cared for, care is not the right word to use. There was a coming threat, so it is just a defensive measure to prevent the worst.
The feeling of playing with the entity was almost making sense to him at that moment. He could feel himself almost giving every piece of himself to the threat to take over as revenge. He was brightened up immediately, he saw an address on the flier, the hospital Jake was receiving treatment.
He overheard some students saying they would go and ask Jake further questions. Alex knew it might be dead before he could reach him; the entity fed on his loneliness and when it found him completely useless would go for another victim.
He had to get there before anyone else does; the elites would eventually drive down there. He looked outside and his eyes caught a bicycle. He heard them say they were going to get ice cream first. The opportunity showed up.