Four high school students encounter an evil spirit. Thoroughly cliched and hopelessly derivative.
The flame steadily grew in size while Natalie, Vanessa, and Mikhail stared at it. Chadworth, on the other hand, was absorbed in scratching out some calculations in the ashes.
He got up and paced back and forth. “I have been studying quantum physics, and I do believe I may have stumbled upon a theory as to how these two dimensions overlap one another—I just need a little more time to solve the riddle—you see, it’s the quarks—and—and—a new type of proton—and time—yes, time—”
Gusts of wind suddenly ripped through, and out of the growing flame spewed thick, sinister clouds. This, then, was the source of the evil that had plagued them all for two weeks.
Vanessa was laughing.
“Ha! It’s too late, Chad! You three are screwed!”
Mikhail watched the flame, his face entirely unemotional. Yes, it was over for all of them. All of the pain, the absurdity, the meaninglessness, all of it would end now. It was fitting that he need only stand there and do nothing.
The voice spoke. “I am waiting for the sacrifice.”
Natalie was crying and squeezing Mr. Squeaks. “I don’t want to die!”
Vanessa looked around at her and the others. “Um, well, you’re going to die! As soon as I—as we—as I—”
“Yes, Vanessa, what are you going to do?” Chadworth demanded. “What are you going to do, pick up a former football player with one hand and hoist him onto the altar?”
She pulled on her lip with her long, fake nail. “I—um—”
“I am impatient,” the spirit demanded, “Who will go first?”
Vanessa continued, “This is all your fault! If you only called me the day after then none of this would have happened!”
“I had to go to work!”
“You never had a job!”
Chadworth stepped forward towards her. “I should just push you and be done with this shit!”
Vanessa gasped and backed up. “No! None of you will push me!” She was pointing at Natalie: “Her—push her!”
Mikhail shook his head at her. “None of us are getting out alive, Vanessa, including you. Because it’ll take you last.”
“That isn’t true! I was promised—”
“This spirit only destroys,” someone said. The four of them looked around. The voice did not come from anyone’s mouth, yet everyone heard it in their minds.
Natalie held out Mr. Squeaks, who was standing up totally still, paws curled to his chest.
“It feeds on hate.”
It was impossible to know how, but it was clearly Mr. Squeaks who spoke.
“You’ll get no power.”
Natalie cried, “Listen to Mr. Squeaks! He’s telling you not to do it!”
“It wants you all to die,” Mr. Squeaks communicated. “Don’t help it.”
“Then we’re all screwed!” Vanessa shouted. She laughed a cruel and desperate laugh.
During this exchange, Mikhail studied Natalie—her faded green hair, her face stained with dirty tears as she held Mr. Squeaks tightly to her cheek. He met her terrified eyes, and remembered himself as a boy, cringing in fear of his bastard father. A wave of self-loathing passed through him. But perhaps he could redeem himself in a moment, with a single act. What would his father say about him then? Did it matter?
“No, we’re not all screwed,” Mikhail replied, looked at Natalie for the last time, and threw himself into the fire, which was immediately extinguished.
The last gasp of the rushing wind tore through the minds of Natalie, Chad, and Vanessa and everything went black as their bodies surged through time and space.
shitty first drafts, guys, shitty first drafts. please tell me what you think the point is so I know if I got it across or not.