How had it come to this?
The young man hadn’t expected that this would be the end of the night that was supposed to be one of fun. He had heard of the bonfire from a few people that he met during his daytime job. He hadn’t thought about going, there was plenty of other parties and fun things to do in the city then freeze his ass off around a fire. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he had to go. There was something that was just pulling him.
That should have been the first clue.
But instead he went along, deciding that at worst he would get bored and leave. After all , he was a guy who’s night time job was raising the dead…what really could be exciting about a bonfire? Unfortunately he couldn’t bring his car up from New Orleans when he moved, the lack of actual money for the most part. But he could find a way there. Walking primarily with a few rides here and there.
As the night progressed though, a sense of dread started to settle in his chest. A darkness pulled at him, almost like when he felt the dead calling him. But that was impossible, everyone there was alive and well. Pushing it to the back of his mind as just nervous over new people, Ash continued his chatting and laughing with others.
Then it all erupted in chaos as Satan worshipers appeared with weapons of all shapes and sizes, forcing people to the ground and threatening them. They were going to kill them all. And Ash suddenly knew why he had been drawn to that place.
He was a Necromancer, and the dead called to him. More like screamed at them. They begged and screamed at him to bring them back. Most of the time he could ignore it, but sometimes his abilities pulled him without his knowledge.
In an instant though, there was a chance to run…and he took it along with a few others. He followed close behind another girl, but to the left. He ran desperately, trying to get away. But with every few moments he felt another death scream out at him. He could feel those teens that he had just met and laughed with die a horrible death, as if it was his own. But still… he kept running.
Then the bullets started flying, one scrapping past his arm causing a deep gouge in his arm. He stumbled as he was hit , dodging into a cluster of trees, just as the girl hit the water and started swimming. Ash quickly hid watching in avid horror about what was happening.
Now he watched as she floated in the water , blood pooling at the surface of the lake as she laid on her back. He shook with the effort it took to hold back from getting her, but if he did….he would be shot next. And unlike her he couldn’t swim to get as far as she did…he didn’t know how.
But he could feel her, or rather he would of felt her death. He didn’t though. She was alive…weak and fading but alive. And he couldn’t get her out…but he could get someone who would. ”I’m sorry…” he whispered softly starring at her before taking a deep breath.
And he started to run, not bothering being quiet he ran close to the lake edge where she was so they would see him but unable to reach. He knew he had to get away to get her help, but he also could lure them after him to give her extra chance maybe to pull through.