Page 24 of Hell's Fear

We all advanced and wondered what was next.

Chapter Five.

Team Four:Fanatic, Shee and Sallie,(Hellfire).Ezra and Dana(Rage).London(Hawthorne’s).Bobby Lucas(RCPD).Trip(Unwanted Bastards).

Fanatic.

My mother and her zany ideas. I was twenty-seven and resigned to Mum being a Halloween addict.

Sadly, I had mixed memories of Halloween. My earliest was being about four and Mum and Dad dressing me as Spiderman and taking me trick or treating in England. I remembered Halloween celebrations up until Dad died. That was followed by five years of misery when the asshole Mum married wouldn’t let us out. Once we hit America, Halloween restarted as a holiday.

Those miserable times were etched into my brain. It didn’t matter what happened or how many we celebrated, the holidays that we didn’t celebrate were always in the back of my mind. Same with Jodie. The younger three didn’t remember—or so Ihoped. The pain from losing Dad and the confusion Drake had caused remained fresh.

Drake had shocked me with how he treated me as his own. Now, my legal name was Micah Barrett-Michaelson, although I was known as Michaelson.

I was damn lucky.

Drake was the type of person that took on a bunch of kids who needed a father figure and loved them.

Without a doubt, I still adored Justin, my bio dad, and would always miss the hole he left in my youth. I’d never forget the pain we suffered after Dad’s death, but I didn’t blame him for that. Life was what we made it. That’s the lesson Mum had taught and one I lived by.

“Hey, you okay? You were lost in thoughts there,” Shee muttered.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, dragging myself from my daydreams as we entered the room. “Well, this looks fun.”

Within a dark area, there was a table positioned in the middle. A light like one you’d find in an operating theatre faintly illuminated the area. The table was big enough for several of us to stand around.

As we approached, lights glowed more brightly, and I cocked my head.

“What the hell?” I asked, confused.

The table held a large maze, with a figure in the middle. The maze looked like an old-fashioned hospital, and I frowned at it. Glass covered the entire thing, and we couldn’t touch the items underneath.

Ezra tried tilting the table, but that didn’t work.

“I don’t understand,” Dana said, puzzled.

“We’re meant to move the figurine, but how?” London asked.

“I’ve seen this before on a TV show. We need to find magnets,” Trip replied, peering around.

Everyone dispersed and began looking in the lockers and in the trunks that were randomly scattered. After a few minutes of searching, I discovered a magnet.

“Got one!” I said and handed it over to Sallie.

“Am I doing this?” she asked, a little surprised.

“Why not?” Bobby Lucas inquired.

“Good question. Go on babe,” Shee said, encouraging his wife. Sallie took one look at the floor and tossed the magnet to the nearest person, which was Bobby.

“Hell no, I’m not crawling under a table,” she stated and made shooing motions for Bobby to move.

Bobby rolled his eyes but complied.

“Somebody tell me when this thing starts to move,” Bobby said as he kept moving the magnet around to find the middle of the table.

“There, you’re on it, Bobby,” I called out as the figure jolted.

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