Page 49 of Haunting Phantom
He ignores me, fists clenching as he fights to keep his tongue.
“Just tell us what to do, Prez. We got your back,” Phantom states, even though fear flashes in his eyes.
“No! Please, stop this. You can’t go. I won’t let you. I can’t let you—”
But my cries for a cease fire fall on deaf ears. The Elm Street Riders didn’t want this war, but now that it’s on their doorstep, they won’t back down. They’re either going to win the fight, or everything they’ve built will go up in smoke.
Phantom takes a deep breath as he stands crouched down just outside the Misfit’s clubhouse with a gun in his hand, sweat dripping down his brow in sheets. None of them are prepared for what’s about to happen, and I feel helpless.
A young kid stands just outside the door, but nobody notices him. He’s blending into the shadows, his eyes haunted and lost. He blinks a few times before noticing me hovering near Phantom, and smirks.
“You know they are waiting for them, right?”he shouts from the doorway.
“Huh?”
He inches closer, his face fully coming into view in the moonlight, a single gunshot wound taking up most of his forehead.“The Misfits. They’re prepared to attack, and know they’re coming.”
Fuck.It’s just as I expected; my guts never wrong.
The way his smile spreads makes me feel so uneasy.“I’ve been waiting for this moment for years,”he states, rubbing his hands together vigorously.
“What do you have against the Elm Street Riders?”
His laugh is filled with conviction and hate as he points to his face.“That bastard Drac did this to me,”he growls.“All of them deserve to die.”
The words hit harder than they should, fear consuming me.
“I’m not going to let you hurt them.”
He laughs evilly.“It’s too late, sweetheart.”His head motions to Voorhees, who’s seconds away from smashing down their door. Before he can, the first shot rings out, barely missing him as the wood of the door splinters and reveals a giant hole.
“Fuck! It’s a trap, everybody, scramble,” Voorhees shouts, just as the Misfits throw open the door, and appear from behind buildings with their guns drawn and firing.
A bullet whizzes by Phantom’s head, just as another nicks Krampus in the shoulder.
“Goddamn it,”he swears. “We’re fucking outnumbered.”Krampus clutches his shoulder, but lets off a clean shot that goes right through one of their member’s heads.
His soul springs up a few seconds later, blinking like he’s awakening for the first time.“Shit, did I just die?”
The other Misfit ghost appears before him and sticks a finger through the hole in his chest.“Yup. You’re dead. Just like me. Just like her.”He motions to me, but I’m too busy worrying about Phantom to really care. They can’t hurt me, not really.
Not unless they somehow hurt Phantom.
That big biker and the girl from the other day, sneak out the back. He pushes her towards a car that’s already started and waiting for them.
The bastard! He’s not even a true biker. Who the fuck chooses a car instead of a motorcycle for a getaway?
“Arturo’s getting away!” Drac yells, moving towards where he’s trying to stuff the girl in the vehicle.
“Wesley, help!” she screams right before he cracks her across the face, knocking her unconscious.
Voorhees moves like a fucking linebacker, blowing his way through Misfit fire as he races after her. “Poppy!” he screams just as the door slams and the car takes off, the bastard getting away. He opens fire, blowing out the car’s back window but missing whoever is driving.
Another shot rings out, and it tings above Voorhees' head, forcing him and the others to take cover behind the clubhouse building. It’s the only cover they got, but something feels off. It feels like they’re corralling them, controlling where they go.
That’s when I hear the ticking. It’s faint, but it’s continuous. Getting louder as the seconds pass by.
My body shifts through the wall, taking in the mechanisms ticking down the seconds, and the dynamite strapped behind them that are taped to every wall, all of them ready to blow.
