Fan Fiction ❯ The Spot Inbetween Good and Evil ❯ The begaining ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1 : " August Feelings "

" So I heard you like her. " A deep voice whispered. The tall boy leaned over and his medium, dark black hair fell to the side of his pale face. " Where did you hear that? " A little higher voice asked back. His light blonde hair, about shoulder long, was pulled back into a ponytail. They both looked down from the top of the bleachers as they watched the freshman girls run. " Damn... " Ben said as he leaned forward to get a better view, moving his black hair out of his face. J.C shook his head, " You horny bastard. " He pushed Ben back. " What?! " Ben exclaimed in deffense, shrugging, " You can't blame m... Hey! It's your girl! " J.C quickly looked to the track as his eyes landed on a long haired blonde. " Now look who's the horn dog. " Ben chuckled. " I'm not looking at breast you prev! " J.C shouted, " And that's not her! "

The male couch looked up. " Hey! " As he shouted the girls stopped and looked to see nothing, but a bunch of empty bleachers. " I think our couch has gone insane. " Kit whispered to her blonde friend, Crystal. " Yup. " she said back and continued to jog. The couch blinked not believing his eyes, " Where....how? " he asked himself. " How what couch? " Stephanie asked jogging past him, her dark short brown hair swinging in it's ponytail. " Nothing " he sighed. The two friends jogged past him with a chuckling grin. " If your laughing then your not working hard enough! " He pointed at Kit. She stopped laughing as well as running. " You know it's not only me who's laughing. " She stepped infront of him with her fists on her black atheletic shorts.

The couch eyed her and then turned around. " Um rude! " She yelled and walked towards Crystal. " Damn he's rude. " Kit complained. " Be glad he's not making you run more. " Crystal turned to Kit, with her hands behind her haed. " Please! I wouldn't run one more lap if he made me! " she crossed her arms over her bright neon orange shirt. " You need to learn to be quiet. " Ben yelled pushing J.C down the bleachers after everyone had left the track. " Shut up! " he yelled standing up at he bottom, " It's your fault that the coach saw up ' dissappear ' ! " Ben tilted his head and walked down a step, as he came closer he chuckled. " Hey... J.C ... " He muffled his laugh by covering his mouth. " What? " J.C asked turning around. " Your heads on side ways! " he bursted out laughing.

Kit and Crystal made their way to their lockers in the freshman and Sophmore locker room. " Excuse me. " Kit said softly. She got her bag , slinging it over her left shoulder, " See you tomorrow. " Kit waved, her face looking down at the ground. " Nope still crocked. " Ben shook his head. " Then you do it! " J.C shouted. " Just for that, no. " Ben walked to the edge of the gym roof. " Fine! " he muttered under his breath. " What the? " Kit whipsered, she walked out onto the street and looked to see two guys with their back to her. She was about to yell before she saw the long, blonde hair guy violently throw his head forward and quickly snap it back. She covered her mouth and slowly headed back inside.

" What was that? " J.C turned hearing the front doors of the gym click shut. " Keep looking this way! They always come out this way! " Ben mentioned as the girls started to exit the gym side doors. J.C shugged the feeling off and walked over towards Ben. Kit flew down the empty halls and busted through the girl's locker room. " Crystal! Crystal! " She screamed about to turn the corner where all of the girls change. From the corner a tall, thin girl stood looking at her, " Kit are you okay? " Kit stopped and looked behind her, " No, Isabell, I saw something crazy on the roof! " She ran past her and looked around the corner. " Where is everyone? " Kit turned her back to the empty changing space. " They left. What kind of crazy thing did you see? " Isabell asked pushing her brown hair out of her tan face. " I saw two guys and... " " Oh! Don't go back inside the school, there are tons of them! " Isabell cut her off with wide green eyes. " No! You didn't let me finish. " Kit said annoyed, " This one guy's ear was touching his shoulder! " Kit exclaimed.

" I haven't seen her come out, Ben, " J.C looked sharply at him, the sun low in the horizon. " Maybe it's beacuse she has things to do first, like ... her make-up. " Ben protested. " She doesn't wear any. " J.C crossed his arms. " They have classes for stalkers... " Ben looked at him with an eyebrow rasied. Isabell yells walking towards the door, " Kit everyone one can do that. " " Not like him. His whole ear was touching and it didn't look like it was hard for him. " Kit followed after, her bag still over her shoulder. Isabell rolled her eyes and walked out of the locker room. " Kit, it's not like he's stalking you. " Isabell rested her hand ont the door that exitted out of the gym, and turned around to see she was gone.

" What does she know! " Kit yelled in her mind as she walked out of the back door to the gym. " I know what I saw. " She continue talking in her mind as she walked underneath the cemented covered walkway that lead towards the school. Isabell looked around the hallway and shrugged. " I guess she went the other. " As the door clicked open both Ben and J.C lept off of the roof and tackled Isabell. " Ben, this isn't her. "

Kit crossed her arms and walked down the brightly lit halls. She kept her eyes to the floor as she pushed the front doors of the school that was out of view of the gym. The two guys got off of Isabell and looked around. " Ow! You fags! " Isabell got up and patted herself down, getting the dirt off of her clothes, " Who were you expecting? " " That's none of your concern since your going to die. " Ben smirked as he popped his knuckles. " Wh... what? " Isabell stuttered and looked to J.C who was looking around. Ben jumped on her, but Isabell kneed him in the growing.

" Hello? Dad? " Kit held the school's payphone to her ear, " Can you pick me up? " J.C turned to the direction of the front of the school, " Get up. She's over there. " J.C wiped his bloody hand on his pants and begain to walk. Ben got up still holding himself and ran over and kicked Isabell in her side as she lays, blood coming out of a hole in her stomach. A pool sorrounding her, her eyes wide and her mouth open as if amazed at what she saw before she died.

Ben quickly caught up with him, he turned to look at J.C, " How do you know? " J.C kept his eyes ahead of him, " Don't tell me you didn't hear her. " He said blankly. Ben stopped and closed his eyes, tilting his head and listened closely., " Yeah, that's her alright. " Ben trotted back up to J.C as they rounded a corner and were closing in on Kit.

Kit was sitting on a bench, sighing she looked to the sky. " This whole day blows. " She hung her head down. " That was my last quarter and I wasted it on him. " Kit huffed at the phone. She dropped her bag near the bench and layed back. " Maybe I was day dreaming of that guy.. " " Well, well. " A voice hummed. Kit sat frozen as she heard a slight chuckle. " Am I that sad and worthless? " Kit's father, Jeriko, crossed his arms.

J.C held his hand out beside him making Ben stop. " What is it, J.C? " Ben questioned. " Someone's out there. " J.C growled as they walked slowly toward a small corner where the payphone was. " Duh. It's Kit. " Ben exclaimed and jumped past him and turned to the empty bench, J.C followed right behind him only to see a red ford truck drive off.

Kit sat quietly in the passengerseat if ger father's truck, gazing out of her window her eyes darting from object to object. " So, Kit, why haven't you called me? " Jeriko turned a left, his glasses shimmering as the street lights bounce off of them. Kit shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to look into his glazed blue eyes. Jeriko, Kit's father, kept his eyes to the road. They sat together in his red truck silently as the headlighted turned on as the sun dissapeared. " Why didn't you fight for me, dad? " Kit asked resting her chin in her hand, " am I not a good daughter to you? " The truck came to a stop in the empty driveway, the engine still running.

Jeriko turned to face her his eyes low as if ashamed, " Well kiddo I guess i'll talk to you later. " Kit shook her head in anger and quickly opened the door and slammed it, jogging to her mother's front house door. As soon as he saw Kit enter the house, he pulled out of the driveway. He thought to himself as he drove down the dark street, there was barely anylight as he drove past the last streelight on the street. After minutes had past there was aloud thud ontop of the truck. " Must of been those tree limbs that no one ever takes care of. " Jeriko wiped the top of his head ,where there was a bald spot on the back of his head, with his right hand still keeping his left hand on the steering wheel. Jeriko drove down towards the end of the street where there was a sharp right turn, there was another loud noise fromt eh back of the truck. Jeriko looked out of the window with his glasses low on his curved nose. " It couldn't be a tree branch. " he muttered seeing no trees around, only the dark tall grass that swayed in the starless night.

He shook off the feeling once again and looked ahead to the coming curve. A face appeared infront of the glass with pitch black eyes and his hair was made of blood dripping down the nonseeable hair strands. Next to that head was another that had appeared beside him with glowing white eyes and his hair was silver as the clouds. He had deep cuts on all sides of his face and along one that ran from his forehead across his right eye and down to his chin, Jeriko screamed and sharply turned left. The two heads dissapeared just as the red truck jumped the sand dune that had made the right turn. The truck was heading back down until it slammed straight into a large oak tree behind the dune, it's dark brown limb smashed through the front window and went into Jeriko's forehead. His glasses sliding down his nose the blood that trailed down from the hole in his head, dropping down into his lap as the blood dripped down from his nose. His eyes widewith fright, his hands as if glued to the steering wheel.