Death Dreams Dire Wolves: Part Nine

Chapter seventeen: The Dissent

The old wreck center held up for a number of good reasons. Manzer and his group of friends have gotten into the building and are now making their way into the strange stranded place of a stone building. The inside is a re-created skate park, full of graffiti and tags and couches where the kids can skate, as well as hit the old pool at the center of the building. MAnzer thought this place would be totally different, filled with the ever so too often mattresses where crackheads and drug addicts have chased away where the kids like to hang out, but instead, is a world well maintained in its ability to to be a safe moment of solitude without disturbance of the outside methods of so many influences of having a place to correct the course of bad hour.

Manzer is able to get onto the ground just fine, this however sends Beatrice into a strange place, as monsters are not often able to set foot inside the sanctuary, Beatrice would know. She can see the barrier now as it glows fresh against the backdrop of an oddly enticing new way of seeing things. She know that she has been bewitched, cursed, or brought into the binds of a stranglehold of some sort of magic, trick, bu nothing seems to bring more resentment to her distress then seeing Manzer for what he really is, a monster that is somehow immune to the light of magic. The visual feast has become one of distasteful mistrust that would now have Beatrice screaming if she was able to speak, and tell everyone what Manzer is. Nothing has her more perplexed and determined than this small bit of her condition, to find out what this kid is, and bring him to the light of day, and out into the blazing spotlight of this situation.

The more manzer seems to smile, the more disgusting this situation becomes, as she can barely contain the anger. It seems to be more than a situation for a hard circumstance of the odd row of events. So many memories that come into the back scope of so many past days, placed in words of hapless resolve, and the strange mercy of these creatures, and what they contain in their focus of mind. Does Manzer know about the enchantment? Did he do this on purpose, did he trick us just to get into our secret hideout like some sort of monster spy? are all things Beatrice contemplates as she tries to send a brutal message past a divide of worldless space.

She tries to think, digging into a library of monster enchantments, and finding nothing about boys who show up and turn into blue cats. Manzer begins to skate with the other kids. taking his turn in trying to learn a few new tricks. All the while Beatrice waits in the shadows, trying not to give way to many faults about her own situation.

"He Beatrice,'' says one of the other kids. Another girl with a book in her hands. "What is it that you are looking for?" She says as Beatrice leaves a mess around their library and leaves a few things dissolve, the. She seems to be a little disorganized and leaving a mess, as is why this other girl comes into fruition in this place, trying to keep the book in order rather than all over the place.

Beatrice takes a moment to try and talk, thinking about where her words go around a subject, and trying to force her way through the loops. She thinks about anything that she can, and tries to make it through the off centered perspective of her words. "I- just- wanted, to show- Manzer- something really- cool." Beatrice manages to eek out of the creeks in her voice and head, like small delicate alarms are set around the certain directions of speech.

"Oh, yeah- I guess our collection is pretty impressive. She says trying to come back from the cusp of a really awkward situation. "You know Beatrice, if something is wrong, you can tell me." She says.

"I just really wanted to find this thing." Beatrice says as she slows down. The constant mask over her voice being something that cuts through the confluence of her words, like a string trap. " But I think he might be in trouble."

"Trouble, how."

"I found a water ghost wound on his leg earlier." It seems all that Beatrice can say are things that help Manzer, or do not have him as a subject at all. This is like nails on a record machine, as Beatrice is forced into a near mental breakdown by the rules of what is to be said. She cannot stand the thought of this for a single moment as her inner thoughts sink through the floor, and far past the realization of what she has been made into, some type of troll or magic puppet. It seems after so many years, Beatrice would finally find out that there was magic in the world, and only to be trapped in some sort of deadly game like this.

Beatrice thinks of games, having seen something in a book that once fell out of a package by accident. Something that she only saw in glances and was gone that very same day. Beatrice remembers this book distinctly, it was covered in silver and had a marking on it that she had never seen before. She read only a few pages before the store owner put the book back in a box, and locked it inside of a safe. It said something about games, something about how monster abilities have to follow certain rules and guidelines, that make it so people can defend themselves against them. Beatrice tries to think, only guessing what could be done about such a strange enchantment. The promise of a pinky, and why it would cause such a dire reaction.

"Yeah, maybe I'm thinking too hard about this." Beatrice says as she looks over the books they have collected. None of them like the book Beatrice had once seen, and what that difference might make. Beatrice thinks they have been playing a children's game this entire time, wasting their money on books that were never close to the truth, not once. This moment comes as crushing, and hard to take, as Beatrice was handed only fake books by the store owner, and never shown the real world of the people that she worked with every day.

"Listen, I know it's hard to impress other skate kids, but I do not think he is ready for our book collection just yet. Some of this stuff might freak him out a bit too much. Remember baby steps.`` She says keeping a calm voice.

"Somber, not all of us hid behind books all the time." Beatrice says as she makes sense of the drastic cost of what has been placed in front of her. "We just need to help Manzer. He is such a poor kid. I feel bad for him. I just want him to be comfortable." Beatrice says, resisting the urge to grit her teeth. "It's just what we can do to help him."

"You are right, this is all only a small band aid, only what a few kids could do. I would say that he would be able to stay here all night, but someone would have to stay and keep an eye on him. If not just to be sure that all things are going well enough for him. It's just one of us needs to stick around, make sure that he is not all spooked out by this, otherwise they might put a police scan out on us again, when we all go missing."

"I could stay with him a while. You guys should go get some food and blankets." Beatrice says as she tries to make their pronunciations a bit more finite. "I would hate to be a beast of burn, or to freak you guys out about anything." Beatrice says in a plain voice, getting a little bit more smoothly.

"Oh yeah, we should be right." She says looking around the stack of books, and things that the other kids have been keeping track of. Parchments of sister Therin and the goings on in town that she shows up to. places around town that she seems to avoid, or show up to the fastest. The only things that have kept the group of them out of harm's way since they came across the instances of strange esteem, that she seems to carry with her.

"A few of us should go just to make sure we are safe out there. We are going to have to draw straws." She says in a nice polite voice. Then goes out of the room to inform the other people skating.

Beatrice is confounded by the resistance of some words, and fluidity of others, trying to bear through the grit of the sharp dagger blade of thoughts being held at the neck, and the mystery that keeps her sentiment within the box of sensibility and sorted remarks of intrepid hard edged words.

Eighteen: Night Wings

The moments of helplessness are few and far in between, as those who take up sanctuary in the halls of the forgotten place cannot help but find all things a bit more fleeting than the early heat of a late summer day. Manzer would get his chance to show his stuff to the rest of the group, really raising some eyebrows in his direction about the nature of how skillfully he does his jump and kick flip tricks. and his ability to jump off the ramp and into the open air above the pool. Manzer was glad that he found this place, as nothing else would ease the ever puzzling mind of a young kid who now has more to consider in life than just the rules of a consort of odd conspiracy, and strange ways to explain them. The air around Manzers head fought with much trouble and was saturated with many decaying fruits of plans that nothing else could pick off if not for the constant thought of where he wanted his thoughts to go. But in all of this Manzer finds strange and illustrious planning if he is going to get out of this situation before it gets out of hand.

Manzers mind would always turn the matter of how much school means to the system, and too a kid where nothing seems to be more stable than a board will wheels on it. Manzer would have to fight for his right to avoid sister Therin, and her ability to pull so much influence with the law and the school, and all that would be relevant to the fact that he was one of the few students being given the rungs buy a teacher who had less to care for with every passing school year.

That Assignment that he was burdened with could not have come at the worst time, as the assignment was something of a mishap, in the moment of just trying to get a good lock on the environment around him. All of the soreded places to be, Manzer just had to get himself into it with one of the teachers, but only to act like that was not him, who stumbled across that body in the school.

The memory of his troubles hits him mid air, and suddenly Manzer finds himself off of his board, and stuck in the middle of a free fall. one that looks like it's going to be a harsh few weeks on no skating. Manzer hits the concrete, and rolls, narrowly avoiding the rail at the shallow end of the pool, he manages to roll and catch his feet, and tuck some more barely avoiding getting hurt, and making it safe out of the trick he messed up. Everyone rushes over to see if he is okay. (except for Beatrice,) and they all try to assess the situation.

'Ha, maybe that is enough skating for the day you guys." Manzer says he sits on his pants. "I got to do some homework."

"Homework dude? Who on earth has homework?" Says the more heavy set kid as he stands there with his board.

"Dude, I went by one of the teachers, and she gave me this book I need to read." Manzer says as he thinks about the book that was left on a wooden bridge a few miles from where they are.

"Well, you can't just leave, sister Therin is looking for you. If she finds you she might have you arrested or worse."

"Arrested dude?"

"She knows a lot of cops, talks to them all the time, she has put a lot of kids out past curfew in jail, and on some bullshit."

"Yeah, she really isn't the nicest person." Says the girl with the books. "She had me arrested for failure to wear bright clothes or reflectors."

"Oh man, that's brutal. But, I cannot get behind on school you guys, shit will get seriously bad if I cannot keep up my grades, maybe we might be able to go and get my stuff after nightfall."

Everyone looks around. "I-D-K man, that is a pretty fair way to go for school Manzer, it makes me wonder if you are even a real skater at all."

"Leave him alone you guys." Says the girl in Veronica. "If he wants to do good in school let him. Us preps gotta stick together Manzer, lest the lazy kids bring you down."

"He ain't no lazy kid!" Says the guy in baggy clothes. "I work hard for everything I get. school is for chumps, people who only learn to be told what to do, and not why to do it, all of them wasting their time, getting good grades instead of getting money."

"That is such a hypocritical way of thinking Borris, If you get good grades you get more money."

"Only after years of being spoon fed a bunch of rules and bullcrap. Not for me- no sir."

"Listen, I am not about to be the person who starts up an argument, just to make sure we all stay up on our school work. But, what you learn in life is up to you, not someone else's opinion. You can't blame people who just are able to learn to utilize information and make what they can out of life."

"Sure whatever, I just know the real world might have magic in it, and I don't want any of that getting in the way. The truth is, I might never pass anything I see, and all the clues to life are just what you know is going on. These people, this town. Can All kiss my ass if they think they are gonna get in my way. I am already sponsored, On my way out of this hell hole, almost out of sight, of this place."

"All I can do is wish you luck, hope you make it out there." says another girl who finds her way into the hold of the hidden wreck center. More kids walk into the old wreck center, and quickly find themselves welcomed by the presence of others.

"Hey, Linda, You found out too huh." Says the Boy in baggy clothes.

"It passed down the grape vine, and through a few other leads, sounded like the town had a huge mystery on its hands. I bet we can catch a picture of one this time."

"Yeah man that would finally get that crazy creep sister Therin out of this town for good." Says another, as he high fives his friend from across the way. "We just got to track her down first."

The room is centered with the long time company of friends, people who had known each other for years, and any by the upholding of a club that spiraled around the purpose of one nun. This raises Manzers Spirits to a better point, thinking that he is surrounded by so many like minded people, all who have put serious consideration into the strength of remaining friends, through the thick and the thin. They come in through and walk to the library area, showing Manzer their little conspiracy charts, after handing him food and snakes.

"See look, we have been tracking the odd instances of where Sister Therin does her business. Where she is each week and where she goes after something weird in town happens. So far, there have been no bodies found in town, and this is the only instance of her slipping up."

"Or something else slipping up." Chimes in other kids who had followed in Linda.

"Right? And whatever else is out there." Linda says, rolling her eyes a little.

"My bets are still on Vampire, she is always avoiding sunlight." Says Borris.

"You think she might be onto you guys. I am pretty sure, she is a lot smarter than not noticing when kids are following her around. If she is really as dangerous as you say, we might all be in more trouble."

"Did they say who the girl was they found?"

"No, they haven't said anything about it."

Manzer does not know what to say, he is stunned by the artifact of consigned fact that he holds on to the strange facet of. Manzer is unsure weather not he would what he heard would keep the group safer, or expose him to trouble. Manzer knows Therin is sharp, he spent time with her, watching her, learning from her the grueling history of a people who had found influence in some estranged church. She had more than just that odd face to her, and knows this town inside and out. Chances are, she already knows Manzer is here, But it is just waiting somewhere to string on him worse than ever.

Manzer knows this.

"We are going to go get some more food. And Manzer needs his back pack back, or that mega bitch the english teacher is going to really be on him. Let's keep to our safer routes, but be ready to move on anything more pressing. Keep your headphones in your walkie talkies.

It is then that everyone gears up, and moves out. Manzer and Beatrice go to get the book that Manzer had left by the old creek bed.