Winds Of The Apocalypse (42 page)

Horrible shrikes of pain and anguish filled the dismantled chamber as the gang mercilessly joined Din, piercing the almost hatching eggs, killing
the beasts before they hatched.

"Look at the smock!" Morgan cried out happily as the others continued to penetrate
the lairs of the slimy cortex.

Casey turned and watched, getting a pleasant surprise for ones in this whole conundrum
at what Morgan was pointing at.

The smoke was fading, torn apart and filled with disturbances, it shrieked and contorted like a bad
computer game on an old screen.

"Keep going! It's working! It's killing her!" Casey howled turning back to the almost destroyed eggs and keeping her murderess path on them as they one by one weathered and died, turning to empty shells and ashes, leaving in moments no
trace of their foul existence.

"Let's get out of here!" Colin screamed after they were finished killin
g of Utopias offspring's.

The ground had begun rumbling harder and the structure threatened to crumbl
e around them and bury them in.

Morgan threw away the scythe he was holding and ran to grab May's dead body from the place where Utopia had left her on t
he floor.

Casey caught Jon's hand, throwing away her own scythe as well and then they all ran out followed by a cloud of dust that emerged from the ground as the building collapsed on itself, leaving
nothing but debris and rubble.

"So…" Din looked up ahead at the ruined mansion that was ones their summer school, half coll
apsed from Utopias earth quack.

"I guess there is no summer school this year…Or the
next one…Or ever." He laughed.

“Big lost.”

"Anybody knows how to tell a good story?” Colin asked softly, helping Morgan to lay May's dead body on the ground before them.

Casey looked at him confused.

“I can …But why do you need one right now?" Colin gestured at the ruins of the former summer school.

“Cuss we will need one hell of a great story to explain what happened here. And I don't think that they will believe the monster one, even if they d
id see it with their own eyes."

Jon looked at Morgan and th
e amulet that May had gave him.

“Hold on to this." He said,
turning away from his siblings.

Morgan stared at him as h
e began walking away from them.

"Where are you going?" He asked, l
aying the amulet in his pocket.

"Utopia is dead." Jon smiled, turning back for a moment. "The chamber is open so someone has to go and set the poor children's souls free
.”

He took a
step forward and hugged Casey.

“I will be back.” He promised and then he vanished, leaving them to deal with the crowd that was coming f
or them from the ruined school.

"Hey! Look!” Casey pointed at the amulet Morgan had extracted from his p
ocket.

“That’s kind of looks like May…Isn’t it?" She asked intrigued and really, if you looked closely you could see that the missing features of the angel engraved on the amulet were fi
lled now with May's young face.

"You think her soul is in there?" Casey asked when Morgan tried to crack the amulet open. “I don’t know.” Morgan admitted. “Maybe we will find out some day." He said after he failed to open the silver lock, putting the round garment back into his pocket, s
wearing to never throw it away.

"
Mmm…Guys…." Din whispered. ”Stop talking about souls….We are not alone anymore." Morgan looked up and saw that indeed Din was right as the crowd that fled the school finally reached them, Colin's father being the lead of the confused mob.

the grownups and the kids that remained on the grounds of the school after Morgan's near death experience stopped in front of the gang as Colin’s dad stared at them blankly with the twin's mom and Greg shakily standing behind
him, too traumatized to speak.

Colin's dad frow
ned.

First his eyes rested on May's body and the
n on Morgan’s vibrant features.

“What the hell is going on here?!”
He managed, his jaw dropping in disbelieve at the sight of the supposedly dead boy standing quite alive before him.

The teens exchanged amused glances, all s
haring one extraordinary story.

"You won't believe us if we tell you, dad." Colin smiled, happy to be at least alive; dealing with his fa
ther suddenly seemed secondary.

His dad crossed his arm
s on his chest, glaring at him.

"Try me."
He demanded.

"You're not going
to like it." Colin warned him.

“We will see about that, start talking.” His father insisted any way.

                                                               ---

It took the teens about an hour to explain how they came to be in the winter
cellar, fighting the creatures.

They didn't mention the prophecy or the fact that Jon was there with them but stuck to the tale about them falling into
the situation by clear chance.

They showed the grownups of what had remained of the eggs and Utopia but it still wasn't enough to truly convince them about the truth of their story and about
what really happened that day. 

Eventually, tired from all the annoying questions Casey decided that she wasn't talking anymore to ‘these stupid
people' and simply walked away.

After her departure
the boy's whining argument was:

"Didn't you just fucking see a huge motherfucking cockroach crush through the building?" An
d no one could argue with that.

Colin's dad decided to cover up the story. It was crazy to tell the authorities and ultimately dangerous in fear of those individuals who would want to misuse the power of the apocalypse and fo
olishly try to bring them back.

No one outside the school ever knew what really went down on its grounds
that day.

The reporters that swept over the area, feeling the earth quake in the small town just outside the grounds of the mansion got their scoop about a brave group of kids who found a bomb while playing in the basement of the summer school and got it away from the other innocent people and into the winter cellar before it de
tonated and killed one of them.

Morgan was taken back to the hospital to make sure he was ok but this t
ime Casey didn't come with him.

She didn't want to face their parents just then, still mad about everything that they had covered up and let hap
pen in the last couple of days.

Needless to say that Morgan wasn't too happy with them ether, especially not after he found out what really happened to Casey's face and who was responsibl
e for hurting his twin.

Both Casey and Morgan completely ignored Greg a full month after but eventually they had to forgive him, what else could they do? he was the closest thing that they had ever knew to a father and they still had to live with him but as a little personal vendetta the twins decided not to tell their p
arents about Jon’s involvement.

Years would pass until the
ir parents find out about that.

Later that week the school board held a memorial service for May among the ruins of the crumbled
mansion.

They honored her courage and sacrifice for her friend’s lives and with the mayors of that town’s permission she was buried in the crypt
of the previous mansion owner.

After the memorial service was over Casey and Morgan finally got to come home
with the other teens.

The summer school was closed indefinitely and the exams pushed to the end of th
e summer to be done externally.

That night, as the twins settled back in their home they couldn't seem to find their sleep so they remained awake, sitting in their once again shared bed room; talking to Toby, Colin and Din who staid by their side since th
ey left the cursed summer hell.

A little past midnight, as they were all trying to decide if they should head to try and get some sleep or order more pizza when an unexpected
visitor dropped at their door.

"Jon!" Casey jumped to her feet to hug her brother as he suddenly j
ust appeared in their bed room.

"Where were you?” Morgan asked, getting up as well to properly
greet his brother. Jon smiled.

"I was escorting the lost souls of the children to their final resting place and now I just came to tell you a fe
w things before I leave too..."

He looked at Casey, seeing the sorrow that had spread on her beautiful features. “Casey…It’s not forever but before I get to that…you have to keep a low profile in the next couple of days. The police will probably find the bodies of the lost children very soon now that the mansion is in ruins and there will be a lot of questions and things they won’t know how to explain about the bodies so I don’t want you getting caught in the cro
ss fire of it, you had enough."

Casey looked scared.

“Can we get blamed for this?” Jon shook his head, smiling at Casey’s undying innocence. "Some of the bodies are too old to pin the crime on anyone alive today. “Jon assured them. "So is it really over?" Casey asked hopefully. Jon smiled.

"For this year,
yes." Casey laughed nervously.

“A
nd for the next?" Jon shrugged.

"I don’t know. Most of the apocalypses were destroyed with Utopia, the ones that remained are nothing more than insects but there are people in on the secret as
well so they might come back…"

He looked at his siblin
gs with a gaze full of meaning.

“And that brings me to another thing yo
u should know." Casey sat down.

“What is
it?"

"My body is still alive.” Jon announced. Casey looked at him with eyes f
illed with hope and excitement.

“Really?!
Where is it?! How do you know?!"

Jon laughe
d at the rain of the questions.

“You were always the curious type.” He said. "I can feel it, my heart is still beating. But I don’t know where it is, too far away, hidden.
Shielded from my radar.” His gaze became distant.

“But I will find it and I am counting on you to be prepared when I do, I feel that I will need your help to get it back to
Me.” he said, looking at Casey.

Colin smiled.

“So we are going to do it all again someday?” Jon nodded.

“Most likely."
Toby laughed.

“Then we better start taking fighting lessons, esp
ecially Casey-'boy' over here.”

He yelped as a pillow hit him strai
ght in the face.

“I think you hit a sore spot.” Din whispered to Toby a little too loudly but Casey wasn't pa
ying attention to them anymore.

“Do you really have to go?” Casey asked Jon, getting up from her sit
and coming to stand beside him.

Jon nodded s
adness evident in his features.

"I don’t belong here, not righ
t now, this is not my reality."

"So now…"Casey began.

“So now…I am drawn to my body. I have to try and find it, and I must do it alone…you can’t come with me.” Jon explained.

“Will we ever see you again?” Casey asked, almost grieved, she was losing Jon ag
ain. Jon smiled and hugged her.

“I’m sure you will." He released Casey, giving Morgan a quick hug as well and then he vanished, his fina
l "goodbye" Lingers in the air.

“I will never be far again.”

                                                                 ---

The bodies that Jon was talking about were uncovered a few hours later when the police was looking for any one that might have been buried after the ‘bombing’ at the former sum
mer school.

They found the bodies rotten and corrupted, all of them of children, some of them declared missing for decades and pretty soon the detectives had pinned the murders on the last mansion owner’s famil
y with cause of death: unknown.

It was all over the news the next morning and the teens had sat in the twin’s bedroom, watching as the Red Cross was carrying out the gurneys with
the covered bodies one by one.

There w
ere so many, too many to count.

Case
y tried really hard not to cry.

It wasn't the justice she would have wanted for these poor children but she at least found comfort in the fact that the truth, at least some of it was out there and from honored and respected pillars of the community the old corrupted money craving greedy family were now considered monsters, fitting as t
hey had become such themselves.