They were out at last. But now what?
“We have to live with this secret for the rest of our lives do you realize that?” Ulrich took off his spectacles and wiped them on the edge of his shirt. He avoided eye contact with his companions as he cleaned off the ash covered glass.
“No one is going to believe us anyway – I myself don’t believe it.” Heather sat on the floor and tilted her head up to the sky. The moon loomed over them ominously. She turned her head to the other boy,
“Yeah?” Steve was still facing the house. It stood further off in the distance. Still burning.
“We’re out man. Just chill.” She said.
“My body is out here… but my mind. I’m still in there. I’m burning guys.” Heather’s face pulled into a look of worry while Ulrich lifted his eyes to the dark haired boy.
“Don’t mess with us Steve. We’ve been through a lot.” Ulrich replied. His voice had an edge of irritation in it – and fear.
“I wish I was man. I wish… I… was.” Steve crumpled to the ground. Ulrich and Heather rushed to their fallen friend and turned him over. Heather screamed. Ulrich fumbled back from his fallen friend, tripping over his own feet and falling hard on his back.
“Ulrich…” It was Heather. Her hands were trembling. “Ulrich!”
“What!?” Heather turned around and stared blankly at him. Ulrich screamed this time. Heather was not Heather. Heather was him, it was his face on her body as it had been on Steve.
“Ulrich…” Heather called “Ulrich!”
“Ulrich!” Heather screamed at him. He awoke with a start and stared at the girl in front of him.
“Heather! Oh thank goodness I…” Ulrich took in his surroundings and groaned loudly.
“We didn’t escape?”
“Escape?” Heather looked at him as though he were crazy, “We can’t escape Ulrich. We’re dead.”
Wooo my inkwell is soooo dry. This was the fourth attempt at writing this. NaNo is creatively draining.