Wick

            Somewhere in the darkness of Willoby High, a match is struck.

            Willow and Walsh stood side by side in the dark recesses of the gym, hiding under and behind the retractable seats, as far back as they could from the creature chasing them. They had wanted to summon a demon, something to give them the power to fight back against their bullies and suppressors. What they hadn’t expected was for the thing to ooze out of the blood they shed to become their bully and suppressor.

            The black and red veined thing that came to supposedly do their bidding was, certainly, what they had expected to see. Something grotesque and beautiful in its own way. What they hadn’t expected was for the thing to jump at them and try to claw its way inside their heads. Three large claw marks served was a reminder of why they were running on Walsh’s head. Willow had burn marks from ripping the creature off of Walsh, its skin was like touching the inside of an oven when the turkey is ready to be taken out and cut up.

            What the two teens hadn’t known, was that as long as their blood still lay on the floor, more demons would spew forth from it until it was all used up. The second demon was the one they saw slither through the dark gym. The first one chuckled excitedly from above.

            Somewhere in the darkness of Willoby High, a match touches the wick of a bomb.

            Willow and Walsh attended school the next week, strangely luminous and god-like. Willow’s hair, which had been a dull and limp brown, now had a sheen one would see on a luminous halo. Her green eyes were a multitude of colors, changing ever so slightly from one hue to the next in different types of lights. Walsh had gained perfect eye-sight, something each girl seemed to notice and swoon over. Holding hands, the two lovers walked down the halls, preparing for their symphony of screams.

Rounding up the teachers was easy, both students were straight A academic stars and were involved in almost every aspect of the school. The students were a more difficult problem, however, thanks to their new found demonic powers, only a fifth of the schools population escaped while .01% were killed before their final plan could go into action. They had no problem with the killing, in fact, they rather enjoyed it.

Somewhere in Willoby High, all of the people are going to die.

Willow went do to the basement to do the final preparations while Walsh called the police with a little poem, a jingle, something fun for the police to play with. If they came, more would burn, if they didn’t, maybe guilt would eventually send more of them to the gates of Hell. The side door that Willow and Walsh had opened was still open, a pin prick of blood keeping it active. What would happen, the two wondered, if blood from the explosion leaked down and touched the door. Would more of their masters come through?