Hey guys, it's been a while! Well I'm here with a story that's NOT MINE. IT'S MY COUSIN'S. I'm in it though, as Charlie. We MIGHT make a movie or short film on it or something, but that's not definate, i haven't confirmed that with him yet. Also, the one quiz I made, "what should my new series be about," this isn't it. Each chapter is written by a different person , their names are the name of this link-> <- for some Tricross pics drawn by my cousin

Chapter 1


I'm... not your average softmore. I have the strangest life in the world. I can't tell you how weird my time on Earth has been. I was told I'm special... by my parents... they're dead now.

My name is Josh. I was left at my best friend, Charlie's. I've known him since kindergarten. He usually wears the same clothes all the time, and... He's got a little anger problem... especially when it comes to his red hat, which hides his long black hair. He's kinda hyper sometimes, and a little pervy sometimes, but other than that, we get along pretty well, except for... Megan.

Megan is a girl I've had a huge crush on for... well, a long time. She's, like, the popular high school girl who everyone likes. There's always a group of friends with her, and sixty pairs of boy's eyes staring at her with their tounges lolling out. I'd ask her out, but Charlie likes her too. I would never make Charlie have to go through something like that.

Also, Trace, Megan's best friend, likes Charlie. A LOT. She's a tomboy, with slick long black hair, and always wears T-shirts and high-cut jeans WITHOUT SHOES. NEVER does she wear shoes. She likes to hang around either Megan or random guys. She sometimes plays sports, but not as much as Charlie. Anyway, Charlie obviously doesn't like her, but i don't think Trace would ever give up on him for the world.

Then there's Chase. Ugh. He's my friend and all, but... he gets... let's say... carried away sometimes. He's always wearing leather jackets, has spikey orange hair, and has had, like, a zillion girlfriends. Also, his motercycle is usually with him. He annoys me sometimes, but he's a freshman, and I'm tougher than him, so I could fight him if I wanted to. Anyway, he's Trace's brother. Now let's start from the beginning, shall we?

"And that's how you do 3 squared times pi plus 647..."

"I hate math," whispered Charlie next to me, and I nodded. I had already started doodiling on a peice of scrap paper and hadn't taken in a word the teacher said. Chase nudged me from the other side (on the other side of him was a girl, whom he had his arm around) and smiled. He then raised his hand high in the air.

"Ms. Swepps, can we all go home?" he asked proufoundly.

"No," replied Ms. Swepps, "and I don't see why you would ask such a silly question."

"I do," said Chase swiftly. "My dad doesn't have any plans for dinner. Maybe you'll join him?"

There was a pause, and then the teacher asked, "Your dad's single, right?" She was responded with a slight nod,"Class dismissed, time to go home."

We all stormed out the door after grabbing our backpacks. I threw mine over my shoulder as Charlie sped-walked up to my side. His backpack was unzipped and I could see his ripped books and even more tattered up folder inside it.

"Hey," I said uncertainly.

"Hi," he responded.

"Uh, you might wanna zip up your..." I stopped because I realized he wasn't listening. He was obviously dazed. I saw him looking over somewhere. I looked too, and it ended up being Megan and Trace, walking side-by-side, in deep conversation.

"She's looking especially hot today, don't you think?" said Charlie dreamily.

"Uh..." I quickly changed the subject."How long have you had that stuff?"

"What stuff?" Charlie looked around, and just reliezing his backpack was unzipped, said, "Oh, my books?"

"Uh huh."

"About two weeks or so," he said while trying to zip his backpack.

"What about the folder?" He shot me a dirty look and didn't answer. We walked and talked for a little longer(haha, I feel like a walkie talkie,) until Charlie froze in his tracks. I looked forward and saw a man. An old man. He had small grey wispy hairs sticking up off random parts of the top of his head.

"Why's that guy staring at us?" I asked Charlie.

"Huh?" Charlie seemed to just notice the man. "Oh. How should I know?" I started to walk forward, but Charlie put an arm out in front of me. "I don't know man, this guy seems like the guy that... does things... to children on a daily basis." Before I could figure out if Charlie was joking or not, the man started walking away. I pushed Charlie's arm aside, and he gave a feeble "Wait!" But I wasn't stopping. Charlie gave up and followed me.

He took us to the old cathedral. Charlie wasn't too thrilled. "The old cathedral?" he wimpered.

"Yeah, so what?" I shot back.

"How many people have died in there?"

"Shut up, you've only heard those in dumb legends and stories."

"And the news."

I sighed. "You know what? I'll just go in there first. Doesn't that make things easier?"

"Dude, you don't-"

"It's ok." I smiled and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and smiled. "It's just an old guy. If I need to, I'll throw him out the window. Just wait out here, ok?"

"Fine, but if you die, then I'm not taking the blame."

"Whatever." So I followed the man inside the building.

That was the time I started to get a little scared. There were two tables. The man walked up to the one on the left and blocked the sight of whatever was on that table. But on the other one, I saw some things you wouldn't expect. An orb, a weird bracelet, two machetes, and a pistol. Things weren't looking good.

The man messed with something for a little while, then came from the other table holding... a necklace? A fat guy's bracelet? From what I made out, the closest thing I could guess was a pendant. The man put it around my neck, which made me uncomftorable. He stared at me for a second with the pendant on, then tried to take it off. He was unsuccesful.

I was confused. It felt like the pendant was a part of my skin. I looked over, and I guess I hadn't noticed Charlie, Megan, Trace, and Chase walk in and sit at the weapons table.

"Um... Josh," said Chase nervously, "what is that guy doing to you?"

"Giving me jewelry," I replied. It was a stupid thing to say, but it was true. Then there was a crash. I heard a loud scream that had to be a girl's, and a big hole was now in the wall. I looked over at the old man, but he just grinned, snapped his fingers and vanished, I blinked a couple of times to see if I was dreaming.

I realized I wasn't, and looked back at the hole in the wall. I just noticed the short man, who was probably about forty-five, standing in a little bit in front of the big hole.

"You could use the door," I said. He ignored me.

Then he said, "My name... is Crotchiless!"

Charlie and Chase had burst out laughing. I held in my laughter, but it was hard. "SILENCE!" He roared. A gleaming white beam shot from his hand and wrapped around Chase and Charlie. I was stunned. I'd never seen something like that happen before. Crotchiless then shot me a look like daggers. "You..." he surveyed me. "I can't fight you now. But the next time I see you, I will be ready!" He then snapped his fingers and vanished like the old man had done.

"Did... that just happen?" I asked myself out loud.

"Yes," said Megan nervously, "But where's Trace?" I looked and saw a trail of blood leading to a different room.

The four of us (Charlie and Chase had been removed from their binds when Crotchiless dissapeared) went in. In there we saw a man... no, a teenager, probably ending high school or starting college, was sitting next to Trace. She was sobbing to no end.

"Oh my..." I said.

"Somebody get help!" yelled Megan. "Her arm is gone!"

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