"The Rabbit's Foot"A Story by Cody Williams“The Rabbit’s Foot” By Cody Williams & Joe Price
1. Mike
Andrews Jr. stared sat alone in the empty chapel of the funeral home staring
deep into the casket holing his father. Mike Sr. didn’t die of natural causes.
Mike Jr. was striped of a father. He was murdered. But why? And by who? That
was the real mystery. Whatever the reason was must have been pretty damn
important. All
his father left behind for him was a note he left on the desk of his study the
day he died. As far as he knew, the note was still in there on the desk. Mike
hadn’t really had the stomach to sat foot in there since the traumatizing
events. He stood from the front pew and walked down the aisle to the big white
double doors at the back of the sanctuary. He turned back to the casket once more. “I’ll
find the sick b*****d that did this to you Dad! I promise!” Mike said. He then
walked out of the sanctuary and out of the church all together. This is when he
began the long painful walk home. His mother left him behind. He was just too
Goddamn emotional to deal with her right now. Their
relationship wasn’t in the right place at the moment. His mother became more
devastated that anyone would have known. He came home from a couple of days ago
only to find his mom laying on the hard wood floor with her face down passed
out drunk. It would be the next morning before she came to and informed him of
what had happened. He
continued walking down the dark abandoned road while he finished putting on his
long black leather trench coat as the neon moon light the sky and his walkway. 2. As
the sound of the roaring river bleed through the trees, he continued walking
down the neglected road only to be surrounded the foggy forest. The wind blew hard and felt colder than ice. The wind blew hard as if there were a tornado nearby. The fog had a classic ghost like appetence. The rain was cold enough to feel the piercing
stab of a needle. It was cold enough to
where the snot coming out of his nose could turn into ice sickles. Even some of the plants were frozen. As he kept walking down the supper creepy
road, he heard footsteps that were too loud for him to make. He stopped and tuned around only to find the
fog that was so strong he couldn’t see his own two feet. As the footsteps got louder a black ghost
like figure formed. Considering the fact
that he couldn’t see his feet he knew what ever it was had to be close. He started backing away slowly. “Hey! Who’s there?”
He shouted with a troubled tone. He
felt as though the stranger was so close he could feel the breath on his person. “I said who’s there! He showed once more. “It’s
ok! I knew your dad! I knew a lot of things about your dad.” Mike looks at him
with a confused expression. “What
do you mean?” mike asked now intrigued. “I
know who murdered your dad. I know why
your dad was murdered. We are the only
two who can stop it.” The man said. “What
do you mean we are the only ones who can stop it, the dark deed is finished?”
Mike told the strange man. The man looked down at the ground, shook his head,
and then looked back at Mike. “Do
you really think it’s going to stop here? He’s going to come after you guys one
by one until he gets what he wants.” The man asked. “What
do you mean? What does he want?” “He
wants the rabbit’s foot.” “You
mean this whole thing is over a rabbit’s foot, why not kill someone for his or
her human foot?” he said in a sarcastic way. “I
know he left instructions in what to do with it, you need to go check.” He said
as he turned around and disappeared into the foggy forest. Despite the
temperature swirls of sweat rolled down his face. Mike
turned his focus back to the mission at hand, returning home. He quickly walked
down the road that seemed to grow longer and longer into the darkness. He
finally reached his home. It was a small red brick house. He walked up the
concrete steps to the front door. He walked opened the door, walked inside, and
shut it behind him. 3. Mike
took off his trench coat and hung it on the coat rack that was sitting beside
the door. “Mom!
I’m home!” He shouted out hoping for some sort of noise from his mother.
Nothing. He walked further into the living room only to notice his mom passed
out on the couch. He walked over next to her and took the bottle of Jack
Daniels that she was snuggling with away from her and placed it down on the
floor. Mike
bent over and rolled her on her side and stood back up. He walked back into the
hallway and stared down to the end of it at the door of his late father’s
office. He slowly walked down the hallway towards the office. When he finally reached
the end he placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it. The door swung open
and Mike walked inside. The overwhelming smell of musk slapped Mike in the face
like the frightening smell of medicine in a doctor’s office. He slowly walked
over to the desk of his late father and looked down at the big blue note that lay
upon it with the big word JUNIOR written in a red magic marker. Mike
grabbed the note, unfolded it, and began reading it. The note read: Dear
Junior,
If
you’re reading this that must mean that they got me. I knew it was only a
matter of time. I don’t have a lot of time to explain, but I need you to do me
a favor…fast. People are going to be coming after you and your mother. They are
after something very dangerous that I recently discovered in the back yard. It
was something that was past down generations and has been protected by the men
in our family for years. It was buried in the back yard by your late grandpa.
It was the rabbit’s foot.
You
may wonder, “What is so special about a rabbit’s foot?” It isn’t an average
rabbit’s foot. It’s special. It is powerful. The rabbit’s foot is hidden in the
addict. You must find it and protect it. The men that are after it are quite
evil and will stop at nothing to retrieve it. They are the Lowlanders. You must
not let them get it. You MUST protect it with your life, much like I did. Be
safe and always remember, I love you. Mike
put the letter back down on the desk and wiped the tears from his eyes. He
still didn’t have all the answers. He didn’t know who the Lowlanders are or why
they want the foot. He picked the letter back up and walked out of the office. 4. Mike
walked down the hallway and out the back door to the back porch. As he walked
outside he noticed the man once more and quickly shoved the note in his pocket.
He walked off of the porch and over to the tree where the man was standing. “Hey
kid”. He whispered. “Did you find out where the rabbit’s foot is?" “Not
exactly.” He said. “What
do you mean not exactly.” The man said. “Well,
it’s in the backyard somewhere. “Good, when you find it give me a call.” The
man handed him a card: George Stab 547-3917 Magic extraordinaire As
George walked away, Mike walked over to the shed opened the door and walked
inside. He spotted the shovel leaning against the wall. He grabbed the shovel
and walked outside of the shed forgetting to close the door and planted the
shovel into the ground and began to dig. 5. Mike
dug for several moments before he finally hit something. He laid the shovel
down and got down on his hands and knees and began dusting it off. It was a rectangular
shaped brown metal box with a black handle on the top. He grabbed it by the
handle and pulled it out of the ground. Mike blew the dirt off of the top and
pushed open the silver colored latch up and pulled the box open. Shooting
out of the box was a blinding gold ray. It was the rabbit’s foot. It was both a
yellow and blue colored charm. And it was something special. He knew that. But
why was it so special? That is what he yarned for. He reached back into his
pocket pulling out the big blue not his father left him along with George’s
card. He reached into the opposite pocket pulling out a cell phone. Mike
flipped his cell phone open and began dialing the number. It rang for a moment
before George finally answered. “Did
you find it?” George asked him eagerly. “Yes.
But what is so special about it? What is so special about this damn rabbits
foot?” Mike asked him. The line went dead. “Hello?” He asked. No answer. He
closed the cell phone and shoved it back into his pocket. He closed the box and
carried it over to the back porch. He sat down on the middle step and waited
for George to arrive. 6. After
about ten minutes of waiting, George finally arrived. He appeared out of the
woods that was surrounding the house and walked over to the back porch where Mike
was sitting. “Hey
kid, do you have it?” George asked. Mike nodded and revealed the box to him.
George’s mouth began to water. Mike flipped up silver latch and began to open
the box. “Stop!
Don’t give it to him!” A man shouted. It was his father. He appeared out of
nowhere and Mike Jr. quickly slammed the box shut, latched it back, and held it
close against his chest. “Dad?”
Mike Jr. said surprised. “That’s
right Mikey!” Mike Sr. replied. He turned his attention to George. “He doesn’t
know who you are does he? He doesn’t know what you did!” Mike Sr. said and he
then looked over to his son. “This is the man you were looking for Mikey! This
is the man who killed me.” Mike Sr. confirmed. Mike’s eyes began to tear up and
he picked himself up to his feet and backed away further on the porch. “No!
Mike don’t listen to him!” George said. “You
thought you could trick him didn’t you? You thought he would give you the
rabbit’s foot!” Mike shouted. The two men began to argue before a gunshot was
fired. A bullet pierced the chest of George Stab and he fell to the ground
dead. Mike Jr. dropped the gun onto the wooden porch and walked closer to his
Dad. “I
don’t get it Dad! What was so special about the rabbit’s foot? Why did it cost
you your life?” Mike Jr. asked him. “It’s
not an ordinary rabbit’s foot. It has…abilities.” Mike Sr. explained. “What
kind of qualities?” Jr. asked him. “Let’s
just say it is something very powerful that an evil over lord is interested in.
She will stop at nothing to retrieve it. That’s why you must keep it safe! You
can’t let anyone have it! Do you understand?” Sr. asked as appearance began to
fade in and out. “Not
really. What overload? Who are the Lowlanders?” Jr. asked. Mike Sr. reached out
placed his now see through hands on his son’s shoulders. “Look,
I don’t have time to explain, but you will find out soon enough. Just promise
me!” Sr. said. “I…I
promise!” Mikey said. His dad disappeared into the air. Mike placed the metal
box under his arm and walked back into his house. He is now the protector. The
protector of the rabbit’s foot. Copyright 2013 by Cody Williams and Joe Price Courtesy of The Enchanted Press A division of TTP Entertainment
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Cody WilliamsElizabethton, TNAboutI am in my second year at Carson-Newman University in Jefferson City, Tennessee were I major in instrumental music education and minor in English. My passions include playing the trombone/euphonium an.. more..Writing
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