Last Expected Person

It is a very, very short story that we did in class.

Last expected person

Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do it. He was a pretty hyper kid, but I never thought he’d go this far. But, I guess people change. Dramatically in this case.

          It was a rather calm day; I was lying under my Oak tree, just watching a squirrel try to open a nut. I was about to fall asleep when I felt something wet on my head. I opened my eyes and standing above me, was Joe. My next door neighbor and best friend, he had a weird habit of drooling.

          “D****t Joe you drooled on me.” I stood up and wiped the spit of my forehead with his shirt.

          “Sorry, sorry. But hey! You’ll never believe what I did!”  He seemed so excited. I was about to say something, but stopped. It was the middle of July, 87 degrees out, and Joe was wearing a coat, blue jeans, and winter gloves. Yet he wasn't sweating at all. Joe was strange, but he loves short sleeved shirts and shorts.

          I put it out of my mind for now. “So tell me, what did you do that I’ll never believe.” I stood up and started walking towards my house.

          “Well, I completed it. From five years ago. We thought it was fake but it worked!” Joe’s eyes had a weird twinkle to them that made me worry. As I looked closer, I saw that he was really pale. I was worried now, and my mind was remembering things that were meant never to be remembered.

          “Do you mean…. that?” I stopped and slowly stared at him. He vigorously shook his head.

          “Yes. I completed that ritual. The summoning of Satan is possible.” I immediately grabbed him by the chest and began yelling at him.

          “D****t Joe! Are you crazy? Do you even knows what would happen if you summoned Satan?! That’s why we stopped! We read it in the grimoire d****t! You’ll bring about the end of the world!” Joe looked really confused as I let him go.

          “What about our dream? You came to me with this idea five years ago, and then gave up?” He was slowly clenching his hands. And looked like he was going to cry.

          “No, that was just a phase from five years ago. I didn't really care for the Satanist crap.” I realized I said something wrong, for Joe stood up straighter and looked really mad.

          “Are you saying my dream is stupid?” He stuck his hand into his coat and I slowly backed away. I could feel a strange heat emanating from his body.   

          “No Joe, ending the world is stupid. It doesn't matter; did you at least close the portal before you came over here?” My heart almost leaped out of my chest as I saw that Joe’s eyes had become red. He began laughing hysterically.

          “Well you see. The portal won’t open without the necessary sacrifice. One human body. So just in case you didn't agree with me...” His sentence trailed off as he rushed at me. I was unprepared. I went to step back and fell, my head hitting a rock hard. Suddenly, I felt a horrible, burning pain in my chest. I look, and protruding from me, was a black dagger, stuck right through my chest.

          “No…..J-Joe…. Why?” He pulled the dagger out and slowly licked the blood off of it. My blood was flowing even more now, and was creating a puddle around me. With all my might I looked up and saw Joe slam the dagger into the ground. He yelled a few words into the air, and pushed the dagger deep into the Earth.

          The last thing I saw was the sky turn blood red, and a massive figure pull itself out of the ground. Huge protruding wings, sharp horns, and a flowing tail. Standing on top of Joe’s house it roared. Millions of demons flowed out of the Earth and began flying away. The large one came up to Joe, who was bowing at his feet.

          “Welcome, Lord Satan. I hope that you are proud of…..” His sentence was cut off short as Satan slammed his foot on Joe’s head, crushing it instantly. He then walked up to me and grabbed me by the neck.

          “You would have made a fine servant too.” His voice was deep and rough, and made my eardrums bleed. I tried to reach for him, but my world ended as he squeezed and snapped my neck. 

Reviews

[InvisibleMan]

There are some grammatical errors, but other then that - well done. Try being a little more descriptive - maybe a flashback to the time the dream happened, but interesting story nevertheless.

[fwvalidus]

I share the same sentiment as Dreamer does, very intense finish that puts me in awe. I like it, but I have a problem with the dagger going through your heart and still being alive, maybe just replace that with 'chest'?' Its good though, this is just me being picky. I hope you can stop by my page and review one of my chapters next! :)

[Dreamer]

This story is intense and leaves me speechless