Nightmare

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Why are we running now?" Barrel whined as he trailed behind two friends. He stopped and leaned against a tree, panting heavily, expecting Shock and Lock to turn and yell at him. To his surprise, they did the same thing, only Lock simply collapsed in a heap.

"I can't run anymore," he gasped, "Jack's just gonna have to save himself!"

Shock looked like she wanted to responded, but then just decided to roll her eyes and lean heavily against the tree. Some help they were, their one chance to actually do some good in this town and they couldn't put in the extra effort to do it. 'Maybe we're just not meant to be good.....' she thought sadly, looking at the gasping boys. They weren't all bad, just, immature. She sighed again, and straightened herself up, preparing to start running again, followed by the moaning boys.
"Ready," she grinned half-heartedly, "We have to get going." They ran forward, full speed, right into a tombstone.

"We made it!" Barrel cheered, momentarily forgetting why they had made the journey there.
"Yeah, genius," Lock scoffed, "Now we have to find someone to help us and then we get to do it all over again."
Suddenly, they heard a cat like wail echoing throughout the town.
"Oh Lord....." Shock groaned, "Looks like they figured out Jacks missing..."
"This could make things easier for us..." Lock grinned as the siren's wail filled the night.
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Zeke Nighte watched from the corner of the dimly lit room as his father interrogated the tired looking skeletal man. He sighed, slightly embarrassed by his father's tactics of interrogation, he may have been one of the best paranormal investigators out there, but when it came to actually trying to intimidate the victims he left alive, his father was lacking. He just wasn't as fearsome without his weapons and robots, or teenaged girls to threaten.
He flinched unconsciously at the memory, disgusted by his fathers underhanded tactics used to get the skeleton. It was almost disgraceful the way he had chased the innocent little elves out of their peaceful town. And who was this maniac that gave his father all the giant bugs and then brought them here?!? Surely this was all his fault! Zeke never remembered his father being this dishonorable. He had never had a problem following his father, killing strange, mystical creatures, interrogating them, hell, Zeke was probably just as good as his father, maybe even better. It took a lot to unnerve him, in fact, he didn't cave to much, but all this, it left him feeling like a child. What was it about this place, this skeletal man, that left him so unnerved, so ashamed. He sighed again and rubbed the back of his neck, then continued watching his father.

"ANSWER ME!!!!" Nighte screamed angrily, growing tired of the skeleton's lack of cooperation. This all seemed bore the tall bone man, or maybe he was just tired. His eyes drooped and he seemed unable to focus. Could it be that his new weapon was too powerful? It had sent the skeletal creature on a rampage, causing him to break his own arm. No...that couldn't be right, his new creation was perfect, just like all his others.
"What am I answering?" Jack asked, he was finding harder and harder to focus, not only were this man's scare tactics pathetic, he was concerned with other things. Like whether or not the Clawses had made it to safety.

"Your world fool," Nighte hissed, "Where are you from, are there others like you?" He slammed his hand against the table, this was absolutely ridiculous. Why wouldn't he focus? 'Maybe I should just finish the monster off now,' Nighte thought cruelly, beginning to pace in front of the table, 'Do the world a favor.' After all, not only had this creature taken over Christmas, he had been seen every Halloween, attacking people along with his monstrous companions.

"If you can't figure it out for yourself, then I'm not going to tell you." Jack gave a mischievous smile, then leaned back in his chair, much like a bored student.
Zeke sighed and put his head in his hand as his father sputtered in fury.
"What did I do to deserve this?" Zeke asked nobody in particular, then thought about it. "Don't answer that."

Jack stared at the boy suspiciously. He was acting awfully strange, and to top it all off, the entire time the man had been interrogating him, the boy seemed...distracted. Almost, ashamed. Was the boy really so different from his father, or was it just a ruse?

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise outside of the workshop. Jack sat up, alert, the boy jumped and nearly fell, and Nighte was already digging in his coat for a weapon.

"Those damn elves...." Nighte muttered, heading up the stairs.
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"Aero you moron!" Paris hissed, ducking behind one of the tiny, excessively cute houses, dragging fire demon behind him. In his haste, Aero had collided with one of the many Christmas trees decorating the town, knocking off all the ornaments with a loud crash. So now, the six panicked teens were diving behind buildings, trying to hide from an angry voice, ascending from a tiny workshop.

"Were are those damned elves?" a black haired man, clad in a long, black trench coat, muttered, walking out into the snow. His pale white skin seemed to blend in with the pure snow around him, giving him a bit of an demonic appearance. He tore around the building, searching for the source of the noise, but luckily, the six had managed to leap on top of a house, just in time. He grunted, and went back into the workshop, grumbling obscenities under his breath.

The Halloween teens stared down with worried looks on their faces. Was this the dark man? Despite his strange appearance, he didn't seem to dangerous. He certainly didn't seem strong enough to take down the Pumpkin King. There must have been something else....but what.

"That wasn't the man you were talking about...was it Xander?" Zag asked skeptically. He couldn't understand how that skinny man could be a threat. The Werewolf boy could probably take him on his own, so surely Jack could have taken him out easily.

The twins, however, were not fooled. The smell that had drifted up from the man almost made them vomit. He smelled of blood. It was almost as if he had been stained from years of slaughtering his enemies and bathing in their blood.

"It's him." Xander growled, gripping the edge of the roof.

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"What do you think the Mayor's on about this time?" Lye asked, throwing her long hair over her shoulder in a frustrated way. The bothersome mayor had sent off the alarm, yet again. The cat-like wail was begging to rub the young witch the wrong way.

"Probably just another town meeting," Bri, the dragon answered airily. Being the only dragon in Halloween, she really didn't like going to social gatherings, such as town meetings. Usually it was Jynx who dragged her to the meetings, and Jynx, who was just as anti-social as Bri, was forced to the meetings by Lye. So, naturally, the resident "pretty" witch had taken on the duty of dragging the cranky dragon into the town.

"Yeah," Lye shrugged, "Man where is everyone? Those losers better not have tried to skip out."

"Whaddya mean Lye?" a voice came from behind them, followed by some, somewhat annoying laughter. They turned to see a small group heading towards them. Leading the charge was Nicholar, an odd mix between a Mummy and Bigfoot, basically making him a very tall, human looking boy that had bandages wrapped partially around him. He was followed by a round, clownish girl and skinny, brown demon boy. The clown girl was Harley, the daughter of the Clown with the Tear Away face, she was painted up, somewhat like a mime, and was slightly robust like her father. The boy was Surge, a winged demon with a rather strange disposition. Lets just say he wasn't one for scaring.

Lye frowned at Nicholar and replied, "Haven't you noticed that about six people have been missing for the past several hours?"

"You counted?"

"Shut up."

"Anyway," Bri stopped the two before they began another useless argument. She crossed her arms across her chest, (she's in human form right now), "They will probably be at the meeting."

Still not knowing who was missing, the other three followed the girls towards town hall, not realizing who they were about to run into.
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"There they are!" Lock stated, pointing towards the arguing group of teenagers heading to town hall.

"There are more coming," Shock frowned, noticing as the group of four was growing to a group of six, then ten. "What, does the entire band travel in a herd or something?"

"A pack of geeks," Barrel muttered, laughing, "We don't want them all to help, do we?" It would pose as a problem if they all tried to go to Christmas in a group.

"We don't have a choice." Shock said solemnly, a frown plastered on her face.
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Alright, crappy ending, I'll admit that, but this is the longest any of my chapters yet, so hopefully its still good! Hope yall like it, even though it's not my best. Please regard me kindly!
-Jynx

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