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A late night drive goes deadly wrong, but now with the help of some black magic things could go from dead to worse.
Dead Ahead by Joe Solmo
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Transcript:
\\u201cBecca! Don\\u2019t come out here with your witchy bullshit!\\u201d Tom yelled as he threw another shovel full of dirt behind him. \\u201cIf you want to help, get in here and help me dig.\\u201d
\\u201cIt\\u2019s not witchy bullshit. I\\u2019m telling you this is bad. A person died. We did it. This is going to come back on us three-fold. This is a lot of negative energy,\\u201d Becca said pushing her long brown hair behind her ear. Her boyfriend Tom was in a hole about three feet deep and getting deeper by the second.
\\u201cCome take your turn. I need a break. It\\u2019s a lot harder than they make it look in the movies,\\u201d Tom said.\\xa0
\\u201cI told you I want no part in this,\\u201d Becca replied taking a step back into the chilly night.
\\u201cYou already are a part of this. You are just as guilty as I am. This poor bastard died because of both of us,\\u201d Tom retorted clanging the shovel off the corpse laying on the damp ground.
\\u201cI wasn\\u2019t the one driving!\\u201d Becca said, wiping a tear from her eye.
\\u201cAnd I suppose your next excuse is going to be you had your mouth full and couldn\\u2019t see over the wheel, right?\\u201d Tom sneered. \\u201cLook neither of us wanted this, but we have to take care of it. Do you know what would happen if we went to the cops?\\u201d\\xa0
\\u201cYeah, I know. We are wanted. Look, I don\\u2019t want to go to jail for murder either,\\u201d Becca argued.
\\u201cMurder? Who said anything about murder? It was an accident. We might get manslaughter, but surely not murder,\\u201d Tom responded pulling himself out of the hole and wiping his brow. His blond hair dirty with the earth he had been tossing. \\u201cThis will have to be deep enough.\\u201d
\\u201cWhat if someone finds the body?\\u201d Becca asked.
\\u201cNo one would give a fuck. This is Jersey.\\u201d
\\u201cI think you\\u2019ve watched too many mob movies,\\u201d Becca said and turned away from the grave. She looked at the car, sitting just off the road enough into the pines to be hidden from the traffic. Her blue eyes focused on the dent in the passenger side bumper, and the blood that stood out starkly on the white paint.\\xa0 They were never going to get away with it, she thought. There was just too much evidence. They should have just called the cops when they hit that jogger. One thing was for sure, it was the last time Tom was going to talk her into road head.
\\u201cBecca, are you even paying attention?\\u201d Tom asked. She turned around and saw him standing there with the jogger\\u2019s arms in his hand. \\u201cCome on, help me swing him into the hole,\\u201d he finished impatiently.
\\u201cI told you I don\\u2019t want that negative energy,\\u201d she said crossing her arms in defiance.
\\u201cI told you that witchy bullshit has to go. We have been dating almost a year now and I haven\\u2019t seen you do shit with it. So, unless you are going to wiggle your nose and lift the corpse into the grave, get your ass over here and lift this bastard with me,\\u201d Tom said tossing the jogger\\u2019s arms down onto the damp earth.
Becca rolled her eyes. With a sigh she gave in and walked around to the jogger\\u2019s feet. She grabbed his ankles and looked at Tom, waiting. \\u201cWell, are we doing this?\\u201d she asked.
Tom grabbed the other end and together they put the jogger into the open grave. She looked at the mangled person lying there, wondering what kind of life he had had before they had taken it from him. Did he have a family? Was someone looking for him?\\xa0 Her thoughts were interrupted when the jogger\\u2019s face got a shovel full of dirt. She looked up at Tom and saw him in a new light. This was too easy for him. She wondered if this was the first time he had to bury a body. She really didn\\u2019t know much of his past. He never spoke about his life before they met last year. She knew he wasn\\u2019t Mr. Right, more of a Mr. Right Now. One that got her out of a bad situation. If she was being honest, he was a bit of an asshole.
\\u201cDon\\u2019t worry, I got this,\\u201d he said as he continued to throw dirt into the grave.\\xa0
\\u201cWe only have the one shovel. You want me to use my hands\\u201d she snipped at him.
\\u201cWhy don\\u2019t you go wait in the car then,\\u201d Tom responded.
\\u201cI was going to say a few words when we were done. Nothing much, but something should be said.\\u201d
Tom scoffed. \\u201cI\\u2019ll say something, don\\u2019t worry about it.\\u201d
\\u201cSometimes you can be a real jerk, you know that?\\u201d she said and stormed off sullenly to the car, she plopped in the passenger seat, slamming the door.\\xa0
\\u201cYou like him so much maybe you should give him head too, I think it\\u2019s going to get real stiff soon,\\u201d Tom yelled smacking the corpse again with the shovel. Becca could hear it ring out even from the car.\\xa0
She reached under the seat and found her bag. She dug inside for a cigarette, just to take the edge off. She pulled out a worn paperback.\\xa0 Payback Rituals and Spells of Revenge. She remembered that her friend Amanda let her borrow it. They had found it in her mother\\u2019s items after her suicide. That was just before she left town with Tom. She thumbed through it while waiting.
The Revenant: The dead with a mission.
Bring a recently deceased person back to right the wrong of death. This is a gray area of balance with nature. On the one hand, it disrupts death, but it can help the soul reach peace through resolution. The weight of this ritual can weigh heavy on one\\u2019s soul. Caution should be used while contemplating this ritual. Haste will be your enemy.
\\u201cHa. Would serve the asshole right if I brought that jogger back. Teach him a lesson. I\\u2019m the only one stupid enough to miss him, and it would absolve my guilt,\\u201d Becca said to the empty car. \\u201cHaven\\u2019t done shit with it\\u2026\\u201d
\\u201cHey babe, I\\u2019m all done just going to say a few words,\\u201d Tom yelled as he unzipped his zipper. A steaming stream landed on the newly packed earth. \\u201cOoohhh. Awwwww. Those enough words for ya?\\u201d he called over his shoulder.
\\u201cThat son of a bitch,\\u201d Becca said and got out of the car, but instead of heading towards him, she went off into the woods alone with her bag.
\\u201cWhere you going? It was just a joke!\\u201d he called out as he shook out the last drops. \\u201cCome on babe!\\u201d Tom chased off after her into the woods. \\u201cBabe?\\u201d\\xa0 He heard a few twigs snap off to his left, he turned in that direction but it was too dark to make anything out. She was heading farther into the barrens away from the highway.\\xa0
\\u201cOkay. You made your point. Come back and do a real Eulogy. I won\\u2019t interrupt, I promise!\\u201d Tom called out into the night. Was that a flashlight ahead? He sighed and headed towards the light he saw.
Becca was on her knees in a small clearing, illuminated not only by the moonlight above, but by her flashlight laying on the dew-covered grass in front of her. She was saying something over and over again in a whisper that Tom couldn\\u2019t make out.
\\u201cBabe?\\u201d he said shining his light on her back, casting her shadow on the trees around them. \\u201cIt\\u2019s done, we can leave now.\\u201d
Becca opened her eyes and turned her head. Quickly she placed some objects into her bag before he could see what they were. \\u201cBe right with you,\\u201d she said and stood up, wiping off her stockings. She reached down for her bag, but his hand on hers froze her in place.
\\u201cWhat were you doing out here with your bag?\\u201d he asked, intensely meeting her gaze.
\\u201cI had to use the bathroom and I didn\\u2019t want to do it close to the highway,\\u201d Becca replied and pulled her hand away from his. She clutched her bag to her chest with one hand and gestured with the other. \\u201cLead the way!\\u201d she finished sarcastically.
\\u201cYou know, sometimes you can be a real bitch. You better get that in check before I leave your ass for a younger model,\\u201d he said as he led the way back towards the car.\\xa0
\\u201cI doubt you could find someone that would put up with your shit for very long.\\u201d
Tom turned and faced her. \\u201cI\\u2019m serious. Your looks will only get you so far. You better drop that attitude\\u2026before I drop you,\\u201d he threatened.
\\u201cAre you kidding me? You\\u2019re threatening me?\\u201d\\xa0
\\u201cIt\\u2019s not a threat, it\\u2019s a promise,\\u201d he said and stared at her for a few seconds. When she didn\\u2019t respond, he turned back into the woods and continued on.
\\u201cThat\\u2019s the most clich\\xe9 saying,\\u201d Becca mumbled under her breath, but followed Tom into the night.\\xa0
She heard the words Tom spoke again, but this time it wasn\\u2019t his voice, it was her father\\u2019s. The threats and beatings that she had been suppressing came rushing back. She remembered the last time he spoke those words to her.
It was just a little over one year ago, she had come home from Amanda\\u2019s house where they were studying for the History final. She came in through the back door into the kitchen. It was seven p.m. and she had not eaten since lunch. She bumped into the dish rack sending a steak knife onto the floor. She closed her eyes and froze, hoping her father had not heard.
Becca remembered opening her eyes and then rummaging through the cabinet for something to eat. Her eyes lit up when she found a box of cereal. In her haste to eat, she dropped the box scattering the flakes across the linoleum floor.
Her father entered the room a second later and saw the mess on the floor. \\u201cWhat is this? Clean this up!\\u201d he yelled as he made his way to the fridge for another beer. At this time of night, he was probably on his fifth. She tried to walk past him to get the broom from the closet, but her father\\u2019s large hands stopped her. He threw her down to the floor.
\\u201cI said clean this up, you clumsy bitch!\\u201d
\\u201cI was getting the broom!\\u201d she said, looking up at him through tear-blurred eyes.\\xa0
\\u201cI didn\\u2019t say get the broom, I said clean'