Devil's Dead

Chapter 1 - I'm Sorry

Third Person POV

Joules was just beginning the journey to his last class of the day when the  bell rang. He sighed in frustration and dodged out of the way of multiple running students. He had been stuck in the counselors office all day, talking about Dravens unhealthy obsession with knives. The school was understandably unsure about it.

He let the big crowds walk by before making his way to his locker. He looked across the hall to where Morticia's locker was located. Neither she nor any of the others were there so he assumed everyone had already left without him.

Joules grabbed his discarded backpack out of his locker and slowly walked out of the school, taking his time as others rushed around him. He proceeded to get into his small car and turned on his phone, letting the air conditioner cool him and the car down. When his phone turned on, he was flooded with notifications from Morticia and Draven. Even a few from Willow and Jett.

He clicked Morticia's first. All of the texts said basically the same thing. Come to Jett's. Jett's, Draven's, and Willow's said the same. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and started driving towards Jett's house, confused as to why the gang was so adamant he got there quickly.

Meanwhile at Jett's house, Morticia was panicking.

"Guys we can't go through with this!" Morticia strained, staring down at the white chalk pentagram on the floor. Willow glared at her from where she was silently reading one of her witchcraft books.

"Shut up. This is going to happen," Draven said angrily, grabbing ahold of Jetts jacket. "Go get me my knife. The one with the skull." Jett nodded and ran off to get it.

"It doesn't feel right. He's our friend. He's my best friend," Morticia said, sliding down the wall to sit down. Her shaking hands tangled in her hair as a sort of anchor.

Jett came in shortly after with the requested knife, twirling it between his fingers effortlessly. Morticia watched in ever growing terror as Draven carefully ran it along his fingertip after ripping it from Jetts grip. They had been setting up everything since they left school and had been planning this for weeks.

Willow had prepared the pentagram and Jett got the candles ready while Draven psyched himself up, even though he didn't need it much. Every single one of them wanted to be recognized as one of the Devils people but there was going to be a price to pay to make that happen. Morticia jumped up when the doorbell rang.

Joules had arrived.

"Get the door Morticia. If he's a friend, then he'll do this for us," Draven commanded, rationalizing the situation in his head. She held back her tears and slowly left the room, shuffling her feet. Shutting the door behind her, she faintly heard Draven tell Willow to get the book ready and for Jett to get into position. Morticia took her time walking through the huge house, not wanting to ever make it to the front door, but she had to at some point. She wiped away tears that had started to fall as she pulled open the big mahogany door.

Morticia crumbled inside when she opened the door to a smiling Joules. Joules smile quickly turned into a frown when he saw tears in Morticia's eyes. "Are you okay?" Joules asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Morticia flinched away and Joules frown deepened as he dropped his arm back to his side.

"Follow me," Morticia said, waving her hand inside the house. Joules looked concerned but walked in anyways.

"What's going on?" He asked. Morticia stayed silent. "Tell me what's going on," Joules said forcefully, stopping in his tracks.

Morticia dug her fingernails into her palms and said, "Please just follow me. I'll explain everything."

Joules was silent for a moment before whispering okay and following her as she walked further into the house. They stopped at a room that Joules had never been in before. He always assumed it was a coat closet.