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.
He glanced at Morticia when she only stared at the door. Her hands visibly shook as she opened the door and pushed Joules hard, causing him to stumble unto the room. Joules screamed when hands grabbed him. He looked from side to side, only to see Draven and Jett. He was relieved for only a moment. There was no joking, no hellos.
They yanked him further into the room while Morticia closed the door behind her. Joules heart rate spiked when the lights went out and all that was illuminating the room was white candles. Draven and Jett threw him on the ground, knocking the breath out of his lungs as he failed to catch himself. Jett held Joules down as he tried to catch his breath. All sanity went out the window when Draven approached Joules with a knife. Joules threw his arms back, struggling against Jetts stronger hold.
"What's going on?" Joules questioned, wide eyed and panicked. He searched the faces of his friends. Moritica's held sadness. Jett's held nervousness. Willow's held indifference. Draven's held hunger, hunger for blood, hunger to be recognized. Draven smirked at Joules fearful gaze.
"Let's do this," Draven said calmly, ignoring Joules questions and pleading eyes. Draven grabbed a hold of one of Joules arms and held it tighter when Joules struggled to pull away.
"Stop!" Joules screamed when Draven dug his knife deep into the veins on his wrist. Jett pushed Joules down harder while Willow started chanting. Joules cried and pleaded as Draven walked around to his other side. As he cut just as deep into Joules other wrist, Draven and Jett started chanting with Willow.
"Morticia! Fucking chant and hold his legs!" Draven yelled, pointing his bloodied knife at her. Morticia had been crying through the entire thing, watching from a distance as the violence unfolded. She rushed forward and pushed down on Joules legs as he continued to scream and thrash around. Willow's chants got louder and the candles surrounding the pentagram started burning with an unnatural intensity.
Draven yanked Joules head up by his hair, causing yet another yell to escape. Joules jeans started to become damp with tears from Morticia. His arms began to soak in the blood pooling around him. Willow's voice changed, morphing into a darker tone while her eyes rolled back.
"It's time," Draven said, pausing his chants to say the words. He placed the knife at Joules neck and shut his eyes tight before pushing down and slicing the skin open.
Draven, Morticia, and Jett backed away from Joules, letting him drop to the ground completely. Joules clutched at his neck as blood poured out and washed over the spots on the floor that hadn't already been covered in his blood.
Morticia, Jett, Draven, and Willow formed a messy circle around him and picked up the chant once again, covering the bloody choking sounds of the boy dying on the floor. The candle flames turned a dark ominous blue and Joules blood started moving to join pentagram, swirling to cover the white satanic mark. Joules vision had gone black, the only light was coming from above him and he had decided to follow it.
"This sacrifice is yours!" Willow yelled as they finished the chant. Morticia looked down at Joules and tried her hardest to work through her tears; he was no longer breathing, no longer moving. It was only moments before Joules started levitating and flames engulfed the room. Morticia screamed and Jett almost broke the circle in an attempt the save himself from the unnatural flames.
The Devil himself, stood behind Joules, examining the limp body. The Devil's heart clenched at the sight of Joules floating next to him. He was beautiful and the Devil knew immediately that Joules was his soul mate. He looked up to the people around him, anger building, knowing these were Joules killers.
"Dark one, this sacrifice is for you. We wish to be recognized as one of your people," Draven said, staring intently at him, waiting for his reward. The Devil said nothing, only pulled Joules into his arms and disappeared in a plethora of flames.
Willow dropped Jett and Dravens hands when the room was cleared of the unnatural flames, shaking them out as if she was disgusted by touching. Jett flipped on the light and closed his eyes as the scene of the what they'd done became completely visible. Joules blood covered the floor and was currently washing away the chalk as it flooded the room. A few of the candles now had red stains and all of them were almost completely melted.
Morticia ran out of the room at high speeds when Draven spoke. "This was bullshit. He just took him and left."
"I'm sure we are part of his people now. He will appreciate the sacrifice," Willow reassured him, setting her hand on his shoulder with a look of disdain on her face from the action. He shook her off and nodded stiffly.
"Clean this mess up," Draven ordered, walking out to sharpen and clean his knife. Willow and Draven got to cleaning while Morticia sat in Joules car, sobbing. She started it up and drove it to Joules house before rushing out of it and running.
She cried into her pillow that night for hours, hating herself for what she had let happen to her best friend, what she had done to him.
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Side story I'll be writing. Random updates. None of the other chapters will be in third person.
I'm sorry if it's not very good, I've never written anything in third person before.
Picture is how I sorta imagine Joules only his eyes are green.
Hope you like it!