Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Ritual Part 3

It was about 7 pm and the sun was beginning to set when the boys set out on the hike to the abandoned barn in the far corner of the Batson’s farm. It was separated from Sol’s trailer by the town and several miles of woods, and hadn’t been used in years. Parts of it were falling in, but it would suit their purposes just fine.

In addition to his natural leadership abilities and superior intelligence, Solomon Chew was an avid reader. “I’ll read anything,” he often remarked to friends or family members, “even the back of the cereal box!” And it was true. He really would read literally anything: comic books, magazines, newspapers (especially the police blotter and obituaries), movie novelizations, cookbooks, warning labels, cans of hairspray, shampoo bottles, instruction manuals and, of course, lyric sheets and liner notes from his voluminous collection of cassette tapes. He’d even read a Gideon’s King James Bible he stole from the local Salvation Army. He thought of it as using the enemy’s tools against them. If he had been aware of Anton LeVay’s Satanic Bible, he would have read that as well. About the only thing we wouldn’t read was whatever was assigned to him at school or anything remotely resembling it.

The Ritual was something that Sol had found in his Necronomicon, and as far as his cousins knew, didn’t amount to much more than painting some strange symbols on the floor and reciting some gibberish in a dead language they had little hope of properly pronouncing. But they had faith. Hal and Shane believed that the ritual would work. They believed that they would raise some kind of spirits. And this faith was largely owed to their intrepid leader. Their faith was all thanks to seventeen-year-old Solomon Chew.

Born six weeks premature and desperately underweight, Sol had always been skinny as a switch. But he grew up tall like his daddy, and his cousins liked to call him “Weed.” Unbeknownst to them, he hated the nickname, and always introduced himself with his full appellation and surname. He adored the name Solomon. Along with his height, his name helped him conjure an air of majesty that was unexpected from a sullen teenager such as himself. His mother Brenda, a waitress in the local all-night diner, had given him the name in the hopes that he would grow to “be wise and graduate high school,” a first for the Chew men. With his grades the way they were at present, there was little hope of that. But when one is destined for greatness, what does schooling matter?

Their purpose that night was threefold. First, they wanted to unleash demons to wreak havoc and vengeance upon Locustville for all the torment they had endured as socially awkward outcasts. Second, Sol wanted to ask the spirits whatever happened to his daddy, Ezekiel Chew. And most importantly, they aimed to sign a contract in blood with the Devil himself (or a worthy representative) exchanging their eternal souls for the fame, fortune and debauchery that would accompany rock stardom. 

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To be continued tomorrow 08/24/2012.