The Shadow of Chezzimeto

THE SHADOW OF CHEZZIMETO

The first book in the Thriller series

PREFACE

As I lay dying, with the knife in my side, on the Pinecrest golf course. The shadow of Chezzimeto stood over me. As he reached down for the final blow, his memories came over me like a flood. This is how it all began.

You would never that I Devon Anderson would be nominated to get killed by Chezzimeto’s shadow. And it all began with one person, Chezzimeto.

CHAPTER 1: Assignment from my one and only, great, lovely, professor teacher Mr. Schwartz

I am Devon Anderson, a writer, a student. A victim. It all started when Mr. Schwartz, my english professor called on me. Out of every student in the classroom of St. Louis State College, he chose me. But everyone cheered me on, I wish. The project the professor had assigned me was to research the world’s best leaders in the past. But I could totally do this … If I was Einstein!

CHAPTER 2: Leaders, lunch ladies, and ducks

I went home to my 2 bedroom dorm, and I found my overweight roommate Chuck watching TV. The TV was turned to the Nature Center, Chuck was a nature freak. I said hi to Chuck and walked into my room. Marge had left a huge mess in my room, and was using my expensive text-book as a chew toy. Marge, never has liked me, and starting barking at me, when I walked in. You might think that Marge is a dog, but she is actually a duck.

“Quack, quack quack.” Marge said walking out of my room.

“Chuck! Keep your duck, in your room, and out of mine!” I yelled. My room was a disaster, and my text-book was ruined. I opened my laptop and started researching great leaders in the past. I researched and wrote my paper, for about 4 hours. And I had a pool of great leaders. Some of the great leaders were George Washington, Napoleon Bonaparte, Abraham Lincoln, Adolf Hitler, and Chazzimeto, who I had never heard about before. I printed off all of the pictures of those leaders, and hung them up for now. Chuck walked into my room and saw George Washington, and said

“Hey! That lady is our lunch lady!”

Oh Chuck, how I worry about him sometimes.

“Actually, that is George Washington, our first president. He led the patriots in the revolution, and made America a country.” I said trying to speak in Chuck language.

“So” He said walking out of the room.

“Hey, can you not bother me today. I’m really busy, I’m watching a documentary on bears behavior patterns.” He finished.

As said earlier, ‘oh Chuck’

Chapter 3: Black rings

As I heard Chuck finish off the leftover potato chips, I noticed something weird around the great leaders. Napoleon, Hitler, and Chezzimeto all had black rings around their eyes. I had never noticed that before.  I thought that was weird. I thought that Napoleon, Hitler, and Chezzimeto had a lot in common. Napoleon, Hitler, and Chezzimeto were all war leaders, however they all thought for the bad. Napoleon had thousands of people killed. Hitler had almost killed off an entire race. And Chezzimeto was a South Korean leader, who tried to completely kill off China. He wasn’t successful and he died in the battle. I was really interested in Chezzimeto’s story and typed Chezzimeto in Google. I looked at several more websites on Chezzimeto, and I found a quote by Aristotle, and he talked about Chezzimeto. This was the quote. “The legacy of Chezzimeto, is a legacy like no one else. The legacy of Chezzimeto was so powerful, that not even death could stop it. When Chezzimeto’s body died, his shadow was separated from his body. The shadow still roamed the Earth, looking for revenge. The shadow could possess …” Okay. That was enough of that crazy Aristotle. He was starting to get a little to crazy.

Chapter 4: How to Ignore The Silent Treatment

I shut my laptop and went to the kitchen, I noticed the pizza was gone, Chuck would not eat it because he was vegetarian for his love of animals, so who did eat the pizza?

“Quack” Marge walked by and barked without looking at me.

I never liked that duck.

I was so tired, so I walked down to the huge english room where a substitute was sitting at the desk.

“Where is Mr. Schwartz” I asked.

The sub looked at me like I was dumb, she was right, I was. I looked over to where the sub was pointing, the drama room. The professor does visit Mr. Light a lot, they were old friends.

“Can you tell the professor I need some help with my project and if I could type here” I couldn't tell if the sub noticed I was talking. Again, the stupid look. I would have to go tell Mr. Schwartz myself. I started walking to the drama room and when I opened the door I saw it. Was it real, did that just really happen.

“Mr……..Schwartz” I couldn't speak, “helppp”.

Chapter 5: Mysterious Murders

Mr. Schwartz, would never be the guy that would be murdered. But, right now in the english room, Mr. Schwarz was lying dead on the ground. There were 2 police men in the room, looking around the room. I asked kind of desperaturate,

“What happened?!” The policemen looked at me kind of surprised that I was there. They turned to me and said,

“Well, Donald Schwarz was murdered today. We have no idea who murdered him, now, unless you can help, can you please leave?” The policeman asked.

“Well, I can’t help you. But, what’s going to happen now?” I asked. The policeman looked kind of sad, but he said.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s gonna happen.” Very disappointed I walked out of the room.

Chapter 6: Emails from the Grave

I was really sad that Mr. Schwartz was gone. He was definitely by far my favorite professor, even if he assigned me, huge projects. I walked into my dorm almost in tears, Chuck noticed me sad. He immediately felt obligated to cheer me up. I went int0 my room and sat down on my bed. A minute later Chuck walked into my room, with something behind his back.

“Hey Devon.” Chuck said.

“What’s wrong?” I was really happy to have Chuck there, it just felt good to talk to someone.

“Well. You know my English teacher, Mr. Schwartz?” I asked. Chuck nodded his head no. Of course Chuck didn’t know who my English teacher was. Chuck still had a 9th grade english teacher. The only reason he got into the college was because he was such a smart ecologist.

“Well. Some evil person, came by and killed Mr. Schwartz.” I said kind of depressing.

“Wow, that’s too bad.” He said.

“Well, when you were gone, I finished up my documentary on bears behavior patterns. And, when bears get sad, all the other bears, do everything they can to cheer the sad bear up. Usually, when the sad bear is sad, the other bears give him a gift. SO… since we are kind of like bears, so, I got you a gift.” He pulled out the gift from behind his back. He was holding an egg.

“Wow. Thanks. How did you know that I always wanted an egg?” I said kind of sarcastic. But for some reason Chuck was dead serious.

“This is a very special egg. This egg, is Marge’s very first egg.” Chuck said very serious. I knew this was a big deal to Chuck so I went along with it.

“Oh wow! Thank you so much for such a generous gift! I had no idea!” But deep inside I was terrified. First, I was terrified of the murderer who murdered Mr. Schwartz. And second, I was terrified of 2 Marge’s in my dorm. I immediately shook that idea out of my head. That was just too much to imagine. Chuck set the egg down on my pillow. And sat down on the bed next to me.

“Well Chuck. I know that’s sad. But I really do have to work.” I said.

“Okay,” Chuck said, he began walking out of the room.

“Hey. In case you’re interested. I’m going to watch a new TV show about kangaroos playing football. I’m going to start a promotion about kangaroos joining the NFL, so I could always use an extra hand. I want to see kangaroos on the football field by 2017. Go KANGAROOS!” Chuck yelled, on his way out.

Oh Chuck

I pulled out my laptop and that website with the Aristotle quote was still pulled up. That quote about Chezzimeto’s shadow still lingering on seemed a little unsettling to me, considering that Mr. Schwartz was just killed. I heard the DING of an email coming in, so I switched tabs to my email. I looked at the email, and I couldn’t believe what I saw. It was an email from Mr. Schwartz. I got completely creeped out, because you normally don’t receive emails from dead guys, so I was creeped out. I opened the email. Inside the email was a video attachment. I was getting really creeped out, but I clicked on the video. This is what I saw. I saw Mr. Schwartz standing in front of his classroom crying. He was just crying nonstop. Finally he looked up at the camera and said.

“Dev… Devon. I’m… so sorry.” He looked up at the camera again and said. “I’m sorry! I nominated you. I … I nominated you to Chezzimeto!” I paused the video. I was creeped out. What was Mr. Schwartz saying. Chezzimeto? Chezzimeto had been dead for millions of years. For whatever reason I thought of that quote by Aristotle. ‘The legacy of Chezzimeto, is a legacy like no one else. The legacy of Chezzimeto was so powerful, that not even death could stop it. When Chezzimeto’s body died, his shadow was separated from his body. The shadow still roamed the Earth, looking for revenge..’ That last part stood out to me the most. ‘The shadow still roamed the Earth, looking for revenge.’ Aristotle’s quote couldn’t have anything to do with this did it? What if … no, no that was impossible. I clicked play on the video. More sobbing from Mr. Schwartz. He looked at the camera. “Devon. Chezzimeto is coming for you. Sob. He… will do everything that he can to kill you. Just like he did to me.” I paused the video. Was Mr. Schwartz saying that some shadow killed him? And was he also saying that the same shadow that killed him, was trying to kill me? This was all just too intense.  I switched to the tab with the Aristotle quote, and this time I read the whole thing. “The legacy of Chezzimeto, is a legacy like no one else. The legacy of Chezzimeto was so powerful, that not even death could stop it. When Chezzimeto’s body died, his shadow was separated from his body. The shadow still roamed the Earth, looking for revenge. The shadow could possess anyone who wasn’t nominated. If you were nominated that meant you would be killed within 25 days of the nomination. However if Chezzimeto did not kill you within 25 days, that meant the shadow of Chezzimeto will be destroyed forever.”

Chapter 7: The Bogeyman

I was kind of freaked out, because if this whole shadow thing was true that meant I had less than 25 days to live. I decided not to tell Chuck, because he really didn’t need any of that fear in his life. So that night I did a good section of the project and went to bed. In the middle of the night I heard some scratching noises, I woke up and I noticed a black figure standing in the corner of my bedroom. I groaned,

“Chuck, I know it’s you, What are you trying to do, dress up as the Bogeyman? Well, you’re not scaring me.” At that moment the door open and light flooded the room. Chuck walked in with Marge.

“Devon? You OK? I heard you call my name.” Chuck said. Wait. What. If Chuck was standing in the doorway, then who was standing in the corner. I turned and looked at the corner. No one was there.

Chapter 8: Getting a nightlight from a duck

“Chuck. You’re not  going to believe me, but I think I saw someone standing in the corner of my room. I think it was the guy who killed Mr. Schwartz.” I said to Chuck. Chuck looked at me, with kind of crazed look. I could tell he didn’t believe me.

“Okay, well look no one’s here now. And you probably just imagined the whole thing. Plus,  it’s 3:00 in the morning. How about you try to get some sleep.” Chuck said. I did think that was the best idea.

“Okay, but I’m still creeped out.” I said. Chuck responded,

“You know what. If you’re so scared, I’ll let you have Marge’s nightlight tonight.”

“Quack!” Marge quacked. She looked very annoyed at Chuck.

“Marge! You can sleep without your night light for one night. Give me a break.” Chuck yelled at Marge. They had a long argument. There was a lot of yelling and quacking. I kept looking at the corner, where the mysterious figure had stood. There was nothing weird about the corner, it looked perfectly normal. Finally, the argument ended.

“Okay. Devon, you can use Marge’s nightlight tonight. But, Marge is gonna want to finish off that ice cream you’ve been holding on to.” Chuck said. I had no idea how he communicated with a duck, and that seemed like a pretty bad deal. But the last time, I didn’t accept Marge’s deal. Woah. That’s a nightmare I’m not ever gonna forget. I accepted the deal, and Chuck walked into his room and grabbed the nightlight. My room was illuminated so now I could see everything in my room. Chuck went to his bed, and I could hear Marge in the kitchen, opening up the freezer. Jump into the freezer. Knock something out of the freezer. And then I heard a very angry duck, try to open MY Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. Then it got chaotic. Marge went crazy, trying to open that ice cream. I knew that Marge would wake up the whole building, if she couldn’t get into the ice cream. And, pet’s were not allowed. I should have told the building executive a long time ago, but if they took Marge. I think Chuck might have a heart attack. I ran into the kitchen, and saw Marge just going crazy at the ice cream. She was just jumping up and down, over and over again on that ice cream. I ran in and grabbed the ice cream. For a minute there it got chaotic, Marge thought I was going back on my word, and then she started attacking me. She flew up and bit my ear. She started chasing me all over my dorm, just biting me like I was candy. In the middle of all that chaos I opened the ice cream, and held it out. Fast as lightning Marge swooped in and grabbed the ice cream and flew back to the kitchen, and just started devouring the leftover of my ice cream. I walked into my room, and laid down in bed. I was almost asleep when I looked over at the corner, where previously that figure had stood, and I almost had a heart attack. There were giant scratches in the wall, definitely from a knife. I looked closer and realized the scratches were words. This is what the words said.

DEVON  ANDERSON
WHAT HAPPENED TONIGHT,
WILl NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN.

YOU ESCAPED WITH YOU LIFE,

BUT, I HAVE 24 DAYS TO KILL YOU

xCHEZZIMETOx

That was the last thing I remember before passing out.

Chapter 9: A good morning run, with a hint of mad dog

I woke up pretty early, no wonder I couldn’t sleep good. I was absolutely terrified. I could hear some weird noises come from our living room, and decided to check it out. I went out and saw Chuck doing some of the weirdest dance moves I had ever seen. First, it was weird that Chuck was working out, and second what was he dancing too? It was weird. The TV was on and the instructor was teaching some dance moves.

“Hey Chuck. Good morning. Uh, what are you doing. Chuck started talking to me, without even looking at me.

“Devon. I’m learning the dance moves of a dance moves of bees. So, from now on I will be able to dance with bees. It’s also great exercise.”

“Okay, well Chuck that’s great. I’m gonna go on a run, if that’s okay.” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, you do that. I’ll cook breakfast while you’re gone. Let’s get our WAFFLES on!” Chuck shouted. That was another thing about Chuck, he was a great chef. His food was always good. I walked into my room to change, and I could hear Chuck yelling.

“Come on assistant chef Marge! Let’s get our cooking on.” I changed and walked out of my room. When I left my dorm, that last thing I saw was Marge cracking eggs into the mix. I walked to the elevator and rode that down to the lobby. No one was out. That was different, usually the lobby was packed. I walked outside, and the weather was perfect. Rain. I love the rain, and I love to run in the rain. Since, it was raining no one was out. I ran to the park and started running around the track. I passed a man walking two huge great danes, one was white and the other was brown. I passed them, and I noticed the weirdest thing. The man walking the dogs, was completely zoned out, he didn’t even notice that I passed him. Then, I noticed the creepiest thing about him. He had black rings around his eyes. He turned his head to me and said in the most creepiest voice I had ever heard.

“Devon Tyler Anderson. You have been nominated by Donald Zack Schwartz, and therefore you must die!” That was not a good sign. The man let go of the leashes of the dogs, and the two great danes fur turned black. The two giant great danes began charging toward me. I began running back towards my dorm. I can say this, I have never ran so fast before in my life. I ran across the street. I mean I ran to the stoplight and waited for the little white guy to show up, and then I crossed the street. NO! I was running for my life! Of course I jaywalked! I was running toward the apartment, where I would be safe. Unfortunately, for me the dogs were way faster than me, and they were gaining on me. I was 50 yards from the door, if only I could make it. The dogs were right on my heel. Right before the dogs took a lovely bite out of my heel, something hit the dog in the face. It was Marge.

“Quack!” Which was a pretty good war cry from a duck, and flew back into the air, for another aerial attack. The dog got back up, and starting chasing me again. This time something else hit in the face. I looked up and saw Chuck leaning out of our window. He was chucking waffles at the dogs. The waffles didn’t hurt the dogs, but it seem to distract them. Then Chuck went inside, and returned with 50 gallon bucket of syrup. He held the bucket out the window and he waterfalled the syrup on the dogs, and on some very confused pedestrians. For whatever reason, the syrup did something to the dogs. The fur of the dogs turned back to brown and white. Chuck had saved the day. At that moment, the man who was walking the dogs came out of the shadow of a light pole. He reached into the shadow, and literally brought out some shadow. He then morphed the shadow, as if it were clay, into a shotgun. He aimed the shotgun and aimed it at the window. He fired the gun, and luckily Chuck dived out of the way. The man reloaded the gun, out of shadow bullets. But before he could fire, he got quacked. There was a 10 pound dumbbell tied to a yard long rope. The yard long rope was tied to one of Marge’s legs. Marge flew in for the final aerial attack. And the dumbbell hit the mysterious man in the face. The man fell down, and didn’t get up. Chuck and his helpful partner had taken out the mysterious man. I ran inside the lobby, which was in chaos, because of the shotgun sounds. I ran to the elevator and jumped in. I rode up to my floor, and ran into my dorm. Chuck was standing there in all of his glory. Marge was sitting on his shoulder, with a bottle of whipped cream, in her mouth. They were a powerful duo. Chuck said,

“Sorry, we used up all the waffles. Now we have no breakfast.” That was confusing, he had just saved me from shadow dogs, and a mysterious shadow man, and now the biggest concern he had was no breakfast. I said,

“Hey, you were amazing out there. I kind of want to get out of here, so do you want to go get breakfast somewhere?” That was a win win. I’m getting out of here, and Chuck was getting free food. We got in the elevator and hopped down to the lobby. We got onto the street, and started looking for the fanciest place to eat.

Chapter 10: McDonald's

10 minutes later after we went looking for the fanciest place to eat, we ended up in a McDonald’s. While we in line to order our food, me and Chuck was talking about what had just happened. We whispered to each other,

“How did you know that I was coming? And how did you have all those waffles ready?” I whispered.

“Well. First of all it wasn’t hard knowing that you were coming. You screamed like a little girl, and I am always ready for attack. Second, I had a lot of waffles ready for breakfast, so it worked out.” Chuck whispered back. By this time we were at the counter.

“Well, I have reason to believe the shadow of Chezzimeto is hunting me.” I whispered. At that time the South Korean cashier looked up from the counter, and said to me.

“Did you say Chezzimeto?” He asked. I looked at him confused, how would he know about Chezzimeto?

“Yes? Do you know who he is?” I asked him back. The cashier looked very insecure, but said to me.

“This is something else, we need to talk about later. How about tonight at midnight. Meet here.” He said very serious. Then he smiled and said,

“Welcome to McDonalds! Can I interest you in a McChicken sandwich, or the scrumptious McRib, or the 5$ party pack?” I looked at him kind of confused then realized he was trying to be secret so I said really loud, not to attract attention.

“Yeah, I would like the $5 Party Pack. You know why I want the Party Pack? Because, I’m a party kind of guy, that’s why. Whoo! Party!” On second thought, maybe that attracted more attention.  The cashier looked at me kind of weird and then ordered the 5$ party pack. Chuck went to order something when I stopped him, and told him that we were having the party pack, and that he couldn’t have his own breakfast. He looked disappointed, then he got very serious, he leaned and whispered to me.

“Since we are ordering the Party Pack, does that mean we can have a party?” Why he was so secretive I don’t know. But, I nodded my approval. He seemed happy about that. Chuck looked like he remembered something then said to me.

“Hey I just remembered something I have to do. I’ll meet you at the apartment.” He ran out of the McDonalds. I got the Party Pack, and headed back to the apartment. I opened the door, and Marge was there.

“Quack.” She said, then she walked off.

Chapter 11: Chuck cries over Chicken tenders, well duck, you’ll see what I mean!

I never thought of dying, but then I did, when that man came out from the shadows. The smell was of burnt popcorn, that really strong, ”I’m dead” smell. I closed the door to McD’s. It was weird because I almost never come here, AT NIGHT! The South Korean looking man walked up to me in full uniform, (minus the metal bat), and began to tell me the same story about Chezzimeto that I read online.

“No, what is his weakness” I yelled at Bob. His nametag read that, but I doubt it was his name.

“I don’t know, I know so little”.

“Then why did you bring me here!”

“HE asked me to”.

“What do you mean HE?”

“I have a family, HE threatened me, I had to”.

“HE?”, then I knew what he meant.

Bob lended me the bat as I ran through the park. I jumped over a bench and squeezed the metal handle. I could hear and see my breath in the dark park. Then I turned around to the sound of gunshots. HE’s back. Chezzimeto.

Chuck soon ran out from the GunMan’s gun store with a pistol.

“Chuck!” I tried to be quiet but I couldn’t, I was scared. Chuck ran over to me and slid under the bench by my side, still holding the pistol. He handed it to me, it was empty. Next time I ask for a gun from someone in the apocalypse, NOT CHUCK!

“Help please, they hurt her” Chuck grabbed onto the end of the red V on my Vneck. Then we ran back home.

As soon as I saw it, I froze, not as much as Schwartz, more. Marge was on the table wings open next to a happy meal box, a knife through her thin throat. Chuck ran in after me.

“The eee..ggg” Chuck pointed to Marge's head, right above it was my smashed egg. Marge. Schwartz. I couldn’t take it, me.

Then I thought what if I nominated Chezzimeto, I had to get back to that guy, tratoir, Bob, he would know. But we couldn’t go through the lighted streets, we had to go through, then I looked at Chuck and thought. I looked up at him.

“The cemetery”.

Chapter 12: Over the hills, and through the cemetery?

Me and Chuck trudged through the cemetery. We reached the top of the hill, and we saw a figure standing in the shadow under on the graves. Me and Chuck stopped. People don’t normally walk around cemeteries. The man stepped out of the shadow in a limp. Zombie. The zombie started running towards us. At that moment a hand shot out from the ground and grabbed my leg. The zombie was trying to pull me in. Chuck started kicking the hand, and the hand let me go. I started sprinting for the entrance. A grave erupted in front of me, and several zombies spilled out. They climbed over each other in order to get me and Chuck. Chuck ninja kicked one of the zombies, and that was the most athletic thing I had ever seen him do. We ran to the fence, but it wouldn’t open. We were trapped.

The man started walking and he noticed he was looking kind of different. He came closer, and he was missing half of his head. His head was completely burned, and he was missing half of it. He started walking towards us, and I could tell that he had been in a fire before. Another man stepped out from behind another grave, and he too, was covered in burns. He was missing an arm. Another person came out from the shadows burnt.

Some of the graves were bust open and dead grass was everywhere in chunks.

Chuck started to yell, so I shut him up.

¨Be quiet you water buffalo¨ I said stuffing chunks of grass in his mouth.

All of these men and women had bright black rings around there eyes. I was scared, they were circling us with smiles on their faces, well burnt smiles. Zombies. No, not classic zombies. Chezzimeto.

¨Chuck¨ I shouted as I noticed he wasn't by my side anymore.

¨What¨ I could hear that coming from behind a grave.

I walked up to the grave and dolphin talked Chuck, (the only sweet talk he knew), I looked behind the grave, Chuck looked up, black rings and all. So, it being Chuck, I ran, (nah!), walked.

Chapter 13: I meet Bilbo Baggins

LARPing. Live action role playing.

Two men were sword fighting right outside the cemetery exit. Larping.

¨Run Gandalf¨ I shouted at the one dressed as a wizard.

¨Souronman¨ he shouted back.

¨Nobody cares¨ I shouted at the wizard.

¨I do¨ said the shorter one.

¨Shut up Bilbo¨.

¨What did you call me¨ the little one cursed a little more.

“For the record I am Gimli! The all mighty and powerful dwarf.” The little one yelled. He saw the zombies, and yelled.

“ORKS! Prepare for battle!” The two men ran towards the gate, and opened it up. I ran out the exit. The two action characters ran towards the zombies, and the Chezzimeto zombies overtook the two characters. However the zombies weren’t biting the guys. The were just holding them so they couldn’t get away. The zombie with the burnt head, pulled out a big stick. He struck the big stick against a grave, and then I realized it was a match. The zombie threw the match at a big tree. The torch got stuck in the tree, and the entire tree caught in flames. The flaming tree fell down. The zombies grabbed the two guys, and threw them in the fire. They were burnt alive. Then the two guys stood up from out of the fire, and started walking towards me. They were still on fire, but I knew that they were zombies. All of the zombies started coming after me. I took off over a hill and sprinted as fast as I could. I looked back, and the top of the hill was in flames. The zombies came out of the flames and started chasing me. They were all on fire, and they were catching the sagebrush around us on fire. These zombies were not slow, and they were hauling it. They would catch up to me pretty fast. I ran across the sagebrush to the airport. That was the closest place towards me. I ran into the airport, and booked a ticket on a kiosk. I don’t even know where I booked a ticket to, I just had to act natural. A voice came over the intercom in an urgent voice.

“Zombies! I repeat zombies! If you have a plane ticket, run outside and jump on your plane. Go, go go!” I ran outside, and saw the zombies trying to break through the fence. I grabbed my ticket and saw the top of the ticket, the number of my plane. I saw the plane, and I booked towards it. The pilots were urgently just trying to get people on a plane, and I hopped on. I still had no idea where I was going. 5 minutes later the plane took off. I looked out the window, and saw thousands of zombies pouring over the fence, running into the airport. I thought of the poor people who were turned into zombies, or killed. The airport caught fire, and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was the airport collapse on itself.

Chapter 14: Mr. Happy

Everyone on the plane was kind of freaked out, because of what had just happened. Little did I know that Chezzimeto had another surprise for us. Since it was nighttime, at one point everyone fell asleep. I woke up, and looked around the plane. Every single person was asleep, except for one person walking around in the back. I squinted closer, and I have never been so scared. I sat back down, and looked around the seat. In the back I saw the glint of a knife, cutting someone’s throat. I saw the gloved hand, push that person down, then do the same thing to the next person. I saw the clown kill an entire row of people. The clown walked very quietly to the next row of people. I noticed that one guy was on his iPad. The clown saw the glow of the iPad, and crept silently to him. The clown stood up directly behind him. The man on the iPad saw himself in the reflection of the iPad, then he saw someone stand up behind him. He looked further up, and saw the red nose, and the red afro. Right before he screamed the clown brought the knife down on his head. That was all down without a sound. The man fell off the seat with a loud thud. Everyone on the plane woke up. They all woke up, and saw the clown. Everyone on the plane screamed. The clown pulled out another knife and started attacking people. The clown was laughing so hard, while killing all of those innocent people. Finally the clown turned around and saw me. He said in a giggly voice,

“Devon, Devon, Devon. I am so glad that you could join me today! I could use some help. I really do need a volunteer. Could you help me?” The clown starting walking towards me, with a huge creepy smile. I nodded my head no

“No? Really? Well, that’s quite a bummer. If you don't volunteer, then I suppose I HAVE TO KILL YOU!” THe clown yelled while running at me. The clown extended both knifes, and charged. It jumped and I ducked. The clown soared over my head, and went through the pilot’s door. The two pilots looked surprised to see a clown intrude in. But they weren’t surprised for long. The clown must have been really strong, because he picked up one pilot in each hand, and threw them through the cockpit windows. They had a long fall. The clown then stuck both knifes into the controls of the plane, and the plane started to fall.

Chapter 15: I become the daredevil, (c'mon, you would to if a clown was piloting your plane!)

I jumped. After a couple of spinning somersaults I landed headfirst into the ocean. No, I was going to die. No, not now, I’m too young, I can’t die like this. I swam upwards to the light and soon reached the surface. I then realized the ocean was really small. Where am I.

“Are you okay” a man in super large overalls and a beard that looked like he cut it with baby scissors.

“You all goooooood” the man tried to get me to talk.

“Where am I” I said out loud this time, ignoring the man question.

“Are you superman” the man asked me ignoring MY question this time.

I looked around at the super big rocky hills. How come in all of this sandy place, I landed in a super big lake.

“Bone” the man said as he helped me out of the water.

“Huh” I flicked some dead water weed off my blue jeans.

The man walked off singing, 
"Here we are in the town of Bone, you may be surprised but were not alone…” or something like that. I walked up to a wooden cabin. I knocked on the door. Suddenly it opened. The man poked his head out.

“Where am-” the man cut me off.

“BONE!” he seemed pleased screaming in my ears.

Chapter 16: The talk leads to a pixie stick powder

As soon as the man was done playing catch with his rocks, he came and joined me on the bench in front of the cabin. He gave me a glass of lemonade, and I drank that fast, then I thought, but the man heard me, OKAY, I thought loud,” Chezzimeto”.

“Chezzimeto, that old legend” the man laughed.

“He’s real, and he can’t be stopped, he nominated me” I shouted. I started to cry.

“Really”, he could tell I wasn’t joking, “ I can help”, he ran into the cabin.

The man came out with a can of some white powder.

“My friend is possessed, well I think, what do I do?” I yelled at the man in tears.

“Ahhhh” he tried to find an answer.

“Can I nominate Chezzimeto” I asked.

“Never thought about it, well, I have a house full of this gunpowder and no evil spirits roam here.

The gunpowder looked like pixie stick powder. Can it really help. So many questions. But I can only ask one question, Chezzimeto would be here any moment.

“Do you know how to kill Chezzimeto” I needed my questions answered.

I got one reply ,”Yes”.

Chapter 17: Museums, lovely places of knowledge and killers

So with all that I set out with the powder. I walked quite a while from the Bone Store, that’s what they were calling it, and I walked down a very steep road. After about an hour I ended up at Idaho Falls. A city where I had been only once on a family trip to Yellowstone. I walked into the city of Idaho Falls until I found museum. I always have loved museums, but this some didn’t seem fitting. The exhibit was South Korean History, with a big South Korean flag hanging on the side of it. I decided to go in. Luckily, my wallet was still on me. A couple wet bills, but that was it. I paid for a ticket. I passed a lot of South Korean speed skating success, and I passed all the fossils discovered in South Korea. Finally, I found what I was looking for. The back half of the museum was all about Chezzimeto. I passed signs about Chezzimeto’s childhood, and the countries he conquered. I finally made it to the legacy of Chezzimeto. In big black bolded ink a familiar sign said. “The legacy of Chezzimeto, is a legacy like no one else. The legacy of Chezzimeto was so powerful, that not even death could stop it. When Chezzimeto’s body died, his shadow was separated from his body. The shadow still roamed the Earth, looking for revenge. The shadow could possess anyone who wasn’t nominated. If you were nominated that meant you would be killed within 25 days of the nomination. However if Chezzimeto did not kill you within 25 days, that meant the shadow of Chezzimeto will be destroyed forever.” I read that sign and thought about what has happened to me. A lot has happened. None of this would have happened if Mr. Schwartz didn’t nominate me. I had to hope to kill Chezzimeto.

Chapter 18: I’m starting to think the workers don't like me

I was so mad, sad, scared, but happy, my best friend Chuck was alive, (in a zombie sorta way), I had all these mixed emotions. I ran straight to the bathroom, why, why me.

Then I thought about Chuck, one of my best friends, who was my best friend, Carston. Location: Idaho Falls.

After I was done succeeding my duty in the stall, I washed my hands. Then I bent down and washed my face, then I heard the WHOOSH, I was to scared to look up, so I continued to stare at the water going down the drain. I had to. I looked up at the mirror and there was a man standing right there. He had a trimmed beard and red hair that looked like flames. I was relieved because I saw no black rings around the eyes.

“Hello?” I said to the statue-like redhead.

“It’s not safe” he answered me in a squeaky voice.

“Ah” I looked down at the man's nametag, “Andrew, what's not safe”.

“The L.A.U.G.H.” he looked at me.

At the moment I didn't feel like Einstein. Then the speaker went off. Everyone report to the front, don't be scared, the cops are here, HA, psych, you're all going to die.

I looked back at Andrew, which was pulling out a switchblade. DANG! I rushed to the door and pushed it open. I ran past the war poster, and another sign about Chezzimeto eating the most chili in his country. I jumped over a screaming six year old and a clown. Wait.

“Hey Belly” I yelled at the clown that looked like the one on the plane.

“What do you call him” Andrew walked out of the War Exhibit.

“Stop sticking up for your girlfriend Andy” I realized I shouldn't have said that when the clown pulled out a pistol.

Then I saw the resemblance of Andrew and a clown.

I got stopped at the Leader Exhibit when a 7 foot clown jumped out with a grenade in his hand.

“He Hah, Boom, Dah” He shouted at me.

“Go back to preschool Talkative” I yelled, again something I regret.

I jumped the front desk after I pantsed Talky over there. I’m good! All the clowns chased me out of the museum of natural circustry.

The cops soon rushed in and captured the gang of L.A.U.G.H. They were taking them into their vehicles when a smaller clown looked at me with black rings around his eyes. Man, I hate that eyeliner. I didn’t want to be caught in that mess so I ran, with a little salt left, (because it all fell out), and jogged to Carston’s, he could help, NO, I’m dead. Then I fainted.

Chapter 19: Well there’s your problem, there's a bullet in your eye

I woke up in a hospital bed, tired and couldn’t get up. All these thoughts. The clown gang and Chezzimeto, he really would do anything to kill me. Then I thought, I have to get to Carston. He could help, but I couldn’t move. A nurse walked in, and tried to calm me down. But she could not calm my nerve. She told me everything was going to be alright. Then she said something into a walkie, wait nurses don’t usually have walkies!

I started to get up, and HEY! it worked, kinda.

“Mr. Anderson, please sit still, Dr. Chung will see you soon” and with that, the nurse walked out of the room and in came the doc, with a gun. Do doctors usually have red noses?

“Hello Mr. Deadmeat, was it!!!!” the doctor clown was way to happy.

Don’t say a funny pun, oh please, I couldn’t help it, when the other doc came in with a rifle. Long blonde hair reaching his thys.

“Hey blondie, Taylor Swift called, she wants her hair back” I yelled giggling, but probably going to die. C'mon that was good, even Mr. Happy laughed at his friend. Then Taylor Swift tightened his hold on the gun, same with Mr. LaughAlot. My back hurt so I lied back down, oh please don't kill me! Two policemen swarmed the room, with guns pulled. Mr. Happy looked surprised. At that moment the power went out in the hospital. The lights flickered on and he was gone! Not just Mr. Happy but the blonde and the two policemen. Then the lights flickered off again. This time, they didn’t come back on. Oh DANG!

“Help” the only word I could say yet even if someone was 2-feet in front of me they couldn’t hear. I started to get up but the lights went back on. Both cops were there and so was Mr. Happy, but he was knocked out, and one of the brown-haired cops had a bloody ring around one eye. The black-haired cop had Mr. Happy’s pink? pistol and was still aiming it at the dead cop. That’s when I noticed the black rings around the black-haired cops eyes. Then the cop turned around to Mr. Happy, still Knocked out on the floor.

“We are done, are happy little partner ship, you act like it’s a circus, no pun intended” then Chezzimeto ( the black-haired cop) looked at me.

“Now, let's get that appendix out” then he pulled out a knife.

Chapter 20: Mr. Happy just wants to play

I was hurt how? Then I saw all the tools around the room, none of them were dull. I was nervous, scared. I reached into my back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my iPhone and quietly dialed Carston’s number. Chezzimeto was still analyzing Mr. Happy body. Lucky for me, Carston wasn't answering his phone so I texted him hospital now, 120C.

Chezzimeto finally looked back at me, at the worst time, and….laughed! The nurse walked in and saw Chezzimeto.  

“Mr. Officer, sir, what are you doing” the nurse looked puzzled with a cop, blonde, and a clown on the floor.

“Hey leave the kid alone” a man walked in the room, younger than me, how did I know?

Carston!

“How did you know what room you were in?’ he asked me standing RIGHT NEXT to CHEZZIMETO unaware. Chezzimeto just smiled.

“Nurse, has it on her shirt” when I said that the nurse looked at her shirt and Chezzimeto leaped at me with full strength. Carston pulled out a bb gun and started pelting Chezzimeto with bullets. He luckily got off of me and stared at Carston like he was a disappointment. Then the cop with black hair fell to the ground and a shadow leaped out of him and out the door.

“What happened” Carston looked at me as I held a empty salt can that the man gave to me.

“It worked” I smiled.

Chapter 21: Fore!

Me and Carston ran out of the hospital and we were trying to find our way back to Bone, to get more of that salt. We were walking across the dark streets of Idaho Falls, when I heard a low rumble. Headlights flickered on, and the semi truck pulled out of the driveway. The semi truck did a u-turn and drove on the sidewalk. Me and Carston jumped out of the way. I looked into the window and saw Chuck driving the semi truck. Me and Carston sprinted across the street to the Pinecrest golf course. We ran into the pitch black golf course. The semi truck crashed through the fence, and drove into the club house. All of the sudden there was a loud explosion, and the clubhouse caught fire. In the light of the fire, I could see the smile of Chuck.

Oh Chuck!

Then Chuck ran over to the clubhouse garage, and came out in a golf cart. He pulled out a MACHETE and drove after me, and came after me and Carston. Me and Carston ran down the fairway of the first hole. The golf cart pulled up to the tee box. I saw Chuck get out of the golf cart and throw his machete.

“Fore!: He yelled. He must have had the strength of Chezzimeto, because he threw the machete all the way to us, and we were past the 200 yard marker. Unfortunately, the machete hit Carston in the back. Carston fell to the ground. Chuck walked closer to me.

“CARSTON!!!!!!!” I yelled at Chuck, “ how could you?”.

Chuck looked at me puzzled then pulled out a second machete. I was indeed dead.

“Chuck no” my lovable huggable best friend had me on the ground kneeling, Chuck, my flamingo dance teacher. I looked up one more time at Chuck. Tears ran down my face, blood on the course that came from my knees, regret that I was mad at my best friend. Chuck wouldn’t hurt me, that was a fact!

“Chuck?” Chuck looked at me than fell.

I backed up into a huge oak tree. The SHADOW of the oak tree. Before I could run a skinny black figure tripped me. OUCH. My head hit the oak tree, and my side started hurting. Blood dripped off my legs. A shadow stood in front of me, the one, the only man able to possess, the killer and abductor of leaders, Chezzimeto. As I lay dying, with the knife in my side, on the Pinecrest golf course. The shadow of Chezzimeto stood over me. As he reached down for the final blow, his memories came over me like a flood.

“I will not die from you” I yelled at the man who killed Marge, the man who killed Schwartz, I cried, for my last time……. the man who killed Carston. The man who killed me.

“Who do you nominate”.

“I…...nominate……..you!”................

Chapter 22: Idaho Falls

“I Devon Anderson am a victim of Chezzimeto.” I said moaning.

“Then how are you still here son.” A voice said.

“Officer, that is another story…” A different voice said.

I opened my eyes, and saw two policemen looking over me. They asked me.

“What happened?” For the first time, I told someone my story. I looked over and saw Carston moaning, he was alive. I was happy. I looked over and saw Chuck lying on the ground, I don’t know if he was dead or alive. I somehow managed to stand up, and walked over and walked to Chuck. I leaned over Chuck, and hoped that he was alive. I heard a faint whisper and realized it was Chuck.

“You know, when a grizzly bear dies, the entire family of that bear doesn’t eat until 2 days later. Lucky for you, you don’t have to wait 2 days to eat. I’m not going anywhere.” I smiled, I was so happy to see him alright. I helped him up, and together we walked towards the ambulance. They took us to the hospital. We were in a TON of pain, but both of us were so happy just to get rid of Chezzimeto. We drove in the hospital and on the way there we got a phone call. It was Mr. Thompkins, the owner of the apartment complex, where me and Chuck lived. In a very angry Italian accent he yelled at us.

“Chuck and Devon! I can’t believe what you have done! I walked into your apartment and found in a bedroom, someone engraved a message into the wall! Aah! What were you thinking?! I also found syrup found on the side of the building, coming from your window! You are in so much trouble! And I found bullet holes in the window! What were you doing, shooting a shotgun at the window! You are officially kicked out of the apartment! Don’t come back! And I talked to the President of the University, I had you expelled! Don’t come back! And-” Chuck hung up. Chuck said,

“He was getting annoying.” I agreed.

“Well, if we can’t go back to St. Louis, then where will we go?” Chuck asked.

“I don’t know. What about here in Idaho Falls? Seems like a good place?” I agreed. During our stay in the hospital, we found a house that we would share. Me and Chuck were moving to Idaho Falls!