Always

Chapter 8

MJ and Zack stroll out to the bleachers towards Lee and Frida. MJ watched as Lee and Frida played patty cake and punch each other, Lee let out a squeal as Frida hit him on the shoulder, Frida laughed tilting her head backwards and let out a croak. "Hey guys" said Zack. "Hey Zakaria" Frida said playfully. He smirked and elbowed her in the side. They climbed halfway up the bleachers and sat down. "How's it feel to be back in prison MJ?" Frida asked. "It feels familiar, like a rash or a stab wound, unpleasant but survivable." MJ replied, they all laughed. "That describes it perfectly, especially the stab wound." Lee said looking a Frida. Frida shot her tongue towards him, making him flinch. They laughed again. MJ felt a tickle on her ankle and looked down to see a small microphone. Mj screamed and stomped on the microphone, a yelp was heard under the bleachers, followed by "no, no, no, no, no....." MJ jumped up and said "Someone's recording us, what the heck is going on?" Zack was already jumping down to the grass to see who was there. "What the hell creeper? What is wrong with you! Give me that." Zack yanked the microphone from his hand. "Bleachers, what the hell?" Lee said, jumping down to the field. Bleachers curled up into a tight ball covering his ears, his frail frame and dark hair blended into the shadows of the hollow underneath. Zack bent down and grabbed him under his arm. "You don't do that, you little..."

MJ suddenly appeared next to Bleachers and Zack, she held her ground and pulled Zack away from the small boy with one hand, "leave him alone." She said. Zack was speechless, she was never this strong before. "The little creep was recording you, I can't let that happen again. You're mine to protect." Zack said. "It's so expensive." Bleachers mumbled. "What was that?" Frida asked. "My equipment, its vintage. My mom gave me this." Bleachers said. Holding up his tape recorder. "Good lord, that things a piece of garbage, get a phone." Frida said, turning away. "I can't afford one, my mom is sick and my dad left when I was 3." Bleachers said. "Bummer." Lee said, as he walked away with Frida. MJ glanced at her friends, ashamed of them. Zack turned back to Bleachers, "Stay away from her, next time it won't the equipment that's broken." Zack turned and started to walk away, grabbing for MJ's hand. MJ pulled her hand up, "I'll catch up." MJ said. "You stay, I stay." Zack said. "It's fine, he's harmless." MJ said, glancing towards the frail boy with the corduroy pants and thick glasses. "Suit yourself." Zack said, turning away. "Hey, what's your name?" MJ asked. "Me?" Bleachers said. "Yes of course." MJ was starting to regret getting involved. "My name is Eliot Chiroptera" Bleachers said. "Nice to meet you Eliot, I'm MJ." She said. "I know, I hear everything. My ears are impeccable." He said, picking up his tape recorder, "Do you want to hear what I was listening to?" He asked her, she nodded. "It's such a rare sound, since Polyester was made illegal 8 months ago. The slight movement of the fabric on your bell bottoms, when I turn the volume up and bring the bass down, its sublime." He pressed play and MJ was mesmerised. A smile spread across both of their faces as the rhythm picked up. "This is my pants?" MJ asked in disbelief. "Yes, 40% Polyester pants, 12% cats fighting in a culvert, 3% bagpipes, 7% my mom making coffee, 28% my ant farm and 10% cafeteria sounds. It's simple if you listen." He said pushing his glasses up on his nose. "You're a weird kid, man, but I like you." MJ patted him on the head, "I'll see you around Eliot." MJ said. "Call me Ears". Elliot said. "Okay, Ears."

The later that day MJ is getting ready to go home when she noticed a small hard drive in her locker there was no name of who it was from or what it was but she had some ideas. Walking home she wondering what was on that hard drive MJ was in between anticipating and dreading, every step a little longer. Every breath slower. At home she walked to her room grabbed her computer and slid it in it took a couple seconds to load in ,it looked like it was from ears. It was his music everything sounded great until near the end it sounded like some one talking "bring the beat back ..."then a female voice said "I told you to kill her, end her even her family BUT SHE'S STILL HERE!" another strange voice came on, "I'm sorry, I failed okay" "THAT ISNT AN ANSWER! Finish the job, I need you to kill her."

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okay another chapter, lets go! 

Slay the day.

 -Ava