It was quite a cloudy day on Sixty-Seven Lane, the empty houses lining the street, all except one that was all the way down the block, slightly worn down by the elements. No one wanted to live there for some unknown reason. Izzy and her friend Autumn are walking to Izzy’s house to work on a project.
“Wow, this is creepy and empty,” Autumn commented.
“Ehh, it's just because people don't like the name of the street,” Izzy said, like she's said it a thousand times. *Crack*
“AHH,” Autumn screamed, their scream echoing through the block.
Izzy turned around so fast that her Half up half down hair hit her in the face. She sighed, whipping pink hair out of her pink lip gloss, “Just a light going out.”
“Ohh,Sorry,” Autumn muttered, wiping her hands on her black and gray striped sweater down to her denim cargo pants. She awkwardly reached up to play with her blue, messy jellyfish hair cut.
“It's ok, let's continue. If we don't get home in time, my mom will get worried,” Izzy replied, sliding her hand into her Halloween-themed sweater, refusing to make eye contact. Suddenly, she got this scared look in her eye. She turned toward Autumn, “What time is it?”
“6:07 ,why?” they asked, getting scared because of her friend's sudden reaction. Izzy muttered something under her breath. Autumn was pretty sure her mom wouldn't approve of
“We have to move now,” She grabs their hand and starts running down the street.
“The fog, I'll explain the rest later,” She says, out of breath.
“Fog?” They looked back and saw a thick green fog running down the street. The fog was so thick that it consumed everything in its path. The old houses that were there a moment before were gone, covered in that thick fog. The fog is coming in quickly. They only have at most a few seconds before the fog reaches them, and their legs hurt from running for so long.
“THERE,” Izzy yells. They both run up to a house; it's the only one not withered. They run into it, the door slams behind them, and the room that stands before them is almost empty, with a couch in the corner that looks like it has been slept in for years.
“Ok, mind explaining what's going on?” Autumn looked over at Izzy. She sighed, sliding her hand out of their hand and sat down on the beat-up couch.
“Come and sit down,” so they walked over, came and sat down next to her, sliding their hand back with hers. “Well, it all started 15 years ago, I was only a baby, not even a year old. It was a sunny day in July, and there was an unusual fog. Then, at 6:07 pm, the fog started to change. It got thick, so thick you could barely see through it. Then people started going missing, one by one. People would just vanish. The only people who lived through the experience were the ones who were inside their house, which was only me and my mom,” her voice cracked with the last word, “Ummm, I need to use the bathroom.” Izzy quickly slid her hand out and raced down a hall Autumn didn't even know was there.
They could tell that their friend didn't need to use the bathroom, but they could also tell that she needed a minute alone so they took that moment to look around. there was a fridge full of food, a couch with two large book shelves filled with books in front of it and peeking down the hall they saw the door that Izzy had ran into so they assumed that it was the bathroom. Autumn then realized that they were still wearing their backpack and remembered why they came to Izzy's in the first place, so they went and sat down on the couch and pulled out the paper,clay,and pens and pencils.
“Why do you have a blanket and clothes in your school backpack?” Izzy appeared behind them.
“Ohh, in case I get cold at school,” Autumn lied. Izzy knew that was a lie, mainly because her friend was looking down and mumbling, but she didn't push it. “So I figured we could work on the project well we wait for the fog to pass,” they suggested
“Ya, it's about the French Revolution, right?” She asked
For the next few hours, they worked. Izzy built the guillotine, and Autumn built the nobles.being beheaded both out of clay. They both wrote up the report about why the people rioted. Izzy wrote about what else was going on in the world at the time, while Autumn wrote about how France changed after the revolution. “Hum thats strange”Izzy said panic slowly rising in her voice “normally the fog is gone by now”
“Well I guess I'm not leaving tonight then”Autumn said with a bit of nervousness as they tried to calm their friend down “Ya guess so i mean you already have a sleeping bag”She said eye brow raised. Autumn sighed “Ill tell you eventually just not now”
“Ok fine, But in the meantime its only 9:00 so do you want to read a book that's all there really is to do here”
“Wait, I never really thought about that, why is it so empty in here ,where's your mom?”
Izzy looked down at the floor “well originally the fog just never went away ,for like 6 years, then my mom one day she just walked into the fog no explanation then it cleared up the fog went away, I guess it needed another sacrifice or something I really don't know, I also don't know were all the stuff went one day I came home from school when I was 7 and almost everything was gone there were no signs of forced entry almost like the fog took it to” she surged “I dont know alot about this stuff all I know is to not touch it”
“Wow thats alot of info” Autumn said “Any way can I take a book from you’
“We should probably go to bed ,right ?”
They yawned “Ya,hey the fogs still out”
“Shut up, if I think about that I won't be able to fall asleep” she said groggy, her eyes closing
“Wait I've figured it out it won’t leave because both of us are here”Izzy exclaims
“Wait what"Autumn said looking confused
“The reason It didn't leave the first time was because my mother was there so she left and the fog left and now there's two people again so the fog won't leave” Izzy explained
“Why you I was the one who came Im the extra person”
“Well im the one who brought you here so I should go”
After a Few minutes of back and forth
“Fine, how about we both leave,ok” Izzy compromised
“Ok that seems fair” Autumn agreed
“Wait are we arguing about who should die”
“Ya, and? That what we've come to”
Izzy sighed which turned into a laugh in second they were both on the floor dying of laughter
“Ok,ok we should probably proceed to our deaths” they opened the door for her
“thank you” she said with a fake bow
“My pleasure madam” they said sarcastically
They walked out side hand in hand mist tingling there skin
“Its quite peaceful out I don't mind going out this way” Izzy said reaching up and pulling her hand through the fog
“Ya to bad I can't see more than a foot in front of me, but ya I thought it was gonna burn our skin or something”
They looked down sure enough their hand were disappearing turning to dust
“You know this reminds me of that seane in whats it called, ummm, not wicked”
“Ya that one ,Not gonna lie I thought it would be faster”
“Why aren't we scared I feel like since we are dying there should be something"
“Ohh I donno. ohh and before I forget” Their body slightly tensing before softly pressing their lips against Izzy's landing like a rocket, fitting together like puzzle pieces, flesh against flesh, two uncoordinated beings disappearing not to be remembered by the world. They were not afraid to meet death, why would they be? They had no family to miss, no friends to mourn them, only each other, and they were leaving together.
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