Extraction.

                                    

                                          
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Jonathan sped to the police station, it was empty besides one officer that I've never seen before sitting and watching television. We snuck in, using the keys I stole from my dads car and took the box, bear traps, gasoline, bat and my book bag back. 
"Do we have everything?" Nancy asked me as I look through everything in the backseat. 
"Yup." 
We got back to Jonathan's house and started to set up. Nancy fixed up the lights while Jonathan put the bear trap together and I hammered nails in the baseball bat. 
Double checking to make sure all the guns are loaded. Nance and I grabbed one, I tucked mine into my waistband. Jonathan poured a trail of gasoline down the hallway. Nancy set up the yo-yo then we waited. 
"Here." Jonathan said, emerging from the kitchen with three sharpened knives. He handed one to me then one to Nance. At the same time we all made a slit across our palms.
"What was that?" Nancy asked, hearing a noise outside. 
"It's just the wind." I answered.
"Don't worry. My mom says that the lights speak when it comes." Jonathan tells us. 
"Speak?" 
"Blink. Similar to an alarm. We will know when it's coming."
Nancy wrapped Jonathan and mine while he wrapped hers. They sat on the couch and I sat on the floor, leaning against it. A loud bang on the door makes us all jump. 
"Jonathan!" The voice yelled from outside. 
"Steve?" We all said at the same time. 
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"What the hell?" Nancy hisses. 
"I'll tell him to leave just wait here." 
I opened the door just enough to poke my head out. Steve was leaning against the door frame, beaten black and blue in his pretty boy face. 
"Johanna, what are you-"
"Steve, listen to me. You need to leave. Right now." 
"Look, I don't want to start anything. Actually, I am here to apologize."  
"I don't care. You need to leave." 
"Listen, I messed up, okay? I want to fix things. Please?" He whined.
This definitely didn't sound like the 'King Steve' I've come to know.
"Hey, what's that?" He pointed, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Your hand. Did he do that?" 
"What? No." I shook my head. He stepped forward pushing on the door. 
"You need to go, Steve." Nancy said, coming to help me. 
"Seriously, what happened to your guys hands?" He says, seeing Nancy's palm too. 
I was too distracted to hold the door up anymore. Nancy and I both yelled at him but it was too late. He took one look around and assumed the worst.