Ch. 7 of new story

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Ch. 7 of new story

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Seven
KEEP A SMILE, BUT YOU'RE BURNING HOT

Lost. No. He couldn't be lost. He just couldn't get turned around. Corey's lighter only lit the next couple of feet in front of him on the dirt road up to Sally Anne's corn field. He knew if he kept going he would eventually find the fence. He kept walking. He couldn't hear any crickets in the blackness, nor see any light from the moon. It was dead. The road began to turn and soon he saw the fence. It was wooden with posts, very much like the fence on the other side for the Jennings field.
Corey sat against one of the posts and checked his watch. It was a quarter to ten. Good timing. He had walked all the way from his house. He had left at nine. His legs were a bit sore so he was happy to sit. It was a bit awkward though. Underneath his shirt and tucked into the back of his pants was a notebook. He reached back and pulled it out. The green cover was neon in the light of his zippo which was burning hot since it had been lit so long. He snapped it shut and exchanged it in his pocket for his second one. Never not prepared. He opened it up to the last used page. It was marked with a thin sticky note on the edge. Corey opened it up to the most magnificent geometric design with the words Sally Anne's Cornfield written above it. On the next page were notes of what to do. Measuring the cornstalks and stuff. Meet at 10pm. Corey just prayed that they'd show even though the kid with the glasses didn't have the notebook anymore. Corey flipped to the inside cover to remember the kid's name. Written in red Sharpie. Ian. He looked like an Ian. Kind of a wimp though. Then again he was probably freaked earlier that day. Corey still felt sore as hell on his stomach. He had gotten beaten much worse before by the whole football team once though. Dallas was tough, but Corey was happy he got a good punch at the ass. Corey thought the trade was worth it. Take the beating for the notebook. It was easy to pick the lock on Ian's locker during first period. He would keep it safe. Safer than Ian had kept it.
Corey had followed the crop circles since they had started. He, at first, thought it might have been something outlandish or paranormal. Aliens maybe. Until he found a pattern and saw how they progressively got more and more impressive and elaborate. They would always show up on Jennings's field; then Anne's. Then they would appear on the other edge of town and back again through the fields. Always in the same order of appearances. He only just got the hunch last year of who was making them. And now he knew for sure. He recognized some patterns from last year in the notebook. They had been making all of them. Corey had been getting a rush lately as he got closer and closer. Especially to Ian. He seemed the most quiet. Less likely to blab about every little thing. He knew Gram was too clever and the other kid, the blonde one, he seemed a little too out there. Corey just prayed that they'd show.
The wind picked up a little and the haze was beginning to clear, but only by a little. Now instead of seeing only three feet ahead, Corey saw a good three yards. He put his lighter away and stood. He carefully placed the notebook back under his shirt and tucked into his pants. They had to be here soon.
Corey heard a sound against the wind. He couldn't quite make out what it was, but it seemed far off in the distance. The sound mixed and rustled in with the corn and the fields which were rocked by the wind. Corey stepped out into the middle of the dirt road peering through the fog. All he saw was black. Then, the noise grew just a big louder. He tilted his head hearing the almost buzzing sound get louder and louder over the wind. The wind stopped and instantly Corey knew what the sound was. "Oh, shit."
He couldn't tell the exact moment the car made contact with him but he knew the moment when he hit the ground. Everything went from full blast to zero. His body went from telling him to run then telling him not to move a muscle. He kept his eyes closed. He could almost picture the dirt being red around his limp figure. He waited for the driver just to leave him but he soon heard the sound of the engine dying and car doors opening and closing.
"I didn't even see him."
"I think you killed him Gram." Corey heard Ian's scared voice.
"If he's breathing he ain't dead." Another voice said just before kicking Corey in the side. Corey rolled over onto his stomach and grunted. He opened his eyes and saw the green notebook lying beside him on the dusty road.
"Is that my notebook?" Ian said grabbing it from the ground. Corey looked up at him and saw Gram and the blonde kid coldly staring down at him… Shit.
Gram grabbed the back of Corey's jacket and yanked him up off the ground. If his front got a hit from the car now his back was in for it. Gram slammed Corey down onto the hood of the truck and forcefully held him in place by his collar. He was worse than any bully Corey had encountered before. The hood of the car wasn't just warm, it was hot.
"You hit him with your car now you're gonna beat 'em up?" The blonde kid said behind Gram.
"The way I see it," Gram said, "He hit my car. Now, what are you doing out here Black? Don't tell me you're just a night owl."
"N-nothin' man! I swear!" Corey said feeling Gram put more pressure down on his collar, effectively choking him. Corey wanted to pull his feet up and kick Gram away but that was just about the worst thing he could do to get what he wanted.
"Yeah? Why do you have his notebook?" The blonde kid said.
"I-I found it?" All going through Corey's head was: Great. Famous last words, man.
"Try the truth. It just might save you from getting run over again." Gram said. Corey looked into Gram's eyes. He still couldn't figure out what he was feeling. Corey looked over to Ian who had the same look on his face as Gram.
"Look…I get it. I understand. You're saving people from disenchantment. It's the art." Corey prayed he was right. If these guys didn't have substance to their work and were just destructive pranksters Corey could see himself as a beaten scarecrow in the next canvas of rye.
"…" Gram took a step back from Corey letting him go. "Get in the back."
Corey felt a wave of slight relief wash over him, but it quickly turned to uncertainty when the others very quietly followed. Corey reached for the small handle to the backseat of the blue truck but was given a pretty strong push from the younger blonde kid towards the tail of the vehicle. "He meant the very back." The kid said. Damn was he a hot head. He looked like he could have been a freshman, but then again that shove felt more like a sophomore. Corey sighed and looked over into the dirty truck bed. He was hesitant, of course. Gram honked the horn once and Corey hopped in.
It wasn't too bad at first. Just a bit damp and cold until the truck started rocking as it started down the road.
They didn't go too far more down the road when they stopped. It was the front of the field. It was obvious because it was the only place with a NO TRESPASSING sign. Corey just stayed put as the others got out with backpacks and walked down a small dusty and slightly grassy knoll to the cornfield.
They were diligent in their work. They all knew what their jobs were, like they've done it a million times before. The blonde kid jogged over to a tram line a little ways away and began taking yard length strides towards the next counting the distance between them. Ian and Gram were measuring the corn stalks and talking.
Corey just sat back and looked up at the starts letting time pass. This was certainly not the way he imagined it. He almost didn't know what to think. He knew it was them making the crop circles, but he never went over the thought of them knowing he knew. Now he was uncertain of everything.
"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" Gram said.
Corey didn't even see him come up the hill.
"Uh…no. No, you weren't even going ten." Corey said as Gram leaned up against the truck.
"We gotta drive with the lights off."
"I get ya." Corey said. He really did. He had thought about all of this probably as much as Gram had.
"I bet you do." Gram said. It was true. Gram always was notorious for reading minds. That's all Corey's sister ever talked about. Damn, seeing the senior this close just added to it all. Corey wasn't bashful to think it. Gram was one good looking guy. Too bad he always seemed too busy for girls, but that's what drew Corey to him as a suspect. Too busy not doing homework and not doing any extracurricular activities. Asleep in french class after each circle was made. "Ya got a light?"
"Uh…" Corey almost said no, but then realized this wasn't another detention contraband check. "Yeah." Corey pulled one of his lighters out of his pocket and gave it to Gram who took it to the front passenger side door of the truck. He reached through the open window and got something out of the glove compartment before coming back. It was a pack of cigarettes… So that explained the smell. Gram lit one up and took a long drag off of it.
"You smoke?" Gram took another one out of the box and held it out to Corey with his lighter.
"Thanks." Corey took it and put it between his lips. He didn't light it just yet though. He was a little confused. Ten minutes ago Gram was holding him by the collar against the burning hot hood of his truck and now he was offering him a cigarette.
"Ian told me what you did for him." Gram said, reading minds again. "I always feel bad when I can't get to him to help. He's always been a shy kid, not very good at socializing."
"To be honest, I've never heard him speak until tonight."
"…" Gram was quiet for a moment. "Let me put things into perspective for you. You know about us and what we do, you seem to understand the principal idea, so I have to do something about it."
Corey felt his face heat up. This can't be good.
"The only way you won't rat us out–"
"I never would." Corey tried to butt in.
"…" Gram sighed. Okay, so no more interrupting. Shit, Gram should be a lawyer or something. He makes everyone around him smaller. "The only way you won't rat us out is if you're neck is on the line too."
"You mean collateral?"
"In a way." Gram took another drag and blew the smoke into the cold air.
Corey thought for a moment then opened his mouth ready to spill beans.
"If you're going to tell me it was you who burned down the cafeteria last year forget it. Everyone knew it was you."
Shit. Corey was stumped.
"I don't think anyone would understand our position unless they were one of us." Gram said.
"What do you mean?"
"Meet me at my house tomorrow morning around ten."
Corey didn't want to say anything. Then he remembered the cigarette between his lips. He lit it with his zippo and sucked in. It was easy until he coughed and smoke went up his nose.
Gram looked at Corey weird look on his face. Corey coughed again.
"Just haven't had one in a while." Corey said excusing himself. It was more like he had never had one. Corey obviously wasn't one to ever give in to peer pressure but this was the time where it would count. It was colder than ever and the heat of it at least made his nose a little warmer.
A dog barked in the distance. Corey didn't think anything of it but it seemed Gram did. He stepped away from the car and looked to where it was coming from.
"Whose dog is that?" Corey said.
"Jennings's." Gram looked to Mueller and Ian who were sitting next to each other, talking by the corn, finished with their work. Gram dropped his cigarette on the ground and stopped it out. He brought his hands up to his mouth and cupped them making a owl call. The others quickly got up and ran back up the knoll to the truck.
"The owl's aren't what they seem?"
Gram just gave him a slightly stern face and walked around the truck. Ian didn't look at Corey at all. Mueller of course gave him a good glare. Nobody said this would be easy.