Either It's Good Luck Or Horrifying Bad

Gerard couldn’t help himself. He laughed, “You kidding right? It’s a stupid piece of wood.”

Bob paused in his frantic search, “Think about it.” he sat down on the floor, “It stabbed Frank after Ryan threw it at him, and now that lady from his work is dead. Mikey got cut when it fell on him and Matt’s dead. Autumn accidentally cut her finger, and…” he trailed off and everyone very carefully looked at anything in the room but her.

She cleared her throat, “But it’s like six inches tall. How could it kill people?”

Everyone let out the breath they had been holding and the tension evaporated from the room.

“I don’t know. I can’t say I’m exactly an expert in this particular field.” Bob said.

“So how come nobody I know has been killed?” Gerard asked.

“Because nothing fucked up ever happens to you.” Autumn said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s right.” Frank said with disgust.

Ryan spoke up for the first time, looking at all of them like they had gone completely nuts, “So wait a minute. Are you guys saying you actually believe a little doll is running around killing people?”

There was a collective shrug.

“How can you be taking this seriously? That lady was probably just a bitch to the wrong person finally, and you said Matt hung out with fucked up people and drug dealers! And Autumn, I mean, I…” he lost steam, watching her eyes water.

“Yeah, maybe Mikey really did flip out and go on a killing spree.” Ray said staring Ryan directly in the eyes, “Could be he’s totally bat shit insane and just offed three people.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Ryan shrank back.

“No? Then tell me how else the three dead people are connected, other than having done something wrong to one of us, Mikey’s the only one who has a connection to all of us, and we all know where we were during each murder. But Mikey, he was running around with Matt for that first one. Now Matt’s dead. And he’s got the best motive for killing Lieberman. So outside of the possibility that one of my very best friends is a homicidal maniac, I’m going to go with murderous voodoo doll thing.”

Ryan curled deeper into Gerard, “I’m sorry! It’s just that evil doll sounds a little too far fetched you know?” he said into his boyfriend’s chest.

“It does.” Gerard patted his shoulder, “But I would rather think that than my baby brother killed three people ok?”

“So where the fuck is the doll?” Bob asked, looking under the couch again.

“I don’t know. He’s always in the pantry.” Frank said and shrugged, “That’s just where I usually find him.”

They all got up and crept into the kitchen, Bob in the lead. He flicked on the lights and they moved to the large pantry.

Cautiously, Bob opened the door and they all gasped when Frankie was sitting right there, on top of a package of Top Ramen, grinning his demonic grin.

“What now?” Frank whispered.

Bob picked him up gingerly and stared at him. They all went back to the living room and sat the doll on the table, staring at him.

“Do you think we can talk to it?” Ray asked, starting to feel a little silly.

Bob shook his head, “If it is possible, I doubt it speaks English.”

They jumped when the front door slammed and Mikey walked in.

Autumn jumped and ran to him, throwing her arms around him, “What happened? When did they let you out? Why didn’t you call?”

He carefully held her to his chest, “They found a tape that shows me pacing the waiting room of the hospital at the time of the murder, so they let me go and called me a cab.” He looked into the living room, noticing that they were all sitting in a circle around the coffee table looking at Frankie, “Are we having some kind of pagan ceremony that no one told me about?”

No one answered him for a second.

Bob blushed, “Well, I, um, have this theory because I found out that Frankie here is actually a vengeance demon who harms people who have done shit to people who make blood sacrifices to him, and so far, there have been three killings involving people who fucked with those of us who have bled on the doll…” he trailed off when Mikey looked at him as if he’d just said that he was the second coming and the world was ending tomorrow when the aliens arrived so they better all get their foil hats.

“Alright,” Mikey said slowly, “you guys think that this teeny little statue is killing people who have sacrificed blood to it?” when they nodded he continued, “Really?”

“Really or not, I say we burn the fucking thing.” Bob said.

There was a collective nod.

“Let’s do it. Now.” Gerard stood up and grabbed the doll. They followed him outside to the barbeque where he placed the doll. Bob squirted it with lighter fluid and Ray lit it with the butane torch they kept near by.
The doll screamed. It was a terrible shriek that split the air and made them all hold their ears even as they watched it writhe on the grill and burn.

“What the fuck?” Mikey turned his face as the flames leapt up and the doll let out another ear piercing shriek.

“Holy shit!” Frank screamed as the doll hopped off the grill and ran straight at him. He jumped out of the way as the little ball of fire ran to the birdbath and jumped in, putting itself out in a puff of smoke and steam.

“What the fuck just happened?” Mikey asked bewildered.

Ray went over to the birdbath first and peered in, “Guys?” he looked back at them, “He’s not in there.”

“What do you mean he’s not in there?” Bob demanded and walked over, discovering for himself that the doll was indeed missing.

“Where did he go?” Autumn asked, clutching Mikey.

“I don’t fucking know!” Ray said, looking at the ground and discovering a wet path of tiny footprints from the bath that led over the patio and to the front yard, disappearing into the street.

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sorry it's short, but it had to be this way. thanks Zacky and Smooshy! you are the awesome.
the rest of you who read and don't review suck.
miss disaster
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