Uprising.

I do not own any of the Lost boys, nor do i make money off this story.

Read and tell me what you think please!

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Nisha eyes darted up from her drawing tables at the white table light hanging by zip ties start to blink on and off. Sighing knowing what was about to cruse past her small four story apartment she tried to get one last line down in her drawing before her whole place rumbled. Setting her pencil down she cracked her fingers before she stuck one in both ears as the loud blast of the train blew only ten feet away from her window. The table now shaking back and forth as her chair that sat on four wheels started to move with the sudden shaking of the building. Nisha just sat there waiting for the long train to pass before she could finish her drawing for boss. Out of the corner of her eyes Nisha caught eye of her favorite poster rocking back and forth. As it swung off the hook cat like reflexes took over as a foot shot out to stop the glass frame from hitting the ground. Forgetting she was on wheels she shot backwards towards the other side of the small dinning room as she spun fingers still in her ears. Looking over her shoulder quickly she saw that she did indeed save the picture in time before it could have shattered to the ground.

Sighing at last ,the ten minute long train passed she pushed herself the six feet back over to her table and started to finish her drawing.

“That was a longer than usual.” She said stretching in her chair before she went to finish. After a few hours of being her usual perfectionist self, finishing the final like of the drawing and she turned off all the lights to get her four hours of shut eye before being at work at ten. Placing her poster back up on the wall as she found the hook that came lose she retied it stepping back to look at her Lost boy poster smiling at the four of them. As she lay in bed she hit her computer as a playlist started. The 69 eyes and Lost Boys sound track started up as she fell into a deep sleep.

A phone call soon stopped her hearty dreaming of half naked men and chocolate covered strawberries as she moved hand searching her night stand next to her bed.

“Hello?” Came a groan from under her pillow as Nisha got a very angry reply as held the phone away from her ear.

“Where the fuck are you?” Someone yelled on the other end. Looking at her phone to see what time it was she saw it was only nine in the morning, she had at lest an more hour of sleep till work.

“Bed, cuddling my pillow. Why?” she asked. That didn’t seem to be the answer the caller wanted.

“Get your lazy white ass out of that thing you call a bed and get your ass to the shop!”

“Richie, I don’t work till ten.” She said rubbing her face.
“No your not, your supposed to open up today.” Richie, her over protected jumping to conclusion of a boss snapped at her.

“Look at the schedule.” Nisha said as she rolled over in bed to sit up at the edge stretching as she heard Richie going off on her about being the worst employee he’s ever had.

“I’m look at the sheet right now says you’re supposed to work at 11 and it’s nine…” there was a sudden pause as he’d voice dimmed away.

“AMY!” Richie yelled on the phone as Nisha held it away once more with a coy smile on her face.

“Well, now that we got that all cleared up I’ll be seeing you at 12 than!” she laughed. Richie wasn’t so happy as he reread through the schedule.

“Damnit it was Amy who had to open!” he cursed. “And you get your ass in here at 11.” That got a huff from Nisha.

“You remember the rules.” She laughed. “You blamed be for something I didn’t do right.” Richie went to complain as she cut him off.

“You made a deal!” she said. “I right, you wrong, go suck on your mama’s tit!” she said as she hung up on him. Growling she fell back against her bed as she curled up into a ball. Smiling as she just earned her self two more hours of sleep.

The hours passed by quickly as Nisha was standing in front of a mirror fixing her long black locks that feel well past her hips. She smiled as she took a step back looking at her butt glad she was now back in her size 4 pants. Skinny jeans and knee high leather boots were what she wore almost everyday. Smiling at the new shirt she had just made into a halter top she adjusted it as she looked once more at herself in the mirror. Her arms no longer had the flesh color as it was covered in pictures from everything that meant so much to her in life.

Grabbing an apple from the counter in her so called kitchen she snagged her drawing paper and purse as she took off out the door and down the stairs to hurry to work. Living on the second floor to this building sucked more than anything in the world. She had druggies living above her as there was a cop raid almost every other weekend. And below her was some crazy teens who were drunk one night and shot holes through her floor one night. After laying almost everyone of them to the pavement that night and taking on their gang. She earned her keep as she kicked all their asses in four inch heels after that and one guy almost losing his dick when she stabbed him with her heels. They gladly left her alone. But the parties didn’t stop. Pulling out her keys she was happy to come up to her beautiful 1967 mustang that was a dark cherry black that gleamed like a beast in the Los Angles sunlight. Unlocking the door and reaching under her seat she flicked a switch that connected some wires that helped start her engine. Turning her keys her baby came to life in a large rumble that made the crowed walking near her jump back in shock.

She waited until she had a opening as she shot out into moving traffic to get to work. The tattoo shop was buzzing as she stood outside the building drinking a coffee and smoking a last cig. Staring down at her phone watching the time she flicked her cig and held out her hand watching the clock turn 11:59.

“Oh a minute early!?” she said standing at the entry holding her hand ups as the people working on tattoos looked back over at her. Richie looked up from his work staring at her from over his glasses as he just ignored her going back to inflicting pain on the person under his needles.

“Well I love you all to.” Nisha sated as she walked back past the four other tattoo artist. Drew, one of the oldest tattoo artist them sent her a smile as one of his gold tooth glimmered at her.

“Nisha you know we all love you,” There was a hidden meaning under his tone as she sent him the bird.

“No in this lifetime bucko, or any other.” She said knowing full well what was going through his mind. He sent her a pout as she settled herself behind the desk to only look at a mess of papers.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked picking up shredded papers and looked back to Richie who didn’t look up as he spoke to her.

“Amy.” Was all that came from the four tattoo artist as she made an ‘Oh’ with her lips. Looking back to see that almost every paper and picture on the large desk was shredded.
“She gonna be busy fixing this up.” Nisha stated as she threw her purse under the desk.

“You mean your gonna be busy with that shit.” Richie called up Turning back black hair flying over her shoulder Nisha glared at the middle aged man.

“Um, why do I have to clean up the mess the she made?” she crossed her arms as she leaned back in the chair.

“Because as of now you the new manager of my shop.” Richie said. For only being in his forties it seemed that he been through it all. And he was the only one that could kick Nisha ass. As she went to complain about what happened Richie sent her a look of “don’t open that subject up again.” Raising up her hand in defeat as she flipped around to look at the white mountain of mess as she began to pick up papers and the tape and started to figure out which of the papers belonged to each other. The day seemed to flow on as she finished all the papers by two and was running around the shop helping the guys.

Watching them tattoo and was sketching out another picture of her favorite movie.

“You ever draw something besides those four guys?” Mason asked as he came to the front desk for something.

“Hey, don’t you Diss on my boys.” She said slapping him with her sketch pad across his arm. He smiled down at her as she busted up laughing at the sight of his missing front tooth. The man took a swing at her with his clipboard as she dodged it thinking of how he lost in a poker game and the guy had lunged over the table at him. In a playful banter with Mason as he waited for his next appointment to come in someone called her name.

“Nisha?” Richie called out to her. Getting up she followed him to the back office where he shut the door tight locking it so no one would enter. Sitting down behind his small desk as it was covered with paper and drawing he shuffled around until he found what he was looking for.

“You Aunt stopped by this morning.” He said as Nisha let up a groan. “Oh hush you didn’t have to deal with that ice bitch.” Richie sapped at her. Nisha said no more as she waited for him to finish whatever he was going to say to her. Wondering what her aunt dropped off to her she started to doodle on her own paper lost in a though of what she was going do tonight when Richie answered that question for her.

“You need to go practice.” Now that was another thing to make Nisha groan even louder as she watched him give her his ‘watch it’ look.

“Fine,” she said playing with her hair thinking of the last time she went and “Practice” as they called it. She wasn’t the best at what she did really she was the worst compared to her mother and brother.

Raising the dead didn’t seem to run in her veins.

Watching Richie scribble down something on a paper he handed it her. She looked at him funny before taking the paper from him.

“Your aunt said to meet her at this destination; you will be practicing with her tonight.” Richie turned to his computer completely forgetting about the girl sitting on the other side of his desk.

“Why? She hasn’t really cared about me for the last seven years since Mom died and my brother walked out on me to join her little band.” Nisha asked as she got no answer from her boss. Richie may seem like a hard head but really he was a good guy. When her mother died when she was eleven he took her in and began to show her the way of a necromancer. He became the father she never had and raised her like his own. All punishment came ten times harder too.

In raising the dead you had to be a stronger than the creature that you were trying to rise.

Later on that night and after a two hour drive to the middle of nowhere Nisha found herself stopping before a graveyard. The town she was in has been empty for the last fifty years as she caught sight of her Aunt standing next to the gate.

She waved to her as she flicked a cigarette towards the street. Getting out Nisha grabbed her bag of toys as she walked towards Susan Clare. One of the most heartless Necromancer Nisha had ever met.

“Hey,” Nisha said as Susan only nodded towards her. The woman was well over Six feet tall as her red hair flowed over one of her shoulders.

“You’re late.” Was all she said as Nisha followed her into the graveyard.

“Well it kinda easy to get lost in the middle of fucking nowhere.” Nisha snapped at her Aunt who glared back at her. “Plus Richie made me work late.”

“Damn that pig I told him to let you off early.” Susan said as she stopped to light another Cig. Nisha only stopped there watching as Susan took a deep drag before taking the cig out to blow the smoke in her direction.

“Well?” she said waving her hand over the whole landscape. Sighing knowing what she had to do she threw her heavy bag over her shoulder as she wondered deep into the graveyard with Susan following her in tow. As she walked past old graves that Nisha was surprised to still have tombstones writing long since gone.

A yank to her inner soul as she stopped before a grave she looked back at Susan who only turned sending off a whistle as two large well toned men came up to her. She touched one of their faces as she gave him a very seductive smile. He only smiled back to her as he held up a shovel as the other man mirrored him.

“That one.” Nisha pointed at the grave as the men began to dig within an hour the hole was drug about five feet deep taking out her tools she made a large salt circle around the grave.. One of the men sat a chicken next to Nisha while she pulled out a clean knife.

Grabbing the chicken standing before the grave looking up the sky as the moon was reaching it highest point. She waited until she knew she had a hold of the spirit that was walking lost in the graveyard. Slicing the chicken head off she watched the blood flood out of the head into the small bowl as she dipped her finger into the cooling blood. Writing on the inner side of the circle at the base of the grave the marking of a necromancer she watched the symbol seep into the ground as she felt the movement of the body under the small wooden door. Grasping onto the soul that realized that its body was now moving she forced all her power out around her forcing the soul to return into the body below her. The world around her fell silent at she began to speak ancient words of the necromancer.

“Hear my call soul trapped between the worlds of haven. Return. I command you return to your body. Feel the power of a necromancer who now commands you.” She spook quickly in French as the worlds power seemed be growing and projecting towards Nisha and her now newly rising body. The sound of wood breaking and a light gasp for air from within the dark hole as four pares of ears listened closely. Soon a half of a head came from the darkness as a arm missing its hand pushed against the dirt to bring himself out of the ground.

The decaying corpse made sounds like it was trying to breathe not knowing its lungs have long been gone.

“Come.” Nisha said as the half of head turn to her. No eyes looked back at her as the corpse crawled towards her reaching the salt circle coming to a stop knowing full well it couldn’t past it.

“What is you name?” Nisha asked as the jaw moved making a rattling grinding sound. No words or sound came out but the name flowed over her mind.

“Rusty McClain,” she said as the corpse only rolled its head. Not knowing of what was going on, why he was there and to even know that he was dead. “Return.” She said as the corpse turned crawling back towards the hole as one of this rips fell out. The sound of a sudden “thunk” told Nisha that the corpse was now within his coffin once more.

“As your soul master I release you from your body and open the door for you to enter your own Haven.” She could feel the soul release from the body and rise up above her towards the night sky a light thankyou seemed to play against the wind as the soul entered into heaven. Clapping took up behind her as she looked back to Susan Cig in her lips smiling at Nisha.

“Well done,” she smiled. “I remembered when your mother was at this stage.” Nisha smiled as she turned to back up her stuff she dropped her knife reaching out to grab it without thinking as she cut her finger.

“Ouch.” She said as she placed her finger into her mouth to stop the bleeding as the knife dropped to the ground. Not noticing the half a drop of blood that dripped from it. It wasn’t until the ground started to shake as Nisha realized what was happening the smell of rotting decay as the ground started to move and mindless corpse started to rise from there graves.

Before she could react Susan was suddenly standing before her cutting her own hand as the blood hit the ground as the corpse stooped midway from fully being out of the ground.

“RETURN TO YOU GRAVES NOW!” Susan voice yelled over the whole graveyard as the corpse began their heavy retreat into the ground once more.

“Remember to always close off the door before you do anything else!” Susan said turning to beginner behind her.

“I was!” Nisha said kicking the salt circle breaking and shutting the door between her world and others.

“Necromancer blood had power in them far beyond reason and can raise any corpse back with a soul or not!” Susan barked at her as one of her men came over to wrap up her hand.

“Well sorry for not being my prefect fucking mother!” Nisha yelled stomping away from the woman after she finished packing her stuff. The power of the raise seemed to take more energy away from her. In order for the body rise they take the strength of the host blood. A chicken is weak but strong enough to help raise it. A necromancer blood is like all the drugs in the world times a million and she could have raised every corpse from here to LA if she didn’t close the door in time.

She sat in her car body hurting from the moment she tried to raise the dead. Her body seemed to be shutting down as she tired very hard to keep her eyes open. Deciding to stop to take a short nap before she took her two hour drive back into LA. Pulling the car over she turned off the engine as she leaned her seat back to take a few minutes of rest. Eyes fluttering shut as she began to dream about another world completely. Smiling at the laughter that was flowing through her dreams and smiles that were only meant for her. She felt the sense of being needed by them as she began to open herself up more to the voices that were calling to her.

The sudden sound of a train coming closer made her groan as she rolled over to plug her ears with her hands hoping that this train would go by quickly so she could get back to dreaming of these lovely boys that someone made up long time ago. Felling the not so conferrable of her bed she tried to get comfy as something kicked in her mind. She wasn’t in her bed. She was still in her car, parked in the middle of no where. She felt herself turn over as the sound of the train blasted again her eyes going wide as the bright white light was coming faster than she could have realized. Body frozen in fear she shut her eyes feeling the dizziness take over once more not knowing if she ever felt the train hit her.

The sound of metal scrapping against metal flowed past her ears as she just laid there hoping that death would come as quickly as her mothers. She could feel nothing as she just relaxed in her seat wondering if this was her heaven where she felt no pain. To her surprise she took a deep intake of breath as she felt her body shoot upright able to move so quickly. Looking around she stared out around her, flashing red lights and the dinking sound of the warning for the train that was coming still going on. she gasped for air as the heavy lump in her chest and numbness of what could have just happened passed through her minds. Gasping like a fish out of water she leaned her head against the steering wheel as she began to feel the numbness subside.

After about twenty minutes she started her car as it rumbled to life. She looked up again getting ready to take off into the dark night when she noticed something that wasn’t there before. Lights, buildings. And people. She was sitting in a parking lot that was full of people.

Where did the train tracks go? And the lights? She wondered as she opened her door as the loud noise of the crowds hit her. She stood there shocked for a moment wondering if the was on some sort of acid trip or something.

“Where the fuck am I?” she asked out loud as Nisha found herself before what looked like an amusement park. Crowds of people flocked in and out as she saw they all looked like freaks on Halloween who took loads of steroids. Getting back into her car switching the switch as she always didn’t she slam the door staring at the large amusement park that was well over a few miles long. Walking through the crowed parking lot where people were sitting on the hoods of there car, something like a boom box that looked older than dinosaurs blasting out AC/DC.

“Weird.” She said as she shoved her way past people getting onto what a signed called “The Boardwalk.”

“Where the hell have I heard that before?” she asked herself once more as she could feel the people around her watching her. Looking around the large building that was before the entrance of the Boardwalk men who stood next to wall as people walked up to them handing money only to get something in return.

“Smooth.” She said walking on trying not to cause too much attention to herself that’s all she needed was someone to see that she was new and start shit with her.

She didn’t seem to stop as she passed shops and little stands that had everything from t-shirts to jewelry to bongs. Nisha started to get pissed as she wondered around some more knowing that she as been here before or seen it someplace. Wondering down the sidewalk the smell of food caught her nose as she got closer to where a hotdog stand was.

“Ill take one with everything on it.” she said as the man made her something that she hasn’t had in year since she went to Six Flags. Paying him as she walked away devouring the dog before it even had a chance in the world. This place seemed to calm out after a while as she saw most of the freaks were all punks with their high colorful hair and shaved heads. Many of them wore clothes that were way too out of date even if they were coming back some of the shit she was seeing made her want to rip out her scissors and thread and attack them. Scratching her tattooed cover arms she began to feel a sense of uneasiness like back in the graveyard she could feel the presence of death around her.

Near here.

Hunger.

She felt it, like a heavy impact to the chest she felt the need to eat once more. Or maybe it was the hotdog from the stand that was getting to her. Nisha knew she shouldn’t have eaten anything here, this place was so weird that it had to be a secret toxic waste sight or something. She finally found a bathroom as she walked into it. almost throwing up with the smell that flowed out of it. Decided that it would be better if she found another one she ran back outside. The sound of music sang out to her as she followed it to the middle of the boardwalk. Barrels of fires were everywhere as a large sign above the stage said LIVE in big bold words.

No duh it was live you freaks, she thought as the sight of the man singing on the stage made her break out in laughter. He wore nothing but leather jeans while his muscles seemed to be way to big for him. She couldn’t tell if it was a layer of sweat on him or just grease. He played into the saxophone like his life depended on it.

“What the fuck is this place?” she asked as she felt the heavy pressure of deja-vu. Nisha stood there watching the crowd as something seem to click. She has been here before no see it before. Over a thousand times, she lived off this place in her mind for years. Eyes going wide as she started to shake her head she grabbed the nearest guy next to her.

“HEY!?” she yelled out over the music. The startled guy jumped at her as she asked him. “What is this town called?”

He gave her a look as if she was stupid or too fucked up on something. “Santa Carla.”

Her world seemed to spin out of control as she shoved away from him.

No. this wasn’t right. She couldn’t be here. This was a fake world that some movie writer made up over 20 years ago. It was a movie. None of these people were here.

Shoving past the people she made her way to the edge of the boardwalk as she caught sight of a beach. Bonfires lining up the coast like little fire flies. Breathing in she felt the need to slap herself thinking that she might be in a coma and was dreaming this whole place out. Yes, she was laying in a hospital bed someplace while someone was playing the movie and she was dreaming of it. It had to be.

Leaning up against the wooden railing she rested her head as she began to think of a why to reach out and tell the people to turn it off. Dreaming this place would be her nightmare and this time it felt so real. No wonder all the people here were dressed like they were. She was stuck in fucking 1987 when rock and roll tight leather pants and hair like crazy animals were still big.

Oh and the mullets. She hated the mullets. Turning back to the crowd of people listening to the guy sings she began to think. What if this was her own little twisted heaven.

Nisha couldn’t count how many times she wished she could have been living in this time. Seeing the boys she dreamed about ever night. Hey, everyone has an obsession with something. Watching the crowd with keen eyes she started to think. What if she was in the movie and she was here the nights the boys still walked? No. I couldn’t happen. She was thinking crazy.

As she gave herself a quick laugh something stuck her body as she fell to her knees holding onto the railing. The pain flowing through her mind as she could feel her mouth going dry. She was hungry. No. Something else was hungry. The taste of pennies seemed to be flowing over her tongue as she lifted up her finger to her mouth to see blood glossing over the tips. Opening up her purse she pulled out her small mirror as she looked over her mouth seeing that nothing was there. No blood looking down at her hands again she saw nothing there. That seemed to freak her out more than she wanted it too. Getting up to her feet again she wondered back towards the crowd as someone shoved past her.

“Hurry.” The lady called out to a small child as she watched the girl take the kids hand as they weaved in and out of the crowd. Shock filled her even more as she watched one of the characters of the movie climb higher to watch the band playing. Staring at her she watched Laddie and Star dance along to the song.

“If you’re here, so is…” Nisha stated as she followed Star sudden glace seeing the main character out of the movie looking at her like she was a god on a golden thrown. As the song ended just like in the movie Star and Laddie took off into the crowd again as Michael followed close behind. Nisha took no chances as she took off after them herself. Wondering down the boardwalk she kept a good distance between herself and the group in front of her. Michael stopped to say something to Sam as he took off in his own direction.

On cue there too. Nisha thought again. She knew the movie like the back of her hand. She walked past the comic book store seeing Alan and Edgar Frog gang up on Sam. Hurrying past them she caught sight of Michael again as he was following closer to Star.

Then she saw them. All four on their bikes starting from oldest to youngest outside of the boardwalk waiting for Star and Laddie. David helped Star get on his bike as Michael watched on. That made two of them. She felt her breathe catch in her throat as she watched Paul climb onto his bike after sending Marko a playful shove. Laddie climbed onto the back of Dwayne bike as David and Star looked back at Michael.

The pain flowed back into her as she moved around the corner of the building feeling the need to eat but I wasn’t for food. Licking her lips she tasted the copper and it felt so heavy in her mouth. Grabbing her mirror she looked at herself seeing that her mouth and chin were now covered in blood. The sound of motorcycles speeding away caught her attention as she held her arm over her mouth watching them disappear into the night.

To go feed. As soon as they were gone the thought of the hunger and the metallic taste was soon gone but not forgotten. She looked at herself seeing the illusion of blood gone once again. Walking towards her car she hit a button on her key chain the door unlocked. The sound scared a few of the people hanging around it not understanding the sound and flick of lights. Stepping past them as one of the men looked at her with keen interest she opened her door switching the switch in its hiding spot as she turned the key starting up her black beast. Peeling out of the parking lot she had to get as far away from the place as she could.

After a few hours of driving around and finding herself parking in front of a small hotel she paid for a room. When she went through her back seat she found everything she had taken from her boyfriends, sorry Ex boyfriends house she found all the shirts she snagged and his computer along with her. Taking them into her room she wanted to see if any of this was a prank someone was pulling on her. Sitting on the uncomfy bed she tapped in her password as the computer logged on.

“Okay good.” She said as she went to open up the internet. The window popped up saying there was no connection. Moving around the room a little bit she waited to see if she could get a signal.

“You would think in my own heaven it would at lest have some sort of internet.” She said sadly as she turned on her music and just laid in the bed thinking of what the hell she was going to do now.

Hacking into her boyfriend’s computer she was able to pull up the 2 TB worth of songs and movies and what not. Hitting play on her computer she watched the movie rewatching the moment Star and Michael met. She watched with hawk eyes seeing if she could see herself. Nothing seemed to show up as she growled to herself wondering what the fuck was really going on. Nisha set the Laptops down as she wondered over to the window opening up the blinds to see the Boardwalk so clearly. The light started to shut off as the world blacked out. Moments later she was on the ground pushing herself up from the shagged carpet floor. Her black hair was flowing all around her as she tired to figure out what happened.

Something was flowing down her throat as it was hot and thick. Licking her lips she felt the warmth trickle downwards making her whole body smash at the feeling. Pleasure seemed to flow over all her senses. Looking down she saw the floor where she was laying covered in blood. Not like a little stain picking up her hand that was in it she watched where her hand print was filled up with blood. The carpet was bleeding it seemed as she jumped up away from the spot tripping over a chair as she packed away falling over onto the bed. Getting her balance back together she shot up from the bed to look at the floor. Nothing was there. No stain no blood nothing!

She was beginning to get sick of this game her mind seemed to be playing on her. Decided it would be best to take a shower and juts get some sleep she was disappointed to find that this motel didn’t have a shower. Only a tub for baths. Taking up the second offer she laid in it as the heat soared though her cold body as she thought about what she was going to do. The movie was still playing as she looked out the door to where the Laptop was facing her watching David handing Michael the wine bottle of blood.

An idea clicked into her mind. If she was really in the movie, than does that mean she could save the Lost Boys? God only know that she would do anything to have the Lost Boys live on without dying like the director wanted. As she watched the movie from her hot bath a small plan flowed into her mind.

“Fuck it,” she said getting up at the end of the movie. “I’m a fucking necromancer. Raising the bloody dead is what I do. I haven’t been doing it for the last ten fucking years for nothing.” She ringed out her hair as she looked back that movie that ended. What if she could do it? a plan that formed in her head seemed crazy. Involved stocking four very dangerous vampires and she would be attempting something that she hasn’t done before. Hell in her world vampires were like a scarce shadow that only been encountered rarely over the whole time of human existence.

“Than it’s settled,” she said to herself as she shut the blinds from the sun that was flowing through the window.

“I’m going to bring the boys back from the dead.”