“So,” Cain said with a smile that would reassure a vampire, “I understand that it's you gentlemen who saw the phantom?”
Surveyors One, Two, and Three, better known as Jim, Carlson, and Edward, looked at him from their hospital beds. “Um... Yes,” said Jim.
“Who are you?” asked Carlson.
“And why do you have a loaded rifle?” Edward chimed in.
“All in time, my friends. As for now, just think of me as the creepy man with a rifle in your hospital room who's going to ask you questions. You're going to answer them.” Cain enjoyed scaring people, and this was a prime opportunity. “Right?”
After a moment's hesitation all three chorused, “Right.”
“So exactly what do you want to know?” asked Jim hesitantly.
“For starters, where did you see it?”
“In the west side of the forest, slightly south of the hidden trail head we found a few months back. He... I mean, the phantom, hadn't been seen there before, so we figured we'd be alright,” said Carlson.
“Wrong...” muttered Edward.
“You say the phantom is a he?” Cain focused his attentions on Carlson, but Jim answered instead.
“Yeah. Me and Ed got a better look then Carlson did, cause we started running later.”
“Hey, he was scary! Leaping out of a tree in a cloak the color of blood, and then just standing there, staring...”
“Hey, you took off almost before he started coming at us! For all we knew, he could've just been some random dude... In a cloak... Leaping out of trees... With freakish red spirals all over half of his face... Ok, so he probably wasn't normal,” Ed conceded.
“Anyway. He's a guy phantom, or whatever. Not a normal human. As Ed mentioned, he had freakish red spirals on the left half of his face.”
“ Red spirals?” questioned Cain. “You do realize that your story contradicts the wraith-like-tortured-spirit face story we've been getting up until now.” They shrugged. “Ok, back to the spirals. Just that made him not human?”
“Well, that and the flying. I swear he was flying.” Carlson interjected.
“Oh, not the whole 'It flew, It flew!' thing again. Are you sure it was flying?” Cain glared and fingered his rifle as he spoke. “Because this will go much easier if your story follows the laws of physics.”
“Hey, no need for violence.” Edward held up his hands, one of which was in a cast. “We're just telling you what we saw. The guy might not have been flying, but it looked a heck of a lot like it.”
“Ok, start from when you first saw the phantom.” Cain sighed.
“Well... We heard a voice when we were just heading down the trail, minding our own business...”
“And mercilessly mocking Carlson,” interjected Carlson.
“We were not merciless,” muttered Edward.
“Boys?” Cain tapped his fingers on the rifle. “I only need one of you to tell this story.”
Carlson made a face at Edward, then caught Cain's glare. He shrank back. “Shutting up now.”
Edward smiled. “Phantom tree, Carlson, Phantom tree...” Cain relocated the glare. Edward flinched. “Joining him.”
“Thank you,” said Cain, then motioned to Jim again. “Continue.”
“Well... We were minding our own business, mocking Carlson about believing in the phantom and all...” Jim paused and sent an apologetic look to Carlson, who smiled an I-told-you-so type of smile. “Headed towards where Edward thought he'd heard something. And I'd just said that if we saw the phantom, then I'd believe it exists, flying red ghost all the way. Just then, the thing did a front flip out of a tree ahead of us and landed about 40, 45 feet away, with this billowing red cloak thing swirling around it. Honestly, it was almost sorta cool.”
“And you almost sorta wet yourself,” interrupted Carlson with a grin.
“Look who's talking.” Edward said, dissipating Carlson's smile.
“Guys, now is not the time...” Jim was watching Cain.
“Gentlemen...” Cain's voice carried a warning tone in it. “There's two bullets in my rifle and three of you. As I mentioned before...”
“Um... Yes. Being quiet is a wonderful thing, with many redeeming qualities! Boy I sure do love being quiet, it's one of my favorite things, and...”
“We're going to practice right now! Yes, right now! Why don't we just let Jim get on with telling the scary rifle man the story now.”
“Anyway! After the billowing cloak thing, he just sorta stood there and watched us for a moment, and I told the boys that...”
“Wait, it sorta stood there? How can it sorta stand there?”
“Well, it's just the way he was standing. He looked ready to move, almost like he was moving already, like he was just waiting for us to run before he started chasing us. And he pointed at us, like he was accusing us of something... Of course, when we didn't run right away, he just leapt into the air, about ten feet high, coming towards us, and... Well...”
“We screamed like little girls and ran.”
“Very fast little girls. Manly ones.”
“Yeah,” Jim shrugged. “Pretty much.”
Hey! It's a new chapter! That has been written for like, a month now! Feel free to critique.