Haunted Hydra: Leon & John
John knew it was Halloween, but this was crazy. The whole dormitory was being put to use, turned into a giant haunted house and it was tricky to get around without ending up in a dark hallway with scaractors trying to get you. He managed it somehow, coming down to the main foyer to go out and see what else was going on, and then spotted the dark haired boy sitting off to the side on his phone.
John did a double take. It was Leon, wasn't it? The last time he'd seen his half-brother had been when the voodoo priest was covered in tattoos and adorned with dreadlocks. The necklaces he wore then were magic, John had been told, and for protection. The kinds of things Leon needed protection from back then would make anyone of a sound mind shudder with dread. That's what John had been told.
The dreads were gone, but John still recognized his brother. He was frozen to the spot, just staring at Leon. Shit, he wasn't ready for this. He didn't know what to say to someone who had saved the way of life their people still meagerly clung to. John thought of the package he had in his room, the one his mother had given him to deliver to Leon. John took a deep breath. He had to get this over with.
"Um, excuse me. Leon?" John stepped up. His palms were sweating with nerves and he felt his mouth go dry. "Can I talk to you?"