Necromancer: requiem for the dead

This is it, 6 of 6 for the intro. Again sorry it's taken so long. Anyway I hope this answers some of the questions u guys have. For anyone reading this for the first time I ask that u read the necro series first on my page so u don't get lost as to who is who. Anyway now the story has an official title, and again I say this. I haven't made an ending to this story yet but I'll let u know when it's the final chapter. Everyone gets to write their own ending, do what ever u want kill off whoever u want, just wait rill I tell u it's the end first. I got a lot more to write to give u guys materials for ur endings so pls b patient. Anyway here it is I hope u enjoy.

"and that is how stupid is, everybody", said delana at jacks little stunt.  He had hoped that dropping in on a rabbit from his perch in his tree would have looked awesome, but tripping before you even get out of the tree?  Not cool.  The rabbit was gone and though he looked the fool he still bowed.  Jack obviously wasn't the bright one of the pack, in fact this was the group of kids that all the "losers" hated most.  Sandra (from lizs story) Donnie, Tatiana, Trevor, Lindsay, damien, sam, Lutheran, Jack, delana, and rickard.  Plus their adult swindler friend who bought them adult stuff like the booze they were now drinking.  They were all in their fave hiding place, the branches in the trees beside the school.  No one looked there.  Jack took his place beside his sister Lindsay, asking for his bottle back.
"so who's life did you ruin yesterday"? Asked tat to rickard.  Rickard was the captain of the chess team and cheerleading squad.  She had two personalitys there, and a third which was really her.  
"does it matter", she said.  "nothing tops suicide girl, what was her name?". She thought a moment.  "oh yeah it was lesbian".  They all laughed.
Thomas their adult friend was enjoying his rum, when movement caught his attention.  He quickly raised the alarm so that everyone would climb higher, no one ever looked up.  They were all still talking in whispers now, but they shut right up when the weird happened.  Several freaks in cloaks walked under the trees, which usually gets a few razes and jeers from the group.  This time however they thought to shut up instead, what they thought was a few quickly turned into many.  They all dressed the same as well, black hooded cloacks with a stupid round... And pointy....... Thing, symbol thingy?  Thomas and his group knew better then to temp the odds.  They waited quietly, waiting for these freaks to make the last march to school, they were certain that even the teachers would take the chance to beat these nobodies up. They relished and took in the idea with delight, often making guns with their hands and popping off a couple of freaks.  They stopped playing around when the massive group stopped dead save for like ten of them. They walked forward till they reached a clearing in the trees, four of them with brooms began removing leaves and dirt from a spot in the clearing, when they were done they stepped back bowed and joined the countless others behind the six.
"oh fuckin hell", said lutheran.  Anyone that could hear him turned to look with confusion.  "what"? He snapped.  "you assholes can't see what's on the ground".  He barked it in a loud whisper.  He wasn't asking, he was edgeing them on to look.  Several eyes went wide.
"that's that spiky cult symbol, peno?  Para?  Pah pah".  Sandra tried her best to get the name but it was a lose for her.  No one in the group knew anything about cults, although they could very well research it if it was to their advantage.  Say blackmail.  It would have to wait just until these freaks were gone.  
         The six now with their symbol free of debreis, took up their positions.  One in the middle and one at each point.  It was quiet for a moment before the six in unison said something in another language.  The rest of the freaks responded.  To the tree peoples shock the freak in the center spoke again, this time in English.
"us six", he spoke loudly.  "tell us, tell us you're brethren your call, your name and your posistions".
"my call is necro", started a young lady.  She dropped her hood.  With shock the tree people reconized her.
"oh my fucking god that's Harley Samson, why is she with these fucking freaks"?
Harley never noticed the tree peoples freak out and continued.  "and my name is sleeping shades.  My posistion is mutations and all their aspects".  The guy in the middle nodded and turned to the person on her right.
"my call is necro", said the guy.  Like Haley he dropped his hood.  Officer Alan Andrews.  "my name is shadowfall.  My posistion is first force and all that it entails".  Although all he could see was the back of his head, Thomas recognized officer Andrews.
The next person was a shock to everyone in the trees.
"my call is necro", said the taller man.  "and my name.......".  Dropping his hood.  "is end of night".  It wasn't hard to imagine and yet it was.  So docile so kind and yet there he stood with the cultist, mr Smith.  "and my posistion is medic".
The next person they didn't know, it was some older black woman with buzzed white hair, she introduced herself as shiverwell and her posistion was second force.
"I am necro", said a massive voice.  Donald Aberfoyle dropped his hood.  "I am called sleeping knights.  I hold the posistion of reassembly for our soldiers".
The five points were done and the guy in the center seemed pleased.  Without saying a word he dropped his hood.
"oh my god", said Lindsay.  I dated him last semester".
"what"? Snapped Sandra.
"well how was I suppose to know Sheen was a freak lover".
"I am blazer blood, my call is necro". Sheen began to smile.  "and I am the head of out sect".  He walked over to large group as they watched.  "now is the time for the revenge".
"cliche", whispered sleeping shades.  The group chuckled.  Blazer blood not so impressed looked at her.  Turning back to the group he continued.  "shall we my friends".  He began to chant holding his hands beside his head.  The others followed.  He took his place back in the star, the others watched him.
"do you have to make it theatrical"! Said an annoyed shiverwell.  Blood just smiled.  The six put their feet together standing straight eyes closed.  They moved their hands to their sides palms forward and open.  
"what's on their wrists"? Asked Thomas.  No sooner had he noticed the silver gauntlets then a set of blades in each forced themselves into the hands of the six.  A stream of blood came down their hands and began to slowly fill the star and it's circle with blood.  A flick of the wrist and the blades opened up letting loose a thicker stream of blood filling the star in no time.  When it was full the gauntlets fell off their arms and the medic went to work.  The tree people tried to see what he was doing but he was in the way.  What ever it was, it was very effective as the bleeding stopped immediately.  
"our pentagram is filled, as all the others as well.  Do you feel it"?  The six spoke as one in a loud hush.  The group chanted louder, as an eerie fog began to roll in.  It swallowed the group and made it's way to the six.  As it touched them, they turned and moved towards the school, only the faintest sight of their heads poked through the fog.  The six thought to get down when there were no more heads but the ground shook and it took everything to hold onto the trees.
"earthquake"?  Asked Trevor.
"no........ Listen"! said Lindsay.  They strained their ears at the rumbling.  "it's a stampede".  She finished.  The first thing that they noticed was the smell.  The smell of age.  The smell of decay.  The smell of blood.  The smell of power.  The heads came next, thousands running through the fog only the tops flashing by.  The fog grew thicker rising higher to touch their branches, their haven.  Jack looked at the fog, lost in it.  He wanted what he shouldn't, what he couldn't.  He wanted to touch it.  True to his foolishness and rabbit chasing idiocy he leaned over hand outstretched to the fog.  Just one touch.  His sister grabbed and pulled him back.  Twice her size he continued to reach out without slowing to her feeble attempt.  The edge of the fog was almost solid, he had a time putting his hand through it.  It was cold but not like chill to the bone, more like it was warning him it was cold and his hand responded.  It felt nice.  The others noticed and began trying to cuss him off.
"W T F as to what you are doing ass".
"get the fuck out of there".
"please stop"
"fucking a-hole.  Stop being stupid".
The words seemed to be in the distance, however he had his fill and pulled back slowly, till several sets of decayed hands wrapped around his wrist.  The pull was hard, his arm came out of it's socket before his body moved.  Head first he went into the fog with his sister Lindsay in tow, her hands still in his shirt.  The sounds of screams, breaking bones, tearing and beating filled the small forest.  No one 
moved in the trees, they were scared.  All the stupid moves, now they too were gonna die.  The screams were weird after a while like someone trying to do it with a mouth full of water while the other moaned it out.  Soon it was quiet and the group began to move again......... Never once looking up.  The only sound in the air now was the sound of feet stepping on chicken bone and the squish as if someone stepped in a mud puddle.  

       Shiverwell turned around as death was smelled.  Someone.......... No two someones walked into the army, how unfortunate.  Acting quickly she drew on the ground trapping the souls and claiming the first kills.  She stood smiling, this soon and already two under her belt.  The six raised their hoods as they approached the back parking lot.  A teacher named mr. Masters was getting his briefcase out of his trunk.  Closing his trunk he looked to his right and saw the hoods coming, making a disgusted face.  He didn't even give them a second look as he made his way inside.  
"near sighted bafoon", said shiverwell.  E'll be dead soon enough. Go ayhead and warn da udders of the freaks a makin dere way down".
"no warning, it's far to late".  said blood.  "no escape.  No hope.  No one to help.  This is our time, this world is your tome.  The end"? A horrible yell came from the fog following them.  "of coarse this is the end!  It's all we have planned for so long.  This is it.  We even gave it a name".  They all stopped.  "necromancers", they all raised their heads.  "let us begin the 'requiem for the dead'".  The earth shook again as the fog gave way to an army.  A deadly scream filled the air the world round.