Mother In Law From Hell
Never has the term been more literal.
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Welcome to Potsdam, New York.
A town of about 16,000 people in upstate New York, it is home to the Potsdam State University of New York, the Clarkson University, and tons of students.
Meet Gregory Tate, a respected student at Clarkson University. He has short blond hair, bright blue eyes, and looks like the basic rich kid from another county. He is, in fact, just that. His parents own a large company in New York City, and Gregory decided to go upstate to Clarkson University instead of his local selections.
Now, meet Jacob Miller, or for short, 'Jake'. Everybody calls him Jake. Everybody. He's you're run-of-the-mill college student. He's not too flashy, has his hands deep in his pockets, pulling up his black past-waist-length hoody and his loose baggy shorts. And don't let his messy slightly spiky brownish black hair fool you. He's no pushover.
Now… meet Arella Logan. She's just your normal 17-year-old teenager… except for the fact if you get close enough and stare at her skin without getting caught, you can see a slight ambient green tint to her skin. And besides that, it looks like she hadn't gotten as much sun as the other kids, as her skin looked grayer and paler than others her age. She has medium-length purple hair, and purple eyes. She is usually bright and happy, willing to laugh and joke, but will get incredibly feisty if ticked off, and give any guy still standing that was in on it a chilling glare as she walks away.
And now… take Gregory Tate, and take Jake Miller… and then imagine…
They're both after the same girl.
Arella Logan.
But there's one thing they'll soon learn.
They'll learn why all those 'Mother in Law' jokes exist. Why people loathe their mother in laws and why their mother in laws loathe them.
Because Arella Logan's mother, Rachel Logan…
Is going to prove to them… the hardest part isn't getting the girl.
It's surviving her mom.
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Chapter 1: You Snooze, You Lose
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It's the end of college classes, and out on campus stood the biggest toughest roughest hockey player in the town, talking with other members of the team.
Jake was walking by their group, trying to just get past them to go home.
Unfortunately, the tallest of the group looked up and stared at him, and chewed his bottom lip a bit.
He had a large forehead, short buzz-cut jet-black hair, and the whole 'football jock' look about him. His name was Trevor Collins, and he was Jake's biggest bully… but not the shove you around type… the ridicule-you-while-trying-to-act-friendly bully.
"Hey, Jake, what's up?" Trevor asked, as the other less jockish players turned around to look at him.
"Uh… nothing, just getting on home," he replied, held up his hand in a wave, and then began to walk off.
"Really?" Trevor began, and hurried up to walk behind him.
"You know…" he continued, resting a hand on Jake's shoulder while walking beside him, "I don't know if these guys heard it or not but… I heard you've got a little crush on Melissa."
Jake stared at him, and shook his head swiftly, stating, "No, no, I don't."
"Come on man… be a man, go talk to her," Trevor insisted, knowing that if Jake did do it, Melissa Bradshaw would turn him down immediately, knowing she was too good for him.
"That's not who I have a crush on, ok? It's someone else," Jake insisted, as Trevor stopped him for a moment and asked immediately, "Who?"
"… Arella," Jake whispered.
Immediately Trevor's deviance wore off and his face filled with shock, his mouth gaping. He shook his head sternly, and replied, "No, don't you know how her mom is… she's like the devil!"
Suddenly, behind the both of them, came an interruption from a female voice.
"Trevor…" she said, as they both turned. It was Arella Logan, standing there, holding a textbook.
"Did I just hear 'Her mom is like the devil'? Because if I did, I know who you're talking about… obviously," she questioned him, smiling and having a little laugh about it.
"No, no! I said… Herman is like the devil! Herman…" Trevor began, but went blank, and Jake quickly finished it for him.
"Sanchez," Jake continued, causing Trevor to quickly nod and reply, "Herman Sanchez, yeah! He's new on the team this year… man… he got so many penalties they had to sit him out for half the game!"
Trevor's defense worked well, mainly because Arella Logan didn't want to stand there listening to anything about hockey while carrying a heavy textbook in her arms.
She shook her head, walked off, and muttered, "Yeah, whatever."
"You know, if I wasn't so busy covering my ass… I would have said you go for her right then man… don't you know? Greg has a fling with her too! Or, well, a crush… not a fling yet," Trevor continued, as Jake scoffed after hearing the name 'Greg'.
"Greg? Do you seriously think a softy like Greg can handle a girl like that?" Jake asked, as Greg shrugged.
"If I was him, which, gladly I'm not, it's not Arella I'd be worried about," Trevor replied, walking off back towards his group.
"Her mother seriously eats guys like him for lunch!" he shouted after getting further, and then shouted again, "C'ya Jake!"
As Jake simply stared and turned around to walk off back to his car, Trevor got back to the huddle and immediately told them.
"Hey, Run-of-the-Mill Miller… has a crush on Arella." He whispered, as the surrounding guys laughed quietly.
"He is so dead," one of them whispered while laughing.
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That weekend, all of the students familiar with each other gathered in a bar, watching he big football game.
Trevor was up front chugging a root beer, waiting for what he knew was coming.
As the announcer shouted 'TO THE 10, TO THE 5… TOUCHDOWN, GIANTS!", Trevor slammed down his large root beer glass to the counter, causing it to splash up a bit, and shouted, "Yeah, baby!"
He then motioned to his right, and said loudly, "Where's my 10 dollars? Come on now," as someone nearby handed him 9 dollars and enough change to make 1 more dollar, "Thaaank you…"
"Ok, whose the guy that bet a hundred!" he shouted next to his back left across the crowd of people. Across the crowd, one guy was leaving, shown by the abundance of light shining from the doorway.
"Yeah, you better leave, Johnson! I know you bet that 100 too!" he shouted, pointing his finger and rising up a bit in his seat, before setting back down and turning back to the counter after the door closed. He then turned around, slumped over the counter, and banged his head on the bar counter, leaving it there.
"Hey, what's wrong?" one of his buddies asked, as he groaned, "Too much Root beer… Ugh…"
"Hey… did you know that Greg just left with 3 of his buddies, bragging about going over to the Logan family and harassing Arella's mom?" the same guy asked, as Trevor rose his head up, eyes wide upon hearing that.
He immediately grabbed his black leather jacket and tapped on Jake's shoulder, who was talking to close friends there.
"Hey, Jake, come on, I need you to come help me with something," he said, and motioned to come with him.
Jake looked back at his buds and said, "I'll be right back," and then followed Trevor out the door.
"What's up?" Jake asked, as Trevor adjusted his jacket, aired it out, and then got in his dad's older red full-size 4-wheel-drive pickup truck.
"Someone's about to mess with Arella, I need you to come make sure nobody gets hurt," Trevor replied, as Jake rushed around and got in with no hesitation.
"Who would hurt Arella though, man?" Jake asked, as Trevor smirked, went 'heh', and shook his head a bit.
"It's not Arella that might get hurt, Jake," he answered, and turned the igniting, starting up the truck after a little whining sound.
They then pulled out of the parking lot, heading to Arella's street.
When they got to the corner, Trevor had his window down and his left arm resting on the bottom of the window.
"We're too late," he muttered, as they both watched it unfold.
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Rachel Logan, a 38 year old mother with medium-length purple hair, purple eyes, a strange all-blue clothing pattern, and a odd red diamond-shaped emblem in the middle of her forehead, was bent over watering her own personal garden when Gregory Tate, in the passenger side of a more expensive 'first car', called her.
"Hey, Mrs. Logan." He said a bit loudly, as she peered up at them.
"Yes…?" she muttered, as the guy continued.
"Is Arella around?" he asked, as she rose up as stared.
"What's it to you?" she asked curiously, inspecting him.
"What's it to me?" he mocked, and laughed with his buddies, "I want to see your daughter, numbnuts."
She looked a bit ticked off, and dropped her watering hose, as the water valve suddenly creaked in the distance, turning off on its own somehow.
Another uppity guy in the backseat rolled down his window, and tossed some coins at Rachel Logan's feet, causing her to stare and them and them glare up at him.
"Hey, lady, here's some common cents!" the guy said, as the others laughed hard at the joke.
Mrs. Logan started growling, and then suddenly the group's expensive van went in reverse like insane, on its own and much to the dismay of its passengers.
Trevor and Jake watched on in surprise, as Trevor said, watching, "See, man? She's already scared them. They're backing up like they can't control it."
The 4 brats insane were screaming like crazy, as suddenly the car jolted sideways, coming to a sideways stop. Their doors flew off the hinges and their were jolted out, hitting the road.
Then, after all of them got slung out, the car suddenly hit the gas, and went up someone's concrete driveway, across the road and 3 houses away from the Logan Family's home.
Rachel Logan simply started humming peacefully again, and watered her garden as the rich kids' SUV plowed through the home's garage door, front-ending the back of a ruby red 4-door sedan and causing the mid-20s woman inside the garage beside the car to scream and drop the things she was carrying.
As the sedan's car alarm went off, and the kids got up and stared in horror to what had just happened. They then looked back down the street at Mrs. Logan, and then ran like crazy the other way.
Rachel Logan was still humming a tune, and then suddenly began practicing a line.
"Why, yes, officer, I did see those young guys run through here today. They seemed incredibly drunk and swaying across the road. They then pitched right and slammed into this person's garage. I sure do hope you caught the juveniles that did this. No problem. Good day," she said to herself, and then laughed a bit.
"Is it just me, or did that… not look like a regular crash?" Travis asked, as Jake scoffed.
"Oh, yeah, Arella's mom must be a witch, Travis, Good call," Jake said sarcastically, as Travis laughed and put the truck in gear again, then sped off to get away from there.
Mrs. Logan, however, glared up at the truck speeding away, and suddenly, the water from the water hose in her hand cut off again.
She then turned around, walked towards the garage, and walked in the garage through the open garage door.
There was her husband, going through some tools to fix his work friend's table, which was wobbly and 'unstable'. He was very odd looking, which pointy ears, short green hair, and the most noticeably aspect… olive green skin.
"Hey, Gar, I'm going to borrow the car for a little while… I saw these hoodlums driving around and I want to go keep tabs on them," she told him, as he nodded, focused on using his mechanical wrench to fix the table.
"Ok, RaeRae, go have fun, but don't go chasing around any criminals!" he began semi-jokingly and semi-serious, as Rachel Logan grabbed the keys to the car and got in, "Leave that to the police!"
Rachel nodded, and replied, "Sure thing."
She then started up the engine, and backed out of the garage, and sped off and turned left, following the now way-out-of-sight old red truck.
But, somehow, she still made all the right turns, as if she somehow could foresee the truck's path.
… And as impossible and unrealistic as it sounds...
That's what she was really doing.
And, because she assumed that they were with the snotty guys in the SUV that she punished, the real reason she was going after them…
To find out what they wanted…
With her Daughter.
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Author's Notes: To clear up any possible confusion… this is based several years after the Teen Titans, after they have broken up and scattered across the nation and globe to live their lives. And if it's not already clear, 'Rachel Logan' is Raven from Teen Titans, 'Gar' or 'Garfield Logan' is Beast Boy, and the other characters are OC characters. And Yes, 'Arella Logan' is named after Raven's own mother, Arella. I thought it would be sort-of like Raven to choose her mother's name as her daughter's name… And the way I chose Raven's current age was… well… I made it like she had Arella at age 21… and now Arella is 17. So that means 21 plus 17 would be Raven's current age. Pretty simple. :P Please review so I know how and if you liked it!(But who wouldn't? :D )
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