Okay, sry I took so long, also had a Major, Major writers block, then decided to start over again. Anyway, until I get the nxt chp, this is a filler chp.
"Wham!" That would be the unmistakable sound a demonic bounty hunter makes as he slams into a reinforced cement wall at… approximately 150 mph. With that slam arrived natural (well, not so natural) cycle of being depleted into dust. I turned to the remaining demon bounty hunter saying.
"Never come back, do you understand? The next time I will not be so lenient. Tell your leader that if I ever catch him above ground in the city he will pay." Okay, I admit that saying that might have gone over the top, but I was mad! He had just interrupted my date! It was our three-year-anniversary! Either way, with those words, the demon did his teleportation trick and, I guess, went to report to his master.
Anyway, with that Warren entered, probably mad, but there wasn't enough time to call anyone, and innocents were being hurt. So, here he came, brown eyes almost smoldering with the flames I knew he was about to throw, with the rest of the gang behind him. Man, was I about to get it. Before he could say anything, I cut in.
"I know you're angry, Warren, but I couldn't get a hold of anyone, and they were only bounty hunters! I am perfectly fine!"
"Okay," he said, calming down. That's one of the things that I love about him, he calms down so easily, a least when I talk to him. That's right we are in love, who would have thought that the freak (even by mutants standards) would have captured the heart of "cold, uncaring heart" of the "classic, bad boy from high school." Anyway, after our group BIB (Barbie Ice Bitch) followed. Man, even three years after she still thinks that she has a chance, not to be mean or anything. Either way, she's still following Warren around, and it gets a little annoying. I don't know how she manages to follow us everywhere though.
Anyway, by this time the rest of the gang had caught up, and started asking me why I didn't call any of them to help. I told them the same story that I told Warren, and Fang soon got into the question of why I didn't just vanish them.
"I'm like a cat, remember? I like to play with my food before I eat it," I explained.
"A vicious, man-eating saber-tooth cat," Warren added, wrapping his arms around me, I could feel BIB's over-powering jealousy when he did this. Either way, she plastered on a totally fake smile and congratulated me; sometimes I think that she forgets I can read emotions.
Either way, it's time to go back to the house, Nudge and Gazzy still are the hardest to wake up and, if we hurry they won't be late for school. That leaves us, about thirty minutes to get them up and out the door. So, I teleported us all home, and sent Is and Abbie up to wake them, while Angel and I made breakfast. We got them out of bed, feed, and out the door in 25 minutes. Our house was out so far in the farming land; there were no neighbors to even notice that there were kids with wings taking off into midair.
So, after the kids went off to school, I went up to my workroom, I had felt a burst of creativity last night and I was planning to spend the day finishing it up. Oh, dang, I forgot the concert was tonight, and "Spirit Fire" was being introduced. What? I enjoyed singing, but I couldn't play all the instruments, well I could, but not all at once. So, me, Max, Mag, Layla, Abbie, and Is formed Spirit Fire. I play lead guitar, Max plays bass, Mag plays drums, Layla plays keyboard, Abbie plays bass keyboard, and Is plays another guitar. We all sing, but I am the "leader" as in I sing the most. I finished up the prototype and came back downstairs. I charmed my workroom so no time passes when I'm in there. So, Warren and I spent the day together, watching our favorite movies and visiting different places. It was very hectic when we had to start leaving for the concert, Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy complaining the whole way there. Nudge, that it was taking to long, Gazzy that he had to go to the bathroom, and Iggy that he cherished his eardrums, he resorted to rubbing the back of his head after that retreating into sulking and glaring at me. What? At least I didn't hit him hard!
What seemed to be the never ending trip in reality lasted only a few minutes longer, luckily for all of our annoyance levels, even Layla was about to slap Iggy over the head (he had gone back into complaining mode a few minutes after I had slapped him upside his head). We all unloaded the stuff (instruments, amplifiers, mikes, etc.) from the bus and still had time to laugh at Mag before reminding her that we had powers and she could use them. It was a darn near hilarious sight, even Zach was laughing.
Anyway, when we were all done unloading the instruments (or laughing our asses of) we went in and marveled at how big the stage was, all of the sudden I felt really, really nervous. As if sensing that I was nervous, Warren wrapped his arms around me. I smiled, contented, and leaned back into me. Then, suddenly, I heard really loud screaming, and I knew that that meant they were here. We all got warmed up, and ready to give all that we've got. About 45 minutes later we were almost deaf, due to the insane amount of screeching from the crowd, almost all screams belonged to girls. I heard Nick strike the last chords of the song, and the screaming got, if at all possible, louder, but was also sprinkled with some smattering of applause (LOL, I could be a poet).
I tried to calm down, saying to myself that it cant be that bad, we'd rehearsed the songs over and over again, and could probably play them in our sleep. I heard Nick step up to the mike and an almost silence fell over the crowd. "Okay," he started. "That was our last song for the concert tonight with just us three," he was interrupted with an awwwing sound. "But right now I want to introduce my friends Spirit Fire! Just to warn you, this is two the guys out there, watch out or your girlfriends might smack you for starring," this was my cue.
"Very funny, Nick, very funny," I said stepping out. With my hawk-like eyes I was able to see some guys mouths falling open. Well, what can I say? I did look hot! I wore a grey and white graphic tee with a guitar on it, black and silver skinny jeans, and white converses. I had my hair in a ponytail, all curled so when, on a song, I ripped out the ponytail it still looked awesome, but my hair was still the same color, or should I say colors. Then I had guitar earrings, matching the guitar on my shirt. I had on navy blue eye shadow, silver eyeliner, black mascara, and pale pink lip-gloss.
"Oh woe is me, my heart is breaking!" Nick cried. "Sammy, my dear, you look fantastic."
"As opposed to what?" I asked, my smirk in place and my head tilted to the side, giving my the "innocent look." At that question Nick got his "Oh Crap" face on. Hilarious!! Luckily Joe came to his rescue (if you hadn't realized they were the Jonas Brothers I am disappointed n u!) saying:
"Come on Sam, give him a rest, he's probably stunned by your amazing beauty he doesn't know what he's saying!"
"Not that he does anyway!" interrupted Kevin.
"What is it? Pick on Nick night?" exclaimed Nick?
"Yep!" Joe, Kevin, and I said in unison.
"Anyway," I continued. "Tonight is a celebration of two things. First of all, it's my bands opening night, and second of all, it's my boyfriends and mine three-year-anniversary! Now, I'm going to introduce the band! First of is me! I'm Samantha Evans, but call me Sam and I play guitar and lead singer. Next is Max playing bass guitar!" Max ran out wearing completely black skinny jeans, a tight red shirt saying; "It's all about me!" and matching red flip-flops. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with a red chocker and red earrings and natural make-up (which was forced onto her face).
"What's up Ohio?" she yelled, she was really fun when she wasn't so uptight. To answer her they all screamed.
"Then we have Isabella, better known as Is playing acoustic guitar!" Is ran out, being the most girly one of us, she chose a miniskirt! God's torture for women! Forget giving birth, with a miniskirt you have to invent new ways to sit down, stand up (when on a podium), and run! Either way, she looked hot too, she wore a purple skirt, and a ripped, tight white tee with a lighter purple one underneath matched with silver ballet flats. Then she had her hair down and straight with the highlights braided. She had red lip-gloss, purple eye shadow, and mascara.
"Hiya!" she shouted, still managing to be bubbly. "This is so awesome!" she truly was blond, no offence or anything.
Then, on keyboard we have Layla!" Layla had on a brown miniskirt, a green 'Save the Trees' shirt, and green puma's. She also had green eye shadow and pink lip-gloss on with her hair crimped.
"Hey, everyone!" she said, sounding really excited.
"Then on bass keyboard we have Abigale, or Abbie, " Naturally Abbie ran out, she had white straight leg jeans, a light blue graphic tee, blue slip-ons, and a blue, studded belt around her waist. She had light blue eye shadow, black eyeliner that wasn't too heavy and mascara. Her hair fell in waves, except for the dyed parts, which were straight.
"Don't worry, we're almost done, we just have a lot of people in our band!" she explained.
"And, last but most definitely not least Magenta, or Mag playing drums!" She came running out, her hair in the trademark buns, with the wisps of dyed parts hanging down. She had a magenta shirt with the word rebel 'colored' on it (like graffiti), black skinny jeans, and white boots covering the ends of the jeans. She had dark magenta eye shadow, black eyeliner, and mascara. We all had our nails painted black and made to not chip off when playing.
"Are you ready to rock?" Mag yelled into the mike. The crowd screamed in excitement, I hope.
"Then come on!" while we had been introducing ourselves, the Jonas' had exited, and with those final words, the curtain rose, and we went to get our instruments. They all were colored with our outfit choices, and had the Spirit Fire logo on them, the dramatic S and F surrounded by white wings, mine also had silver flames going up it. We sat up all our instruments, and moved to our spots.
"This first song is called," I began (sry, I'm just 2 lazy 2 type out the performance/song titles/song words).
We rocked the house….well, stadium on the five songs we played to wrap up the concert. The one slow song we played I dedicated to Warren. I think I saw him blushing when I looked back there. Anyway, when we were done the Jonas Brothers came out to say good night with me, and with that the curtain closed and we went back to the dressing rooms to change into more comfortable clothes and hang out. We always had to wait half an hour before we could attempt to leave, so we hung out playing wii for that time.
When we could finally leave, it took extra bodyguards to hold back the crowd. It took a little while to get there, but when we arrived at the hotel I had to bit back a swear word. Guess who was at the front desk? My parents.
"Oh, Crap," that would be me making eye contact with the spawn of Satan. Wait, if they were the sawn of Satan, what would that make me? Grandchild of Satan? "Look on the bright side," I started to tell Warren. "You finally get to met the 'rents. Come on Fang, maybe you'll get a few good shots in before the cussing/yelling/arguing begins. I mean the shock has to be intense. I wonder what they'll say to you. They probably won't say sorry, that's for sure." I started walking over. "Come on I said over my shoulder, time to face the music."
I started walking over to my parents, still wondering what their reaction will be, well, it sure will be interesting.
I went up to the check in desk and said to the guy,
"Hi, I'm Samantha Evans, do you know what room I'm in?" Before the guy could respond, my parents cut in., saying
"Samantha?"
"Yes, that is my name, I will escort you up to my room, to explain everything in a few minutes," turning back to the guy I gave him a small smile. "My room please," I took a break to look at his nametag. "Evan."
He smiled back giving me my key and telling me my room number, 3087. "Have a nice night," he said sort of sympathetically; I wondered how long my parents had been here.
"Is brother here?" I said, my tone turning cold and formal.
"Yes, they said, and so is your sister," The answered.
"Sister?" I asked. What happened, did the school remember they needed another child and give them one? Whatever.
"Yes, remember, Christine. By the way, what are you wearing, that is not appropriate young lady," I was fuming now, if I was a cartoon, smoke would have been blowing out my ears. I felt Abbie and Is slide up behind me. "What happened to you hair? How do you get it to look so real when it's obviously dyed?"
"I'll explain when I get up to the room," I all but growled. "Until them stay quiet, I might have paparazzi stalking me." They looked offended, but I ignored them and motioned for everyone to follow me, luckily the elevators were monstrous. "Call Bryan and tell him to meet me in room 3087, since I apparently have a sister, call her too," it was a long and awkward elevator ride, and it didn't help that Warren and Fang were stuck on the other side of the elevator, luckily Abbie and Is were by me, so they calmed me down.
"Ah, now I remember, Abigale and Isabella, what a pleasant surprise!" my 'father' exclaimed. How delightful it is to see you again!" Were are your parents?" oh crap, this will be his downfall, interesting.
"We don't know," they replied, in unison. "Where were you two in these four years?" Abbie continued. Have I mentioned I love her? For the rest of the elevator ride, no one talked.
We got to the top floor a few minutes later, the tension still thick, and headed to my room, luckily it was right by the elevator. I unlocked the door and opened it to see a gigantic suite themed gold and cream, oh well, the colors would due, and at least there was no pink. I told the Jonas Brothers that they should go hide in their room and prepare for the explosion and WW III that would follow. They gave me a hug and told me to stay strong.
We had to wait a few minutes for my brother and newfound sister, but when they knocked at the door, and I opened it, it only took a few minutes for my brother to realize that it was me. He wrapped me in a hug so tight that I could hardly breathe.
"Choking…not breathing…need air…to explain…You're killing me!" after that he let go.
"Okay," my mother interrupted. "Introductions, then an explanation."
"Hold on," I said. "How are you?" I asked my brother.
"I'm good," he replied. "Without you mom and dad caught me since Christine here wouldn't help me," he shot a glare at the girl. "But, I've been completely clean for nine months!"
"That's wonderful!" I explained. "After my explanation you and I are going to sit down and talk," I turned back to mother and father. "Alright, introductions. Well, let's start with the Sky High group," what? I had to save Fang for last! "First are the two girls, Layla, the one in green, and Magenta or Mag, the one in, well, magenta. Then there is Will, he has light brown hair, he's Layla's boyfriend, Zach, the blonde in yellow, he's Mag's boyfriend, Ethan, the African American, he's Is's boyfriend, and Warren, tall, dark, and handsome over there who's my boyfriend," with that came the soft congratulations from Bryan. I looked at my parents and saw that, for once, they were speechless.
"You cannot tell us that you are dating this….this…..boy!" mother spluttered, yep, still haughty.
"Oh, you lost say in my life a while ago, mother and father. Just wait a few more introductions, you love this next part."
"Very well," huffed my mother.
"Moving on to the flock," I said. "Angel is the youngest blonde, with her brother Gazzy, the younger blond boy, Nudge, the African American, is his girlfriend, Iggy, Abbie's boyfriend, then Max, the oldest blonde, she's probably going to become my sister-in-law."
"What do you mean?" asked father. "And who's that last boy?"
"The emo looking boy you mean, oh yeah, he's the intro you'll absolutely love! But before, is there something you want to tell me about my birth?" I asked, giving them a chance to explain themselves.
"No," father answered.
Really now, you're supposed to be telling the truth," I taunted.
"We are!" my father roared, getting mad. "And why won't you introduce the last person?"
"Fine!" I yelled back. "That's Fang!"
"That's it?" my mother asked?
"NO, THAT'S NOT IT!" I yelled back. "THE POINT IS THAT HE'S MY BROTHER! THAT'S THE POINT!"
"No, it can't be," my mother whispered.
"You're right, it's not supposed to be, because the same person that toke him away made me into the FREAK I am!" I exploded. "Parents are supposed to take care of their young! Instead you managed to fuck us up to this extreme amount (I only cuss when I'm extremely angry/excited)! Your eldest was an addict/drunk, I'm a genius freak, and so is my TWIN apparently that I never knew I had! Why did you do that? The same man you gave him away to turned most everyone in this room into freaks!"
"Who was he?" mother asked, starting to look scared.
"He is Max's father, Jeb Batchelder," I explained. "You should have listen to that damn nurse. I really don't know if he had a hand in turning me, Is, and Abbie into freaks, but I know that the organization he worked for at the time did."
"You keep saying that he turned most of you into freaks, what happened?" Bryan asked, I turned to my friends from the flock. "Should we tell them or just show them?"
"Showing them would be so much more easier, at least that's what I think," Abbie stated.
"Yeah," Is agreed.
"Okay, then on three," I said as we moved to give us space. "Seriously, on three, not one."
"Okay," everyone answered.
"One, two, three," I said. On three we all unfurled our wings. The result was spectacular! Mother fainted and hit the ground, father following close behind, and then Christine. At least Bryan remained standing, though he looked pale. "Hot chocolate anyone?" I asked.
Everyone raised their hands and I went and made the 16 cups, and, with my powers, brought them whizzing back. I also made three more and sent a clone to get the Jonas'.
"So," I started.
"So," Bryan started, mimicking me.
"Stop it," I exclaimed, sticking my tongue out. "Anyway, what's Christine like?" I asked him.
"She's a real brat," he said. "You know, everything mom and dad wanted you to be. Oh, and she's also obsessed with those Jonas'.
"Who's obsessed with us?" Nick asked as he walked in with my clone. When I absorbed it, I got a nasty shock.
"How did you mess up your room so quickly?" I asked. "You were in there for 15 minutes!"
"We were trying to save ourselves from the aftermath of your wrath," Joe explained.
"Yeah," Kevin added. "I think that some people in Australia didn't hear you."
"Whoops, I shoulda sound-proofed the room," I said, embarrassed.
"You were pretty frightening Sammy-chan," Bryan added.
"By the way," Warren started. "How do you take the powers thing so easily."
"Well, I know my Sammy-chan, and I know she'll use her powers for good, if she hasn't already," he said. "Is that why you guys have streaks in your hair?"
"Yeah," I said. "It's a long story."
"When mom, dad, and Christine wake up we'll have time." He concurred, then stretched, lazily.
"You were always like Shikamaru," I commented. "A genius, but to lazy to do anything," I glanced at my friends. "Sorry about all the Naruto references, but we both are obsessed with it."
"And, when you were thirteen, you were obsessed with Sasuke," Bryan added. "And Naruto," he added, after thinking about it.
"Shut up, Shika," I muttered, embarrassed.
"It's okay, I'll just show everyone the time you were watching all your DVDs in your…" at that point he had been attacked by me in a desperate attempt to save an ounce of my dignity.
"Not cool!" I yelled, that was one time!"
"No it wasn't," he argued. "You did that, like, ten different times!" at this time my cheeks were a nice fire truck red. Luckily my parents and sister started to wake up, providing a distraction.
They got up, looked at the floating cups of hot chocolate washing themselves and fell right back down.
"This will take a while," I said. "Oh, wait! Abbie, you could splash them!" doing just that woke them up with a start, but they didn't faint again.
"What happened to you?" my mother cried. Time for the explanation.
"Hold on," I said. " I'll show it in movie form," with that I started to pull out the movie. I virtually pressed play, but it wasn't my movie it was Naruto, season one. "Whoops, wrong movie," I said. This time, pulling out the correct one, my sight went dark.
OOOOOOWWWWWW, hand cramp! It is officially, 3:11 and I'm going to sleep, I might get the nxt chp 2 u soon, but weekends r busy cya!