Chapter 2:

Meet the Westley's

A/N: Seven new characters coming yuor way in this chapter. Leave a review if you get confused and I'll post a family tree in my A/N for Chapter 3. This one might be a little boring because it's that obligatory introduction chapter, but I promise, murder and mayhem is coming soon! :)

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Seventeen year old Ferrah Westley sighed heavily as she stared out the window of her family's RV. The car was silent except for the ruffling of papers up front; her mother was trying to decipher a map to direct them where to go.

"Well, it's not like this road doesn't lead somewhere!" Her mother exclaimed, breaking the silence as she put down the map.

"Maggie, you're missing the point here!" Her father retorted, in a just as irritated voice. They had been arguing from San Antonio to the middle of nowhere," We're running out of gas! What the hell are we going to do if we run out of gas?"

"Please don't raise your voice at me." Maggie demanded and Ferrah rolled her eyes.

"I'm in hell!" She moaned, and Maggie turned around.

"What?" She asked, obviously having no idea what Ferrah had just said because her tone was light.

"Nothing, Mom." Ferrah snapped as she laid down on the couch she was sitting on and put a pillow over her face.

"Hey, how long do you think I'd have to hold it down over her face before she suffocated?" Her twin brother, Michael asked, as he pushed the pillow down on her face jokingly.

"Michael Joseph!" Maggie turned around," Don't suffocate your sister! And where is your brother?"

"Oh, he's, um... he's in the bathroom."

Their parents exchanged a look, and Maggie stood up. She moved her way to the back, struggling to keep her balance. She banged on the bathroom door once, and started shouting through it.

"Hey! Alexander! Get out here, now!"

"Mom, he's not doing any..."

Maggie shot Michael a warning look at then banged on the door even more.

"Tell him I'm going to come back there and break it down!"

"Oh, tell Paul he isn't gonna do shit!" Alex's voice came through the door but it wasn't very loud, and his words were slurred. He was in there smoking weed or snorting cocaine," He's got a gimp leg, and he expe-tts me to be-llieve that he's going to b-re-aak down the d-ooo-r?"

"S'cuse me, darling." Paul's brother, John, had emerged from the back, and he gently moved Maggie out of the way of the door. He rammed his shoulder into it, and then again, and again. On the third push, the door flew open.

"What the fuck, man? You on steroids?" Alex asked as John grabbed him and pulled him out of the bathroom. A cloud of smoke made the entire trailer smell like pot the second the door opened.

"Go to your room!" Maggie shouted, not knowing what else to say.

"We're on a trailer, man. I ain't got a room."

"I meant your bed. Go sit on it until I tell you you can get up." Maggie ordered, knwoing that this was the most ridiculous thing she had ever said and that the punishment wasn't a punishment at all.

"Fine." He walked over to his bed, fell onto his stomach, and closed his eyes.

"Goddamn it..." Maggie muttered under her breath as she went back to her seat in the front of the RV.

"Like I said... I'm in hell!" Ferrah groaned as she held the pillow over her face harder. She kept it there until her lungs screamed at her for air. Finally, she pulled it off, and took a deep breath. God, what she would have given for God to strike her with lightening. It would have been better than this shitty vacation with her family. Who wanted to see Texas, anyway?

"Gas station!" Maggie pointed at the sign by the side of the road that pictured a grotesque looking clown and large bloody letters.

"Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Mayhem." Michael read as he, John, and Ferrah looked out the window," And it's also a gas station? Why don't we have cool gas stations like that in New York?"

"Because there are other cool things. Like... Broadway and the Statue of Liberty. You know... normal things." John moved away from the window and went into the back of RV.

"Well, as strange as it is going to be there, we need gas now." Paul told them," Amd I haven't eaten since nine this morning. Didn't that sign say something about fried chicken?"

"Oh, you're not going to eat it, are you?" A voice from the back asked.

John's wife, Eden, had been napping in the back and had finally woken up.

"Oh, look who decided to join the living." Maggie said, with a smile," Trust me, he won't eat it. We don't want you getting Hepatitus or something while we're on vacation, honey."

Paul laughed, and kissed her hand.

"You're right. I'm sure there's a McDonalds around here somewhere. Even in this podunk back water mutant wasteland, there has to be a McDonalds..."

Coming Soon: Chapter 3: Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Mayhem