Walking into the house and throwing his jacket up on the rack, Arson only saw two of his siblings. His older half sister, Slasha, was sitting on the couch with needle and thread in hand, a pair of his pants on her lap. His eyes lit brightly when he saw his half brother, Slash, walk in. He and Slash had been given the duty of practising their skills out in field tonight and it didn't look like he had left the house. His clothes were still neat and tidy, his hair was brushed back, the part that wasn't was the top where it was very spiky, and he wasn't wearing his weapons.
"I suppose I'll have to write that letter to our dad's tonight about you disobeying his instructions." he said loudly.
Slasha jumped up from the couch quickly, the silver spikes in her eyes shot out and he heard her hiss, she had a skull face, her eyes were hollow except for the silver spikes in the middle. She was wearing a black dress, she had gotten over her obsession of Bellatrix Lestrange a few years earlier and was wearing a black dress with red and purple on the top, she had purple shoes on her feet and a purple and red bow in her copper gray hair, it reached almost all the way down to her waist, she was twelve years old and was twelve inches tall.
"Arson, scared me!" she squeaked, she had a low hiss to her voice that softened it a little bit.
"You have got to be kidding me!" Slash growled loudly. "It's only nine!"
"Best do these things early man," Arson snarled. "that way the rest of the night is free."
"Yeah well I prefer doing my hunting after midnight!" Slash yelled.
Slash was two years younger than him and slightly shorter, his long dark silver hair went all the way down his shoulders, it'd go much farther if Arson wouldn't have set the end on fire one day when they had gotten into a fight. He was wearing a black shirt with red and gray skull on the front and black pants with a red stripe on the sides and a black leather jacket, on the back it said in red letters Born to be Bad, on his feet were black boots. His half brother had a skull face, his chin was slightly clefted, and in the middle of his black eyes were dark silver spikes.
"Lazy ass!" Arson yelled.
"I am not!" his half brother yelled. "I prefer doing my hunting after midnight, a lot more exciting."
His half brother hissed after the last word left his mouth, his mother had gone on a traveling trip a week earlier and had promised to be back within a month, the caretakers had gone with their father's and uncle's and aunt, leaving them with two women. One was asleep, she usually went to bed at eight and didn't get up until seven, Arson could hear the other in the kitchen, the scent of beef was almost unbearable, he hadn't had supper yet.
"And what's your story?" Arson said towards Slasha. "You gonna sit here on your ass stitching clothes or are you going to go out hunting?"
"Arson for real," Slasha sighed. "our father's are in China and will be there for awhile, we have plenty of time to hunt while they are gone."
His sister would always act like she was the logical one, putting everything on the table and taking awhile to do things. Her father had gotten on her several times for slacking up when he had sent her out hunting, one night after she hadn't returned he had gone to find her, she had been in the barn the whole time. After that incident her father had gone with her every time she was scheduled for a hunt, at times she was clumsy and would grab the attention of her victim and drive him off. She'd always target the men, she had been born with a barbed blade, very sharp and very poisonous! One time she had poked a rat with it, playing around, the rat had died a few seconds later.
"Regardless, our father's told us to have a list of our victim's," Arson said, remembering what his father had told him. "I've got two on my list and how many have you two got?"
His half siblings lowered their heads, before their father's had left they had made all of them promise to write down what they had done and the name of the human that they had preyed on. Arson had two on his list, even though his father had told him to only hunt men he had gone and preyed on two women, killing one and injuring another.
"Well, uh, we haven't really done anything but look so far." Slasha admitted.
"It's going to take us awhile to find a suitable victim," Slash sighed loudly, a hint of a hiss in his voice. "unlike you we prefer a good and healthy victim."
"The last two victims I did in were healthy." Arson said. "I need to change clothes, I'm drenched!"
Walking up the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt in the process, Arson walked into his younger half brother. Loui had dyed a few parts of his hair chestnut brown a few months back and it was just getting back to it's full auburn brown, his mother and father hadn't been very happy when they had walked into his bedroom, they had had to yank the towel away from his head just to see it. He was wearing a green and gold tunic with little gold balls hanging from the bottom, a black belt around his waist, and gold lame pants, on his feet were green belled shoes, he usually wore a green and gold belled hat.
"Hey Arson!" he exclaimed. "How long you been gone?"
"Few hours," Arson replied. "going up for a change of clothes."
"You and Four Way seem to be the only ones that are doing as they are suppose to," Loui sighed. "can't do much myself but maybe one day I can distract someone for you..."
Loui was more on the shy side, he did have a comical side like his father but at times his shy side got the better of him. He was only seven years old, the youngest, and with his bright blue eyes he was very smart. He and Slash were at times buddies, when Slash wasn't around he hung around Four Way Shot. When he was five he had fallen into an uncovered well and had gotten stuck inside, he had screamed for help for hours, when his older half brother, Four Way Shot, had found him he had almost lost his voice.
"You know how I prefer hunting on my own," Arson sighed. "maybe Four Way Shot will let you tag along with him."
"Hope so," Loui whispered. "I need someone on my list."
Walking up to his room, which hadn't changed much except for a few more posters of things on fire and a few more lava lamps, Arson turned on the light. A few weeks earlier he had had a black light put up in his room, there was only one poster in his room that lit up, the poster was of a dragon flying and breathing fire, very intense. Smiling when the poster lit up, he walked to his bathroom and started drawing himself a bath. He couldn't put his flamethrower in the water, if he did it wouldn't work properly, it'd need to be drained and dried before it could be used and that took several hours.
"Arson?" he heard an hour later. "Ye in thar?"
Letting his jaw drop, smiling widely, Arson walked forward and opened his door. He was still in a towel, having just gotten out of the bathtub a few minutes before his brother knocked on his door, lying on his bed was a pair of army pants, a light tan jacket and a white t-shirt, a pair of black boots with chains on the side was at the foot of his bed.
"Hey Four Way!" Arson exclaimed. "Where did you run off to so fast today?"
"No whar," his brother said quickly. "jus' went ridin' an' all."
"How many humans on your list?" Arson asked, stepping aside so his brother could walk in.
"Jus' three," his brother said, sighing loudly. "how many ye got on yer list?"
"Two," Arson said quickly.
Four Way Shot was twenty inches tall, he had four arms and a very handsome face. Everyone joked that he was his father all over again besides the personality differences. He was more of a dare devil, he preferred taking chances rather than playing it safe. One time he had taken his father's Winchester rifle and had shot it at some trees, when he had pulled the trigger the gun's stock and butt had pulled into his face, leaving a bump and scratch. He had been eleven years old then, he was now fourteen years old.
"We jus' started huntin' an' ye already gots two humans on yer list?" Four Way Shot exclaimed.
"I went double tonight," Arson replied, turning around a little. "two girlies."
"Gals?" his brother said, shocked. "Our pa's done told us to jus' hunt men."
"Tell me," Arson laughed. "when was the last time I fully obeyed my father?"
Four Way Shot rubbed his top left hand over his head, his hat fell off and he caught it with his top right hand. Arson and his father had an okay relationship, it wasn't the best as one was always bickering about the other. When his uncle had taken his son out for his first hunting lesson at age six he had done nothing but yell and complain, when they had returned home almost everyone had been asleep in bed, he and Loui had been the only ones up in the kitchen, trying to get a late night snack from the fridge.
"Nah," Four Way Shot sighed. "yer cool an' that's that."
"Thank you!" Arson exclaimed, pulling his white t-shirt over him. "Thank you for calling me cool bro."
"Uh!" his brother moaned. "Can ye put yer towel back on? Please!"
When Arson had pulled his shirt on the towel that was around his waist had fallen off. Four Way Shot turned around quickly, hiding his face in his hands. Arson shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his pants, slipping them on and forgetting about the pair of red and black checkered boxers. Grabbing the boots and sliding them on his feet, he turned his head around. His brother still had his back turned to him so he grabbed a firecracker and walked towards him. He had done this several times, the firecracker in his hand was really a fake but only he knew it. Smiling widely, he pulled the back of his brother's pants open and slipped the dummy bomb in. Hi brother ran out of the room yelling.
"I thought you had said you was going to watch your back whenever you're near me!" he laughed loudly.
Seeing her older half brother run down the stairs and into the kitchen with two of his four hands behind his back made Slasha laugh. Her relationship with him was stretched and she had a pang of fear built up when it came to her being around him and when no one else was around, but she felt that he was a good and responsible brother. One time when she had fallen off of Belle, a horse her father usually rode, he had been there to help her up. She wasn't all the good at riding a horse, she preferred to be on the ground, she didn't understand how her half brother was able to be around such an animal so much taller and stronger than himself, his father and he both acted like the animals were their whole life, spending just about as much time around them and taking just as long to take care of the other animals on the ranch.
"Incoming!" Slasha laughed loudly.
Pulling herself around, her long brown hair swinging from one shoulder to the other, the woman behind the counter saw her son race into the kitchen. Two of his hands were behind his back, one in his pants. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was twisted in horror. Hiding a laugh, she walked forward and wrapped her arms around him. When she picked him up a firecracker fell out of his hands.
"Arson again?" she asked, hiding a laugh.
"Whut do ye expect?" her four armed son replied. "should o' been watchin' mah back end."
Shoving his head into his mother's shoulder, Four Way Shot smelled freshly cooked Beef Jerky. His mother was wearing a red button up long sleeve shirt with tan stitching, black jeans and black cowgirl boots, normally she would be wearing a beige cowgirl hat, turning his head to the side he saw it hanging off the back of a chair. The scent of the Jerky was almost drool-worthy, he was fighting back the urge to drop his mouth and start drooling. His mother had darker eyes and hair than he, he had gotten his hair and eyes from his father. When he had been younger his hair had had a lot more yellow in it, nowadays it had less, it was just about as light brown as his father's.
"My," his mother exclaimed. "are you heavy!"
"I shur is!" Four Way Shot laughed.
"What have I been feeding you?" his mother joked.
"Yer good home cooked food mah." her son replied.
His mother was smiling brightly, when she placed him down on the floor she brushed a hand over his head. She had been living with his father and uncle's and aunt for fourteen years, he had found out one day after being kicked in the stomach by Belle that she was his mother when he was nine. He had just as great a relationship as he had with his father. Walking past his mother he went to the fridge for a snack.
"Don't fill up on snacks Four Way," his mother called. "dinner in ten."