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A/N: In this chapter I hope to describe the characters just a bit more and to add the mother and father. So… hope you enjoy! Don't forget to mention your favorite character to me in the comments.


Christopher sped down the road toward our small house in the forest. I lived with my brothers, Alan and Chris, my sister, Bette, and my mother and father, Marie and Lee.

Chris and Alan had our mother's dark hair, almost black, whereas Bette and I resembled our father more than the others with our long auburn hair. All of us though, took our mother's dark eyes. They were wide and expressive, as if to make us all easy to read.

The dark trees blurred by my window. Alan and I were told to keep watch as Chris drove us home. Silent tears continued to make their way down my face. And every time I closed my eyes, if only to blink, I pictured the evil monster taking her away. Taking my other half away.

"We're here." Chris stated as we all climbed out of the car, solemn epressions upon our faces. Upon entering the house I smelled dinner, pasta and garlic bread. My favorite.

"Honey," My mom smiled at us as we came into sight. Her smile faltered when she noticed Bette wasn't there. "Where's Bette?" She asked.

"He took her. Got her. Right out the roof of the car. I-I don't know what it was exactly..." Chris trailed off and looked at me and Alan, needing a better explanation.

"Jeepers Creepers." Alan replied, looking down at his hands. "A monster that after 23 years for only 23 day he can eat. He scares you to smell what he likes most about you and then kills you, so he can eat his favorite part. He can't be killed. He's eaten too many hearts and organs and brains to be destroyed. I-I don't know how we can get her back. But we have to."

We gaped at him. How could he know so much and so little about this devil monster?

"You- you have to be kidding me." Marie stuttered out, disbelieving.

"Nobody is kidding you. We wouldn't kidd about a monster coming out of the sky, landing on the roof of the car, pushing its hand through, grabbing her head, and yanking her out! Now would we?" I shouted. We don't have time to waste to try and convince her! Bette could very well be dead by now! Her mouth formed a perfect "o" as it finally sunk in.

"We have to find a way to kill it or distract it, somehow! Alan, do you know what day it is? Of his I mean...?" Chris suddenly decided to participate in the conversation.

"It's his 22nd day. Well," Our father, Lee, came from the hallway looking at his watch, "His 23rd day now."

"Great. Only one day to create, locate, rescue Bette, and kill that blasted monster." I muttered as we trooped down to my father's workshop in our basement.

It was larger than I remembered. There were tools upon tools on the surrounding walls, there was a single light, directly beside his workbench and grease covered rags were everywhere.

"Oof!" Chris slipped on a greasy rag, landing on the concrete floor with a thud. Alan snickered and helped him up.

...

After two hours of mending, melting, molding, shaping, sharpening, and testing, we were ready. We were ready to kick that monster's ass and get my sister back.


A/N: That one wasn't that scary but it was needed for the background information. Remember to tell me who your fav is! I would love to know! Thanks

-Katie