A New Story
Disclaimer: I forgot to put the disclaimer in the last chapter but…I don't own Power of Five or the any of its characters, except for their children.
So here is the second chapter. Thank you readersally and TheSixthGatekeeper for reviewing the previous chapter. I am sorry that the last chapter was senseless and exaggerated. I am trying hard, really I am. I'm sorry if the story doesn't turn out to be good but I really hope you enjoy it.
Matt Freeman looked out of the window at the garden.
There was nothing special there; he was just remembering old times, painful old times. There was pain but there was happiness too. He looked down at the photograph that he was holding. The stupid tears flowed down though he did not want them to. From the photograph a messy fair haired handsome man with kind intelligent eyes was smiling at him. In the bottom part of the photo somebody had written 'Go and kick some Chaos' crap! Hail Team Matt!'
Matt ran a finger down Richard Cole's smiling face. Though the photo was quite still Matt was sure that his dead guardian was looking at him, his smile seemed too real. The photo was taken thirty years ago, before the time when they had jumped ten years in future. He remembered the time when Richard had written it. It had been just after they had met in Oblivion when Richard had given him encouraging speeches and told him that he could beat Chaos. Matt did beat Chaos but he paid a heavy price.
Richard Cole had died twenty years ago but Matt's pain did not cease even after such a long time. Scarlett was a loving wife and his children were just great but there was something empty inside him, a space that nobody could fill.
As Matt wiped his tears he felt a hand on his shoulders. He jumped at the touch but then sighed when he saw that it was only Pedro.
"What's wrong, Matteo?" Pedro asked. "Nothing," Matt said and then hugged him.
Pedro took him in a tight embrace and then said, "It is very sad Matteo but you will have to move forward. Right now, your children need you."
"You are right," Matt said. He released himself from the hug and pocketed the photograph.
"Anyway," he said after a while, "Where is Ricardo?"
"Why did you have to bring him up?!" Pedro groaned. "Why? He was such a lovely child when I saw him last."
"It has been years since then. Now he wants to become a poet?"
"So that is good, right?"
"Yes," Pedro said sarcastically, "That is very good. You just wait."
At that moment a thirteen year old boy ran into the room. He was olive skinned with soft brown innocent eyes, short hair and a very skinny appearance. "Hello Ricardo," Matt said, "Pedro, you are starving him!"
"This boy is a camel. He eats at least a ton per day and stores away the food in his head so that everyone thinks that I am starving him."
"Hello Uncle Matteo," Ricardo said, "Do you use every day some deo?"
"Deo?" Matt asked.
"Deodorant," Pedro explained.
"Why is he asking whether I use deodorant?"
"You just said that he will do well as a poet. Well, this was a poem."
"WHAT?!" Matt exclaimed, his jaw dropped. He looked from Pedro to his son Ricardo.
"How was it?" Ricardo asked, "Do you like being a git?"
"Git?" Matt turned to Pedro.
"He's a talented poet! He used 'git' for rhyming. Try to understand Matteo," Pedro replied and stifled a laugh at Matt's expression.
Ricardo looked at Matt eagerly. Matt opened his mouth then closed then opened it again. But words refused to come out.
"N-Nice kid," he managed at last. Pedro was grinning at Matt's misfortune. Matt scowled at him and then turned to Ricardo with a beaming smile.
"But, you know Ricardo? You should write these down and on your dad's birthday you should recite them to him. I think that would be the best gift he could ask for."
Pedro's grin was wiped off his face. The full horror of his situation dawned on him.
"Rilly?" Ricardo said, "You sure he won't call me silly?"
"Rilly?" Matt turned to Pedro.
"Really," Pedro replied.
"Oh," Matt said then turned to Ricardo again. "Really. He would be overjoyed. I mean the beauty of the words you use…it's amazing! I mean 'How was it? Do you like being a git?' It is superb Ricky! One day you'll bring glory to your father's name!"
"Wow!" Ricardo said, "You are so nice! I love eating rice!" He hugged the man and then ran out, muttering different 'poems' under his breath.
"Matthew Freeman, one day I will kill you," Pedro said.
"Pedro, one day you will not kill me."
Scarlett stormed in at that moment and grabbed Pedro's collar.
"Scarly let him go! He's not your husband!" Matt said. Immediately he was regretting it.
"What do you mean Matt? I grab you by your collar?!" Scarlett said and glared at him. Matt gulped. "I am not saying anything Scarly. You are saying that you grab my collar. And treating your husband in this way…"
"Mr Husband," Scarlett said and cracked her knuckles, "I treat you in a most respectful way, more than you deserve. I do so much for you! You better not comment!" She clenched her fist at him. Matt's eyes widened and he backed away. He came back and grabbed her hand. Then he placed her hand around Pedro's shirt collar and backed away again.
"Continue," he said and weakly smiled at her.
Scarlett turned to Pedro. "Your son," she said angrily, "Is soon going to be killed by me."
"Did he recite some of his poems?" Pedro asked fearfully, his eyes crossing over to look at her hand on his collar.
Scarlett released him with an exasperated sigh. "Well he has been doing that ever since he got here, especially because everything that he says is a poem. But now Scott and Jamie are coming with their children. And your Ricardo is preparing 'welcome poems' for them. That is not the only thing. He is also preparing questions to test the IQ level of their children! And above everything he's making me listen to them!"
Angry tears had appeared in Scarlett's eyes.
"I understand your pain Scarly," Matt said, "But Ricardo is a child. And he evidently loves his Aunty Scarlett. Please bear with him for his childish feelings."
Scarlett frowned at him. Before she could say anything Ricardo entered again.
"Aunty Scarlett come with me!" he said, "We're busy here, can't you see?"
Matt clapped once but then stopped as he got a death glare from his wife.
Ricardo grabbed Scarlett's hand and dragged her away.
"Good riddance!" Matt said, "That woman is making me mad."
"Matt, try to understand! Surviving Ricardo's poems are as hard as battling Voldemort! Whatever Scarlett did was because of the mental stress that the boy has put her into."
"Actually Pedro, it's impossible for a man to understand women. It's very difficult to understand what they want, what they feel, what their mood is! Why can't they be frank like us?"
"That's because women have to carry more burden and responsibility, Matteo. They don't want anything, they just want to be loved and appreciated. Once you love them and care for them, and know how to show affection, you don't need them to tell you anything! You will be able to see everything right in their eyes," Pedro replied.
Matt nodded. "You are right," he said at last, "I think I should act like a friend around Scarlett, not some annoying husband."
"Exactly," Pedro said.
After a while he asked, "When are the twins coming?"
"Tomorrow," Matt replied, "I really want to see them. It's been so long…"
"Yeah…it's been years now. What do you think their children are like?"
Matt looked at the door through which Ricardo had left. He turned to Pedro and replied, "Interesting specimen."
Pedro laughed and the two friends walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
I know…not the best. This is my first chapter story and I just don't know what to do. I hope you like my OCs. I know they are all very weird and stupid but I always thought that the children of Gatekeepers would be a little silly and weird. Please read and review and tell me if any part is unclear in some way. Same goes for the previous chapter apart from the part of the twins. Even I don't know who is whose twin. So, thank you for reading and again, please review.