Disclaimer: Pretty sure that for Jo, studying American Gov. was an elective, not a requirement for graduation… but that could just be me…
Thank Yous: Rocks-my-socks, ams71080, && wendy 90210
Author's Notes: Sorry this is so short && way too long in coming. The next chapter will be up soon, hopefully with a bit more of a plot… if only we could remember where it was going…
Chapter Two: El Chico y El Extraño
Two four year old boys, one with light, almost white, smooth blonde hair and the other with raven black unruly hair, lay on their backs, staring up at the stairs above their heads. The door to the little cupboard they shared was bolted shut and no matter how many times, either separate or together, they threw themselves at the door, it would not budge. Their uncle could be heard bellowing from the next room. This time they had gone overboard and they could feel it, and not just in the quaking of the stairs as their chubby cousin crashed down the stairs crying, "Mummy! They're MELTED."
Vernon finally snapped, his bellowing enough to penetrate their solid oak prison cell. "That's it! I've had it with those two! They're leaving. NOW!"
Petunia's high pitched whimper was somewhat harder to hear, but somehow the two young boys managed, "They can't leave. What if those people find out?"
Vernon, even though neither of them could see it, had to have been purple in the face and nearly tugging his mustache out. When he yelled as loudly and fervently as he was now, the actions simply followed as if it were a law of physics. "I don't care. I want them O-U-T OUT!
The little boy with the black hair shivered, barely whispering, "Where do ya think we're gonna go, Boy?"
The blonde shook his head in the dark, realizing that the other couldn't see his movement he added, "I don't know, Freak, but we'll find somewhere."
He reached for the other's hand and gave it a tight squeeze, however the boy with the black hair and brilliant green eyes didn't believe the other."What if-"
He, however, was never able to finish his sentence because quite suddenly afterwards the large lock on the little door was thrown back, the pad lock tossed violently to the floor and the small space flooded with light. They surged forward in an attempt to bowl their vicious uncle over. If they could only get around him they could run. As logical as it seemed, the large man took up most of the light when he stepped into the doorway and blocked any and all attempts of escape.
Vernon reached in, face as purple as the boys had imagined, and grabbed each child by the tuff of hair at the nape of his neck. "You two are going to Mrs. Figg's house for the weekend until I can find a suitable punishment for you. If I so much as see a single hair of you while you're gone, it'll be the belt for the both of you. Understood?"
Neither boy could shake his head in response and was therefore forced to voice, however shakily, "Yes, Sir," as their cousin watched all the while, his sour pout turning into a smug smile at the others' obvious discomfort.
-El fin del capítulo dos-