Chapter Three: Denial
"What?" Mac asked. "You heard me," Bloo said, his eyes closed and a frown on his face. "I think Frankie and Wilt are entitled for the discussion too," Bloo added. "We are?" Frankie and Wilt asked at the same time. Bloo nodded. "Yup. So tell us Mac," he said as he jumped on the couch in-between Wilt and Frankie, "what was all the blood in the bathroom from?" Mac thought for a second. Has he caught on? Will he believe a lie? Of course he will. He's Bloo. But should I tell them the truth? "Blood capsules," Mac answered.
Bloo stood and pointed a finger at Wilt and Frankie. "Ha! I told you! Suckers!" He ran over to Mac and attacked him. "I knew it was prank," he laughed, Mac on the ground beneath him. "Uh...yup, that's what it was," Mac played along, his voice uncertain. Frankie crossed her arms and frowned at them. "All right Bloo, I guess we over-reacted," Frankie told him with insincerity. She took the keys from the counter and signaled to Wilt. "C'mon Wilt. Bloo, you can walk home." They left, Wilt looking back on the two before stepping out the door and closing it behind him.
Terrance trudged through the door. Mac shoved Bloo down the basement stairs and tumbled after him. "I can't believe you Terrance," he heard his mom say. "I thought you were going to stop fighting? Did you lie to me?" Terrance whined back, but Mac couldn't hear his words. As they argued upstairs, Mac forced Bloo out the basement window.
"But Mac," Bloo whined, putting on his pouty face, "I can't stay for even a little while?" Mac looked back at the door as he heard his mom yell for him. "No!" he whispered hoarsely at Bloo. "Hey, what happened to your shirt?" Bloo asked. "Cool-aid," Mac said without looking. Bloo nodded, and before he could say another word, Mac shoved him out the window completely and the basement door opened. "Mac?" his mother asked. "Yeah Mom?" he replied. "Do you think you can get yourself dinner tonight? And make sure your brother doesn't go anywhere? He's grounded, and I have a major migraine. If you need me for anything I'll be in my room," she told him. "Ok Mom," Mac said, blocking her view of the window, in case Bloo hadn't completely left.
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"Coco coco!" Coco exclaimed. "I know!" Bloo answered. "They so totally overreacted though. I was right, as always." Coco frowned. "Coco coco cococococo," she retorted. "Hey," Bloo shot back, "at least I know what I am! You...nobody knows what you were modeled after. You're like, a palm tree, bird, volcano...thing." Coco turned away from. "Cocococococococo!" she replied angrily and stormed off. Bloo, unable to reply, went the other direction, and bumped into Mr. Harriman. "Master Blooregard," he said, straightening his eyepiece. "I'd expect you to next time pay more attention to where you are going." Bloo crossed his arms. "for your information, Harriman," Bloo started, "I was paying attention to where I was going. You just got in my way." Mr. Harriman cocked an eyebrow. "And where was that?" he inquired. "To see Frankie," Bloo answered proudly. "Good luck," Mr. Harriman chuckled, "Miss Francis is having an emotion breakdown." Bloo watched the rabbit scornfully as he hopped down the hall.
"Stupid rabbit, hell-bent on his stupid rules," he murmured, continuing to make his way to Frankie's room.
He knocked on her door. "Frankie," he called, "I've come to gloat about being right today." There was no answer. Bloo placed his ear against the door. "Mac," he heard Frankie say. "Frankie," he replied, "I can't believe you would intrude into my life. It was just a prank, let it go." Speakerphone, Bloo thought, that's new. Hey, I wonder if she'll let me use it! "Mac, I'm just worried about you. I know what you're going through. High school isn't easy, and I know people wouldn't understand about still hanging out with imaginary friends but just please promise me, please, that you wouldn't ever..." "Frankie!" Mac intercepted. "Do you think I'm that stupid? Where's Bloo? Is he back yet?" Frankie was silent for seconds. "I don't know," she answered thoughtfully. "I haven't checked yet." Bloo didn't bother to knock.
"I'm here!" he cried, flinging open the door. Frankie's hair was down for once, and it draped down past her shoulders. "Someone needs a hair-cut," Bloo said, looking at Frankie's hair. She gave him the middle finger. "Shut it Bloo. I'm not in the mood. Mac, are you sure?" There was silence. "MAC!" she screamed. But there was still no answer. She began to panic. She tied her hair back up. "Something's wrong with Mac Bloo, we have to go..." Frankie stopped herself. "Who am I kidding," she whispered. "I'm turning into you," she accused, pointing a finger at Bloo.
Bloo laughed. "Me? Sorry, but you were always a worry wart." Frankie pulled her hair back down. "Yeah, but about the mansion, not Mac," she said.
"Mac," she said again. "Yeah," Mac answered. "Would you please tell me if you did?" Frankie pleaded. Mac sighed. "I guess so," he answered, more to make her happy than anything,
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Mac said to goodbye to Frankie and hung up the phone. "Hey, twerp," Terrance shouted from the stairs, his voice slurred. "Come make me dinner." Macc stared up at him. "Do it yourself. I don't care id you're too drunk, I'm tired of doing anything for you," Mac replied angrily.
"What did you just tell me to do?" Terrance asked, coming down the stairs. The bravery in Mac's voice was gone. "To make your own fucking dinner," he repeated, without confidence. Terrance chuckled a little, and then his smile faded. He picked Mac up singled handedly, holding him by his. Mac couldn't breath. "Don't you ever disobey me Mac. You have to respect authority." Mac cringed in his grip. He felt his face turn purple. Terrance let him go, and he fell to the floor. Mac wheezed from having his air supply cut off for so long. "I guess we're not family," Mac retorted, grabbing his won neck.
Terrance turned, and looked his brother over again. "Consequences will be a lot worse next time." Mac stood. "What's the worst you can do Terrance? Beat me up? Threaten me? Become like Dad?"
"You ungrateful little bastard," Terrance snarled, again holding Mac by the neck. "I raised you while mom was at work, and all you do is bitch at me." His breath smelt strongly of alcohol. Mac watched Terrence reach behind him and pull something out of his back pocket. A switchblade. "You run your mouth off like that, you have to learn to pay the price." He pressed the button and blade glimmered in the light. Mac reached onto the table and picked up the first solid thing he could reach. A vase.
Mac pulled the vase up as his brother pushed the blade into his stomach. He hit Terrance on the head with the vase and tumbled to the floor. Terrance was on the ground beside him, hopefully for Mac, dead.
Author's Note: Ok, let's recap, for your sake and mine. Bloo believes Mac just pulled off a prank; Frankie confronts Mac about what she thought he did (she was right, not to confuse you), Terrance tries to hurt or kill Mac, and Mac ends up hitting in the head with a vase. Woo! Violence! As Timmy would say, YAY VIOLENCE!
