Chapter 3 of When the Glass Shatters!
Disclaimer: All of the characters except for Burlesque, Bandit, and Bullet belong to Craig McCracken.
Boomer's POV:
The painting looked back at me with sardonic bliss. I glowered at how happy the couple was, how they sat in complete contentment on a cherry wood bench, watching the glistening reflection of the sun set on the water. The pastels blended together to create a soft and soothing paradise. The couple in the masterpiece possessed hair as stunning at sunlight and a comfort as apparent as a deep sleep. Their hands fit together like a lock and key.
I rise from my desk, casting a shadow across the desktop from the open curtains. I stare at the artwork before me, and a breathtaking hopelessness overflows my veins. I turn abruptly and rip the curtains closed, the blinding light dwindling until it is no more than a remnant remembrance of a vicarious happiness.
I slumped in front of the closed curtains, clutching the fabric in my grasp. My head is drooping as my entire body trembles. Salty rivers flood down my cheeks and fall to the light maple wood flooring, joining the previous water stains already imprinted on the wood.
I wait until the torrent ceases to lift my head. I take the back of my hand and sweep it across my cheeks. I stare longingly at the painting. I gently pick it up, cherishing it like a lost dream, which it was. I take it and the black frame I bought today and mount it above my desk. Multiple paintings adorn my royal blue walls, all featuring the same blue eyed blonde.
The sun was quickly setting, the last fragments of light fading between the crack of the curtain. I mutter expletives beneath my breath as I grab my Hurley blue and black plaid backpack and start shoving binders and pencils into it. School was tomorrow, finally the last year of hell.
I straighten, as I get a melancholy feeling wash over me. I see a dark, unforgiving blue hue seeping through the curtains. I walk over, skeptically, and peak between the curtains.
The blue aura is radiating from a huge stone manor down the street. Every day for the last week, since the neighbors moved in, an eerie and depressing aura has emitted from the home. We haven't met the neighbors, they moved in within a matter of hours, no one catching a glimpse of them. Brick is extremely disturbed, seeing as when he tried to read the minds of the neighbors, he got nothing. Like when one radio transceiver is held by a frantic general, and the other, by a corpse.
Suddenly, the sky is invaded with inimical and foreboding clouds, more threatening than the ones there previously. Lightning begins crashing around the street. I noticed more so around the stone manor. Rain started to patter on the window pain, and then became a torrential downpour within a matter of seconds.
Just as I was about to close the curtains, I see blurred silhouette facing my house through the distorted glass of the window in front of the manor. I rub my eyes and return a startled gaze to the window, but no one was there, just an ordinary bluebird taking to the air. I close the curtains faster than sound and walk unseeingly to my bed.
I have distorted nightmares of a blue-eyed blonde staring at me from beyond a window for the rest of the night.
Bandit's POV:
A clangor breaks through my heavenly dream of a goddess with purple eyes. I groan and pull my dark purple pillow around my ears, desperately, but in vein, to block out the screeching alarm. I finally reach over and slam the alarm, splintering the plastic exoskeleton.
I rise from my ebony cot and reach above my head in a useless attempt to rid the soreness in my shoulders. I trudge to my closet and find my "first day of senior year" outfit that is guaranteed to awe all the freshmen meat arriving this year. I pull on a pair of torn black baggy skinny jeans with a thin purple and white striped pullover. I know it is summer, but it has been rather icy lately, and that's saying something since I don't get cold. I walk into my bathroom and grab a tooth brush and comb. Multitasking, I scrub my teeth as well as comb my dark brunette hair so the front it spiking up.
I smirk in the reflection. I may not be as conceded as Butch, but I sure as hell think I'm sexy. I just don't outright admit it verbally.
I grab my pitch black backpack and Nikon camera. I bound down the stair into the kitchen where Brick, Boomer, and Bullet are already sitting in silence eating the pancakes Boomer made. Although we have a maid, we prefer doing things ourselves. No use getting lazy now. Speaking of lazy, of course Butch was still sleeping.
I take this time to analyze my brothers' outfits. Brick had on dark blue jeans with a red T-shirt with a slight V-neck. The shirt bore a Chinese dragon design. He had his black and red OBEY snapback slammed on his head backwards. His fire red hair was kept in a loose ponytail with his bangs peeking out under the hat. That was the last hat he stole before the Puffs disappeared. That was the day Blossom's shirt got singed right off from Brick's pyrokinesis. Boy, was Brick happy that day.
Boomer had on normal blue jeans with a white and blue paid button down over a white T-shirt. The T-shirt had an elemental water symbol plastered on the front. The shirt was old and had authentic paint splatter covering it from his many masterpieces.
Bullet had white baggy skinny jeans on, not a stain in sight. His black V-neck had music notes in silver fabric floating over the front of his shirt. His shoulder length silver hair was, of course, brushed to so called "perfection".
Hard clunking came from the stairwell as Butch walked down, sleep still in his eyes. His raven hair was chaotic and standing on end. His legs were adorned in ripped black baggy skinny jeans hanging low on his hips. Chains hung from either side of the pants. He had a forest green muscle shirt with a black and green plaid opened button down covering his arms. His dark green beanie concealed most of his frenzied hair.
I grabbed a bundle of grapes and headed for the door. The rest of my brothers followed suit, Butch grabbing a green apple on the way out the door. We all took off into the sky, a spectral of color trailing behind us.
As we landed on the student infested front grasses of the school, an abrupt tugging in my head made itself known. I hit the side of the head and the tugging lessened, but did not dissipate. I shrugged it off, but stayed uncertain.
We entered the gray and red brick building, heading to the same lockers he have had for the last three years. Of course all of us had lockers next to each other. I shoved my camera on the top shelf and take a look in the mirror to my right. I smirk, 'Perfect'.
Suddenly, the tugging in my head returns full force, physically knocking my head in the direction of the entrance. My tracking alarm shouldn't be going off; I hadn't been tracking anything, only one thing has been on autopilot for the last five years…
The hallway has gone utterly soundless; I could hear multiple heartbeats throughout the school. I slowly turn, eyes closed, hopeful but disbelieving towards the front entrance. I slowly unclench my eyes and stare at the five girls standing in the entry.
The girl in the middle had hair flaming like an inferno, wildly trailing all the way down to her hips. Combat boots were folded over to reveal a red and black plaid inside. Her pale toned dancer legs were showing beneath a pair of high waisted torn black shorts. A loose off the shoulder shirt that faded from black to red was tucked uncaringly in the shorts. Dozens of black leather bracelets adorned her right wrist. A clear white crystal lied at the base of her neck. Her nose was bejeweled with a large diamond stud on the left side. Serrated front bangs almost veiled her empty eyeliner-bordered deep pink eyes that raked across the student body.
On the redhead's right was a girl with hair as pitch black as death and with layers littering her shoulder length hair. Her own combat boots were knee height, lacing up the front. Black skinny jeans splattered with white were tucked into the boots. An emerald green loose long sleeve crop top adorned her torso. A black vine covered in thorns design wrapped itself around the top. Her tanned stomach contrasted immensely to the redhead's pale shoulders. A black metal bar was pierced through her eyebrow, having two sharp arrow-like projections on each end of the bar. A vicious snarl was plastered on the raventte's plump lips. Jagged bangs fell in front of one black liner outlined abhorrence-filled emerald green eye.
On the redhead's left was a blonde. Her hair was platinum, bordering white and had royal blue streaks throughout. Her hair was down, pin straight and falling to her rib cage. Long chin-length bangs framed either side of her face. Black four inch pumps allowed dark blue painted toe nails to peep out. Tanned legs stretched upward to be covered by a black mid-thigh length flowing skirt. A tight, long sleeved royal blue shoulder-less shirt hugged her curves. A silver lightning bolt necklace hung just about collarbone level. An expressionless lip-pierced mouth stayed sedentary. Cerulean eyes looked out across the hallway dispassionately.
On the raventte's right was a girl with lustrous silver hair parted in the middle. Her hair fell like a wavy waterfall to her waist. Dangerously high heeled black ankle boots were worn on her feet. Pale legs sprouted from the heeled boots. A tight glimmering silver bodycon dress glided over her curves to stop mid-thigh. The neckline plunged riskily low. A sterling silver music note necklace was tightened around her neck. Her Monroe piercing twitched up as the silverette's mouth lifted into a seductive smirk. Her piercing silver eyes were surrounded by smoky eye shadow.
My eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. The last girl, the one to the left of the blonde, had dark brunette hair in a high ponytail. Purple streaks shot through the hair. The shining ponytail fell to her elbows. Purple and black high top DC skate shoes were lazily untied. Ripped stonewashed skinny jeans shielded her long shapely legs. A tight purple V-neck rolled over her curves deliciously, and you could see just a hint of creamy cleavage at the neckline. She looked behind her, twisting her torso, giving me a chance to see black wings on the back of the shirt. She yawned, obviously bored, and a glint of metal on her tongue gleamed. When my eyes finally reached hers, after my analysis, I audibly gasped. Because there, staring back at me impassively and hollowly, surrounded by black liner, were two deep purple eyes.