The Supernaturalists Chapter 4: Memoirs of an ex-Sweetheart

The garage was no mechanics dream as Jean-Pierre's pad was, but Mona made her home evident that she was once a sweet heart. The garage walls were lined with car parts, of them. It wasn't exactly a mechanic's fantasy but it was enough to fix a car if not do a decent mod.

The Pig Moblie was parked about 20 feet away from the entrance of the garage, in the space between, there was some oil, petroleum, paint cans and four of their newest findings, four non-functional Myishi X-42 motor bikes. Cosmo couldn't help stare with admiration as he always did whenever he saw the black and green painted bikes.

"You mind pressing that button on the wall for me Cosmo?" Mona asked pointing to a green button near her work bench

"Sure" Cosmo replied hitting the green button.

Suddenly the parts wall flipped around to reveal a host of illegal parts. A pair of mechanical arms descending from the ceiling inserting themselves into all manner of holes and ports on the motorcycles, instantly the devices came to life, their holographic screens floating just inches above the motorcycles windshields.

"When do we actually get to use these?" Cosmo asked running his hand along the motorcycle's frame.

"When we can test them for safety purposes" Mona remarked nonchalantly "their only prototypes, supposed to have a max speed of 310 mph, that's not a speed you can gamble with."

Mona got on her mechanics scooter and slid under the pig mobile, quickly she began disassembling and putting things together in ways that Cosmo couldn't see. Cosmo watched as Mona vigorously attempted to do any mod she could to the pig mobile. That was when Cosmo realized she wasn't adding any new parts, she was simply un-attaching things. He had something he wanted to say but he wasn't sure he could say it, and what about her feelings? Before Cosmo had anymore time to think about it, his body was reacting almost as if on it's own.

Cosmo grabbed the scooter and pulled Mona out from out under scooter.

"Cosmo what are you…"

"You're not down here to fix the car Mona" Cosmo said almost seriously

"Cosmo what do you mea…"

"Well I mea…"

"What?"

"Uh…"

"Say it!"

"You're down here because you're upset"

An air of deadly silence filled the room, Cosmo wasn't sure if he should have even spoken. Mona sat upright on her scooter and looked at him. "How'd you know?"

"You always come down to the garage when you're upset" Cosmo shrugged "you didn't think I'd notice? Plus..." Cosmo said pointing to the parts they had brought earlier "you didn't even open those."

Mona sighed and lay back down on the board. "It's true, I guess I'm still a Sweetheart on the inside, I live for mechanics, it calms me." Cosmo tried to sympathize but it was hard, in the end all Cosmo had ever really known was his life at Clarissa Frayne, the most he could sympathize with was a lab rat.

"It's Stefan isn't it?" Cosmo asked, "you're upset because we don't have his body anymore."

"Well duh of course mi lindo, Stefan was the best thing that I ever had going for me for a long time, he set me free from a life I had given myself."

"But that's no reason to get upset with Ditto."

"Don't you think I know that Cosmo?" Mona asked "maybe there was another reason."

Cosmo stared hard into nothingness, failing to understand what she was getting at.

"What do you mean Mona?" Cosmo asked

Mona sighed, suddenly her eyes were heavy, Cosmo didn't need a sixth sense to tell that whatever was coming next would have some sort of effect on him.

"Cosmo how much did Stefan tell you about the past? What the supernaturalist were before you came along?"

Cosmo opened his mouth to speak but then stopped. Come to think of it, Stefan hadn't mentioned much about what the Supernaturalist used to be like, Cosmo took it upon himself to think that it was because he always looked forward, never back, but what if there was another reason? What if he had been ashamed of it?

"Abracadabra Street is the place where miracles come true Cosmo, it's where we found this house for next to nothing, where we'd hide from the lawyers, even the place where your little miracle surgery was performed; but Abracadabra Street was so much more than that for Stefan and I. It was the place where we made our miracle together."

"I don't think I'll ever understand what made him talk to me that day, but everyday I thank god for it. I used to walk past this little house on Abracadabra Street everyday after I joined the Sweethearts. It wasn't long before they decided to start putting the new houses up, and it was even shorter until people started moving in. That was when they moved in; Stefan and Ditto that is. I remember being so drawn to him despite the age difference between us. I think on the inside, Stefan wanted to continue being a normal kid for a little while longer, it's what his mom would have wanted. I would always come to Abracadabra Street to get illegal car parts, there was a vendor not to far from here that would sell them, but he's got an auto-mechanic's dream pad now."

Cosmo had a realization, "you mean Jean-Pierre?"

Mona nodded, "he lived on Abracadabra Street for a while until he relocated to be closer to the gangs. Stefan would always see me carrying all manner of Jean-Pierre's parts, usually he would just say hello to me as he worked on things outside of the house, but soon it became something more. It went from awkward glances, to romantic conversation and eventually he began to inquire about the boxes. On rainy days Stefan would give me shelter, least the raindrops pierce my skull. He and Ditto would feed me, give me warm things to drink, tea, coffee, hot chocolate. Things were more organized back then, they had every thing stocked up like they were expecting the world to end. I found such joy in being around him. He always showed me his good side, never the side that knew of parasites, nor the one who had lost his mother at his own hands, just Stefan Bashkir, a kind Russian boy who'd go out of his way for me."

"In the meantime I began to work my way through the ranks of the sweethearts, after I had tricked out just about every one of their vehicles, they finally considered me good enough to race. I was overjoyed; Miguel had given me an opportunity to prove myself. The first thing I did of course was to welcome Stefan. He was reluctant at first, he couldn't understand why I would agree to such a dangerous thing, it seemed stupid to him. But I think that the look of joy and excitement I had on my face, spurred him to some along. That night wasn't what I expected it was going to be though. Even though it had months of practice before the race the thing I feared the most was the gate. I never really had trouble getting out before it let up, but I had a feeling that when it al came down t it, I was going to screw up; I was right. That night I crashed straight into the gate before I had a chance to even race. Miguel's shit on wheels exploded upon impact. My legs were horribly burned in the fire that ensued, someone heard the crash and telephoned, the lawyers were on their way and my 'loyal team' scrambled. Stefan came to save me though, he out ran the lawyers on his bike and got me to the house just in time, a few minutes longer and the nerves would have been to damaged to repair. I blacked out when we entered the house. When I woke up, Ditto told me he had to perform a full reconstructive surgery on my legs, I had new muscles, a new kneecap and new skin. He told me I'd have to learn how to walk all over again which was easier said than done. Stefan was there for me the whole way. He would hold my hand and walk me through the living room as I took baby steps for the second time in my life. Sometimes I would fall into his arms on purpose and blame my legs, just so he'd hold me, in hopes that he'd love me; he got the message. Stefan worked with me until I was able to walk through the streets again and even run. He'd take me shopping, and buy me whatever I liked, shoes, dresses, sunglasses, and anything I actually needed. At times Ditto would argue with him about the importance of our funds, and how they should go to more productive things, but Stefan always pleaded in my cause, he said I was worth it."

"One night Miguel called my cell phone and threatened me with death for leaving the gang, instead of giving him a rebuttal like I always did I just ran to Stefan's room and cried, he held me in his arms, that was the one and only time he kissed me, for me, it was his sign to hat he cared for and would always protect me. Four months went by and I lived life without consequence, the Sweethearts didn't know where I was living at and they had no leads; that was until they asked Jean-Pierre if he knew anything about where I might be. He accidentally he led them straight to me."

"Two nights later the Sweethearts came for me, they blew the door down with a bomb, and came with dogs in case they got into a brawl. Stefan hid me in his room and confronted the Sweethearts. They were bigger and they were stronger than him, but with a rod in his hand, Stefan was nigh undefeatable. It was only after Miguel knocked Stefan out that I came to his aid. I fought Miguel myself, with nothing but my bare fist. Stefan awoke halfway through our brawl and saw me drowning in a pool of my own blood, losing albeit, but I was still standing and ready to fight. Stefan snapped though. I think the thought of seeing me in so much pain put uncontrollable rage into him. He tried at Miguel again but to no avail. Seeing that he couldn't beat Miguel, Stefan offered them the Myishi Z-12 prototype. Miguel's greedy ass took the car without a second thought and I was free to go. I thought everything was going to be fine from then on, but that was when Stefan cut the string on our relationship. He never gave me his reason himself, but Ditto told me it was because if anything happened to me at Stefan's hands like what happened with his mother, Stefan would probably break. I tried many times to get Stefan back but he seemed to have isolated his feelings, not just for me but for everyone. He let me stay around though because I had no where else to go, and soon it seemed like only I remembered what we had. That was about the same time you showed up..."

Mona leaned on Cosmo, "and my life has never been better since."

Cosmo was at a loss for words, he tried hard to understand what Mona had just explained to him and what he meant to her really.

Rather than try to come up with words, Cosmo sat there in silence. He had always suspected that he wasn't Mona's first love but to have picked up on Stefan's girl now seemed strange, almost wrong.

Cosmo was still quite sure he loved her though, he had too many memories that he had shared with the dark haired Spanish girl. However it did beg the question of whether or not their relationship with one another as Cosmo had come to realize that Mona herself was the embodiment of all Stefan's work, hopes and dreams. Was he, in the process of loving Mona, destroying the little that was left of Stefan?

As another thought began to come into his mind Cosmo felt the sensation of wet lips on his own and then someone's tongue had entered his mouth and he engaged himself in a passionate kiss with Mona. A good ten second passed and then Mona pulled away from his mouth a string of saliva on her lip, leaving Cosmo desperate for more.

"You are my everything, Cosmo" she said hugging his arm with the whole of her body, "and no matter what you think, I love you and not Stefan." Cosmo was silenced, hesitant to say anything, then choosing his words carefully he said "and you Mona are the only one for me." The two left it at that and spent the next few minutes in one another's embrace.