Chapter 4 Matt Page

Matt Page sighed to himself angrily. One minute he had been blissfully wagging school and the next he was at his cousins house with his parents and his other cousins. Raven was talking to his mother and father privately about something and Matt stood awkwardly by the front door. Finally Raven and his parents came inside, in his cousins small arms were two boxes, he wasn't sure how she managed to carry both of them but she did somehow.

"Well have fun boy" His father growled at him walking to the door. "And good luck"

"Hey wait a minute!" Raven called out to him "You know the rules Page so explain it and fast I'm losing patience. I wanna get to the fun part"

Page rolled his eyes at his neice but not wanting to get on her psycho side he turned to his youngest child. "You are staying here with your cousins so they can sort your attitude out, if your good I'll see you in about six months"

"What!" Matt yelled "You can't do that you asshole!"

Raven punched him in the stomach, Matt hunched over in pain as her aunt Kim gasped in shock.

"You do not speak to your father like that" Raven said calmly pulling the young boy up "Now say your sorry"

"No!" Matt choked out.

Raven punched him again "I can do this all day Mathew"

"I'm sorry" Matt wheezed at his father praying that the pain was over, just to proove it wasn't Raven smacked him again.

"I don't like repeating myself Mathew, I'd keep that mind"

Raven let him go and he slumped to the floor gasping for well needed air. Raven just turned back to her aunt and uncle. "See you when his attitude is gone"

"Are you sure he will be alright?" Kim asked looking at her little boy. Page grabbed her wrist and pulled her gently towards the door "He'll be fine Kimmy now let Raven do her job"

After his parents had left and the oxygen had returned to his lungs, Matt found himself looking at his cousins and a very freaky looking man.

"Alright let me explain the rules and such" Raven started "I am Sarge and you will refer to me as such. You will ask for permission to do everything and I mean everything. The only things you don't need permission for are breathing and blinking, everything else you will say permission to blah blah Sarge and I will grant it if I desire. Is that clear?"

Matt could only nod his head, Raven seemed to find this acceptable for now as she went on with her crazy rant.

"This is Major" Raven pointed at Storm, "Iziah will be referred to as Lutenant and Harm will be Coporal. And this is her husband Vampiro, you can call him Vampiro" Raven looked at him. She hated this part but it was only fair after all knowing his attitude he would need all the help he could get. "You will ask their permission to do such and such if I am unavailable. Now above your bed you will find a list of chores, a list of rules and a routine. You will follow these to the letter or else the consequences will be very severe. I suggest you learn them very fast Mathew because they will be taken down in two days. Any questions or comments?"

"Yeah my name is Matt not Mathew" He growled at his cousin, He was no longer afraid of her mainly because he was bigger than she was, he could easily take her down in a fight if need be,

Iziah smacked him across the face angrily "You will show respect for her or I will kill you right now and I have a thousand and one places to hide the body" She lent in close so he could see the insanity in her eyes "Especially if I chop it up first"

"Iz, chill" Raven pulled her back turning to Matt she too smacked him across the face "Everything in this house is earnt, you want your name to be Matt? Earn it. You want a proper bed? A good meal? Freedom to do what you want? Freedom of speech? You earn it Mathew. Now take this box up to your room, third on the right. I want these clothes put away nicely and your books on the shelf. You have seven minutes to do so."

"Permission to move Sarge" He asked mocking her

"Permission granted" Raven shoved him so hard he fell "And now you have four minutes"

Matt picked himself up and hurled up the stairs, now he believed she meant business. Within a few minutes he had come to the same conclusion that everyone else had. Raven was not only psychotic, she was nuttier than a squirrel's breakfast.