Flying form Oregon to New York is very mundane; the most entertaining thing was listening to Bree and Caitlin gossip. When we finally land behind dad's very lavish mansion in New York, Marcus is waiting for us with a shotgun over his shoulder. Sans the shot gun he looks like he always does, the bad boy look with the leather jacket and combat boots to complete it.
Caitlin's the first to reach Marcus and she practically tackles him once she reaches him (she's always had a huge crush on him), Marcus just patiently pats her on the back. Once we exchange greetings I gain the courage to ask what I'm sure we've all been thinking.
"Have you seen any-" I couldn't finish the sentence, still in denial I guess.
"Its' been pretty quite here since its in the middle of no where, but one of the neighbors came begging for help yesterday. His wife bite him and he locked her in their bedroom, he wanted me to end it since he couldn't himself. So we went over there and- I buried them in their yard under an oak tree." Marcus finishes.
We all sit in silence, not knowing what to say when Douglas walks in and says, "We're ready when ever you are." He finished getting the plane ready.
Marcus stands up and grabs his backpack, violin case, guitar case, and gun. "You guys might want to take some of the guns from the safe, just incase." He then walks off toward the plane.
We all exchange glances and Douglas says, "What?"
We take Marcus's advise and raid dad's safe, I grabbed a hand gun and as many boxes of bullets I could before retreating to the plane. The plane is silent; we are all still processing Marcus's story. Marcus just listens to his iPod as we take off. Those are our last few hours' peace we have till we begin our journey home.
A/N Sorry for the length, but I wanted to post something since I'll be busy till Saturday.
I don't know where the Lab Rats live, but I assumed it was on the coast somewhere based on the pictures if their house, so I picked Oregon.
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