Onyxx: I swear to God, if anyone slaps my hand Monday when school starts back, I'll rip their fucking heads off.
Gerry: It looks bad.
Onyxx: It feels worse, trust me.
Gerry: That has to hurt like hell.
Onyxx: Indeed it does.
Chapter Four:
I knocked on my mother's door once again, holding Em's hand. When Brian opened it, his eyes widened in shock.
I smiled amiably. "Brian, meet the characters I played in movies. Here we have Terry Sheridan, Kable, the Phantom of the Opera, King Leonidas, Stoick the Vast, and Dracula. Clyde Shelton is hunting down Raoul de Chagny for us because he kidnapped Erik's children and intends to murder him. But right now these gents need someplace to stay until we can get them home."
Brian paled and stepped aside to let me and my army in. Terry Sheridan patted his shoulder. "I'm about as clueless as you," he said, before Leonidas prodded him along with his spear.
Kable raised an eyebrow. "I haven't seen this stuff since I was a kid," he said, jerking his thumb at the microwave.
"I haven't seen it," Stoick remarked. "Ever."
Lynn and Mum stared in shock for a few moments.
"What exactly is going on?" Lynn asked, frowning. "Are we going crazy?"
"Only if I am," I replied. I ran up the stairs, grabbed a pair of Brian's jeans, then tossed them down to my leather-clad friend. "Here, Leonidas, put these on. Can't have you making an influence on my son."
Brian cleared his throat. "Erik's not here, Gerry," he said.
I turned my gaze to my older brother. "He's not?" I asked, as nonchalant as possible. "Well then. Where is he?"
Brian bit his lower lip. "Some foppish blond guy came, said you had called him and told him to bring the kids wherever you were."
I tilted my head. "And you didn't call me to make sure?" I asked, gritting my teeth at my brother's stupidity. Didn't he have kids? Would he send them with some foppish blond guy?
He paused a moment, trying to think. "Oh, shit," he said, his eyes widening.
I walked calmly down the stairs and stood in front of my brother, then gave him the Archie Slap from RocknRolla. I think I did it better than him, though.
"You fucking idiot!" Harsh, I know. But these were my kids that he signed over to a psycho pansy. For all I knew, he would pull a Michael Jackson on my son.
Em paled, her hand lifting to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears. "He's got my children?" she whispered, horrified.
I walked over to her and put an arm around her. "We'll find them," I promised quietly. "Clyde is searching for him now. I swear to you, we will find him and bring Erik and Chris back."
I looked at Dracula, Leonidas, and Kable. "You three. I have a plan. And it involves you kicking Raoul's ass for taking my children."
Onyxx: Raoul seems to be in deep shit.
Dracula: Indeed he does.
Onyxx: Hey! How did you get in here?
Dracula: (blink) Well, darling, I walked toward the door and turned the knob. Then, the door opened . . . like magic.
Onyxx: Only I have a right to be that sarcastic.
Dracula: I've had more practice at it than you, dear.
Onyxx: Anyways, Dracula plays a major part in Raoul's ass-kicking scene.
Dracula: Major? Pshuh! I'm doing all the ass-kicking!
