okay. please please please forgive me! D:
im so very sorry that i havnt updated in like... -goes and checks- OMG! its been almost a year and a half!
-headdesk- thats absolutely repulsive! D: and i am so very sorry!
but im here now, and thats all that matters... right?
Good! :D
Chapter Rating: Mature, for language. thats all.
Chapter Song: "Prey"
Artist: 10 Years
chapter 12!:

One at a time
One in the same
One is the time
That remains
Snip back the weak before they give away
I'm twisted in knots from hard work and strain

General POV:

Brycedon and Brandon were driving from Forks down to the Seattle airport. By some odd fluke in the system they were able to take custody of Danielle! Of course they took it! They wouldn't dream of turning down the chance to be reunited with their little sister. They just hoped that the system hadn't messed with her mind too badly, and that who ever fostered her, if she was fostered that is, took good care of her. We've all seen the old movie "Four Brothers". The people in the foster care system are always fucked up in odd ways.

Brandon sat in the passenger seat of the truck. They were about fifteen minutes from the airport where they would be reunited with Dani. His nails were bit and torn to the cuticle he was so nervous.

Brycedon, driving the truck, almost had several accidents, he was so distracted. The swerving motions only woke him from his trance long enough for him to pull the truck back into its right lane position and he would phase out again.

They were both excited, no doubt. It just almost seemed too good to be true. Where was this kindness on them when they all needed eachother? Where was this kindness when Children Services pried the Pratt family apart, starting with the smallest and most fragile of the three? Where was this kindness when they threw Dani into an array of families, no doubt good and bad, when she needed her own loving brothers the most? But the kindness was here now; And no way in hell were they going to pass it up.

They pulled into the airport lot and parked as close to the building as possible. They paid for the parking sticker and walked into the fairly large airport. Brandon was looking for the classic "Man in the drivers hat with a cardboard sign reading "Pratt"" while Brycedon was looking for that ever familiar face. The cherubic face of his beautiful baby sister.

And not too far into the building Brycedon spotted her curly blond hair by the baggage claim. He could see her bobbing with excitement, her curls bouncing while she rocked on the heels of her worn rain boots.

I've been waiting so long for this time
I'm terrified
Blind in ways I've never realized
I don't mind

"Dani!" Brycedon nudged Brandon and indicated the small blond child across the lobby. Brandons breath hitched in his chest. He missed her more than he had realized. And they both started toward her and the slender lady that was holding her hand.

"Dani!" Brandon and Brycedon shouted together and ran toward her. She turned and her curls fanned out behind her as she did; they had grown out in the last six months. In fact, so had she. She had sprouted at least and inch, and was missing one of her front teeth. But she grinned at them non-the-less. She covered the last few yards between them, and wrapped her arms around Brycedons waist, and then around Brandons. When she finally let go, her cheeks were slick with tears and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"I. Missed. You. Both. So. Much!" She sobbed and hiccuped at the end. And she hugged Brycedons waist again, and he bent down and gave the bear hug he was known for.

"We missed you too, Dandelion!" He said into her neck while he squeezed her tight against his chest.

"Can't breath." She whispered, and Brycedon released her with a tiny 'sorry'.

"I'm sorry to break up the happy reunion, but I'm going to need a signature on the little..." The woman looked at Dani and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, "...Whipper Snapper." She produced a clipboard from her carry on bag and handed that and a pen to Brandon who looked at it with all the confusion he could muster. He took it and immediately handed it to his brother, while he took Dani into his arms and hugged her till she squirmed to be released.

Brycedon looked through all the paper work and noted some small details included on the papers he needed to sign and initial. Like that every other week he and Brandon were to report Dani to the local Doctor, Dr. Carlisle Cullen, for a full mental and physical evaluation. And that as long as that checked out, Children Services would only have to visit once every month for the next year. That would be good.

When he handed the woman her clipboard back, he noticed how beautifully ugly she really was. She had dirty blond, giant '70's hair that looked like it took several jars of "Roy's Hair Slick" to keep in her ponytail. Her dark shimmering eyes were dimmed down with an over abundance of eye shadow and mascara. She seemed completely unaware that her "Cherry Bomb Red" lipstick had smudged onto her large two front teeth. And her pant suit ensemble was too baggy, giving her the all around dyke look. But somehow, despite all that, she looked all too beautiful. Brycedon couldn't quite put his finger on it; but she looked like someone he knew. Not exactly, of course. Just a hint of something that struck out in his mind. Unfortunatly, he was too concentrated on Dani, to be able to figure it out. The lady took the clipboard from him and checked to make sure all the appropriate lines were signed and initialed. Once she was sure the proper precautions were taken she looked up at the twins.

"Take her home. The little monster must be absolutely exhausted from terrorizing my life since she walked into it six months ago." She sneered.

The twins would normally have been irritated at the quip, but they were too preoccupied by the fact that they finally got their sister back.

"Thank you, Miss - Uhh...?" Brycedon started, extending his hand for a proper handshake.

"Jordan. Kathy Jordan." But Miss Jordan did not return the offered hand. Instead she shook her wrist till her watch face turned toward her. "I'll be going now. I have to make the check in time at the hotel, and I don't want to miss my lunch appointment. Goodbye." She turned on her three inch heel, grabbed her carry on bag and stalked out the large front doors.

All at a time
All in the same
Califormula
I've become prey
Strolling down
In my face
These tears I'm not crying
This will not kill me

"The child has been returned to the boys." Miss Jordan spoke into a cellular device.

A very static voice could faintly be heard over the television, "You're sure? We don't want any mix-ups like last time, right Kathy?"

"Yes I'm sure! Do you think I would be calling you if I wasn't?" She huffed, "There will be no more mistakes. I've explained that to you many times. It was a very unfortunate, one time thing."

"Good. The plan continues as scheduled." And the phone clicked off; the mysterious man had hung up.

Kathy snarled and threw the phone at the wall. Along with the fresh hole in the wall, the phone shattered; spraying shards of plastic and metal in different directions. "It was my fucking plan!" She yelled at the broken device.

I've been waiting so long for this time
I'm terrified
Blind in ways I've never realized
I don't mind

The newly bonded Pratt family were almost back to Forks. The car ride went fairly smooth. Only minimal potty breaks; and unfortunately, it was Brandon they had to stop for. All three times.

"Brandon... It's an hour drive. You can't hold it?" Brycedon begged when his twin had informed him for the third time that he needed to urinate. "Do you have some sort of gas station bathroom fetish?" Brycedon shuddered and pulled of into the nearest gas station.

"It's not a fetish. It's got to be some kind of infection or something!" He sighed as they pulled in, marking the fact that he was genuinely relieved that Brycedon pulled over. "Thanks man!" He hollered as he jumped out of the truck and made for the bathroom.

"It's not for you!" He yelled back, "I need gas and something to drink!" Shaking his head, Brycedon pulled the truck into the nearest pump; Only noticing the familiar man standing on the opposite pump platform for a split second.

-x-

Brycedon had momentarily noticed Micah. And relieved that he was not recognized, Micah topped off the tank of his black Chevy Nomad with only a few glances in the direction of the white truck. His job was to facilitate. To Supervise. Not to act. He would have no blood on his hands at the end of this day; he made sure they knew that.

As soon as Brandon made his way back to the truck and Brycedon had gotten three bottles of water and some Cheetos for the young one, they made their way out of the parking lot. Soon after, the sleek black Nomad pulled out in pursuit, keeping a safe distance behind its target.

To do this right
We must realize
Everyone needs equally

"You doin' alright, Kiddo?" Brandon asked Dani from the front seat. Hearing the scrunching of the plastic Cheetos bag and no noise of complaint, he took it as a good sign, and remained in the comfortable position he was in. With his head against the headrest, Brandon stared out the window, glancing now and then into the side-mirror. They were on the last fifteen minute stretch of road between the airport and Forks.

"Hey," Brandon swatted at Brycedons arm, "Isn't that the Nomad that was behind us like twenty minutes ago?"

Brycedon looked in the rearview mirror, "Yeah, so?"

"Well, don't you think it's a bit weird that it's still behind us after this long?"

"No... How do you know they don't live in Forks?"

"Trust me, I would recognize a car that nice! No one in Forks drives that nice of a car... Except like... The Doctor and his family! But they're uber rich."

"So, what if this guy lives like five miles past Forks? This highway rolls all the way Oregon to past the Canadian boarder. It's possible he's just going past us."

"Yeah... Okay. It's just weird. That's all." Brandon mumbled and crossed his arms across his chest, and continued to gaze out the window.

When they finally veered left into the lane that would take them through Forks Brycedon noticed the Nomad had continued on forward.

"You see that?" Brycedon was the one swatting Brandons arm now, "The Nomad just passed us! See, I told you it wasn't following us!"

"Woah! Dude, it's your girlfriend!" Brandon was twisted so far in his seat, he looked like a contortionist.

The sleek black viper had then come into view of Brycedons mirror and he saw that she was gaining major mileage on him. He noticed a second later that a bright yellow Porche was speeding into view not too far behind her.

"What's their hurry, you think?" Brycedon asked almost timidly, shocked that she was speeding up on him in this insane fashion. He hadn't heard anything about her coming back into town from her grandmothers, and he had kept in contact with Nesme the whole time.

She sped past Brycedons truck and then back in front of him, the Porche following suit only seconds after.

As soon as the black viper passed the truck, it was swept to one side almost immediately. Something had hit the car with such force that it had knocked her car into the left lane and then into the ditch. The sound was piercing, metal being twisted and plastic popping. Soon after the Porche as well was swept in the same manor into the left lane, then into the ditch only feet from Laurels car. As the Twins watched the invisible massacre Brycedon noticed a flash of black and green, in contrast to the bright yellow Porche.

Then he too was knocked into the ditch, only a few yards from the yellow Porche.

I've been waiting so long for this time
I'm terrified
Blind in ways I've never realized
I don't mind

-x-

D: good?
I hope soooo! im going to update sooner on this now! I swear it!

also, i know the dimensions on my highway and the locations of the citys and such are wayyy out of wack. but its better than nothing, and it fits to what i need it to be! so there.

i have absolutely NO problem with gay people, or the aformentioned "dykes", which spell check told me to capitalize?, it's just a word i was using to describe her! please no flame messages telling me how wrong of me it was to use it, koz i would tell whom ever did, to go suck it, and comment on a different story! (:

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