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Summary: AU-ish. Tyson's high school is participating in this year's drama production event, Cinderella. Aha, but there's a twist; gender roles will be swapped! All hell ensues courtesy of the drama group! Most G-Rev characters! Who will be Cinderella? Who will be the Prince? And where is Hiro's coffee mug? Most of the G-Rev characters will be here! Extremely, extreme randomness, craziness and weird things. Thou have been warned. Those who R&R gets free chocolate chip cookies!
Chapter 12: Max is EVIL
Judy and her husband walked into their house arm in arm, laughing as Mr. Tate's hand fell on her behind. She gasped, quickly swatting it away. Shaking her finger, a smile crept up on her face; they couldn't express their acts of affection since Max was still awake. The last thing they wanted was to scar Max for the rest of his life.
Walking up the stairs, Judy turned around pulling down her fur coat exposing her shoulders. She leaned against the wall seductively, "So,"
"It's been too long, Judy." Mr. Tate followed his wife with both hands placed on her hips. "I feel bad Max may hear things." Yes, it's been that long. Three months and two weeks to be exact.
Judy laughed, "He's a teenager. I'm sure he knows about things like this even though he doesn't outright say it. He's not naïve, you know."
"We should have sent him over to the Grangers for a sleepover." Mr. Tate snuggled into the crook of Judy's neck.
She giggled, "Hehe, well too late now!"
Judy ran upstairs with her husband right behind. He managed to grab her at the top of the stairs, carrying her bridal style into their bedroom.
"Hey mom, can I borrow your things?"
Mr. Tate and Judy stared at Max. Max stared at his parents. Judy stared at Max surrounded by her dresses, shoe boxes and scattered jewelry. Do you know what this calls for?
AWKWARD SILENCE.
Mr. Tate placed Judy down, rubbing the side of his face. He hung his head down and walked out the door, down the stairs, to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of Sapporo beer and to his trusty couch facing the TV and sat with the largest frown a human being could produce. Upstairs Judy smiled weakly at her son. So much for fun, she thought grimly. She approached him and sat next to him, legs to the side.
Looking at Max she asked, "What do you need my things for, sweetie?"
Max picked up a pearl necklace strand, mesmerized at the shiny white orbs, "It's for the school play! I get to play the evil step-mother!"
"Evil step-mother?" The thought of her sweet son playing the role of the evil step-mother confused her so. Plus it didn't compute. "Did you audition for the role?"
"No, Emily gave it to me! Isn't it great?"
She couldn't help but smile. Ruffling his hair, she removed the fur coat tossing it aside. Judy picked out several necklaces with shiny glass beads reflecting the colors of the rainbow when placed against the light. Max pulled out several golden, jewel encrusted bracelets from his mother's jewelry box placing against his wrist. He tried to figure out what would the best one be? The one with aligned with priceless ruby and emeralds or the platinum chain that hung small little charms? So many charms, so little time! What about the rings? They seem cool too!
Both mother and son spent the remaining hours of the night finding the perfect dress and accessories. Well, everybody had a great time other than Mr. Tate who continued to mope in his leather chair staring endlessly at the blank TV screen. He moped for so long; he failed to switch on the TV by merely pressing the 'ON' button.
Next day at school, Max entered the hall for rehearsal. He skipped to the stage, off to the changing rooms. Twenty minutes later, he emerged in full costume (with the aid of the costume department). Max literally shined the moment the spotlight landed on his small form. All eyes moved to the blond, the dress and his mother's glamorous jewelry. Yep, those were real (I meant the jewelry, not Max's obscene amount of cotton padding).
Max stood there in a crimson, frilly dress with pearl necklaces hanging around his neck in several strands. Golden earrings hung from his ears, several golden bracelets dangled from his wrists and rings on his fingers. What… did the girls do to his hair? They allowed Max to keep his hair blond but there was a strip of hair which was dyed black in the middle of his head. Were those red contact lenses? Max appeared a good three inches higher so undoubtedly the boy was wearing heels.
"How'd I look?" Max announced spinning around. Everybody saw the blood red heels with ribbons tied around his ankles.
Even after all the insane amount of make-up on his face, Max looked adorable. Heck, even more adorable! So, how was he supposed to get into character as in being very, very evil? Emily always had a solution.
"Alright Max," the orange-haired girl approached him. "Give me Draciel."
"What?"
"Draciel," she said pointedly pointing to the middle of her palm. "Now."
"Why?"
"You'll know why soon enough,"
Hesitantly, Max walked back to the change rooms pulling out Draciel from his schoolbag. Why does Emily need Draciel? Max sighed, emerging with Draciel in hand. Handing it over to her, Emily quickly made a run for it!
"Hey! Come back here!" Max reached out to the direction where Emily left. There, gone! Draciel was gone!
Why would Emily do such a horrific thing? Well, let's find out, shall we?
Tyson entered the hall with the brightest smile accompanied by his explosive greeting, "Mornin' Max! What is up?"
Max paused, slowly turned around eyeing Tyson. Suddenly, the temperature in the hall dropped a couple of degrees. No, not because of Max's evil, red-eye glare of doom but because of the janitor fiddling with the thermostat. Back to Max. He stared at Tyson, penetrating his fragile soul. His glare was intense to the point Tyson had cold feet (or there was the possibility of Tyson suddenly combusting into flames).
"…Hi Maxie?" Tyson clutched tightly on his bag's shoulder straps. Sweat beads rolled down his face.
"…H-Hi… Ty… son." Max looked up, clearly annoyed. Tyson noticed a vein popping on the side of the blond's head. "What's… up?"
Tyson's finger pulled his collar to the side nervously, "U-Um… S-So today I guess we're rehearsing your parts right?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Okay then!" Tyson walked backwards down the stairs with both hands placed in front of him as a means of protecting himself. "S-See you!"
And with that said, Cinderella dashed to the changing rooms in fear of his life.
Max stood on stage ignoring the crowds, the beaming spotlight, the chatter from the evil step-sisters and Romeo's not-so-interesting speech about putting passion into the lines. With every ticking second, Max's patience grew thinner and thinner. He wanted Draciel back… NOW.
"Draciel…" Max mumbled clutching his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white. He never noticed Spencer approached him from behind.
"Max," the large Russian spoke. "Time for rehearsal."
"Silence!"
Spencer, the large teen as he was, was not easily intimidated by someone so small, someone known as Max Tate. However, this 'change in character' was slightly odd; Max aka the 'Evil Step-Mother' turned around with eyes blazing red. Spencer swallowed hard.
"Easy now, Max." it was like trying to talk to an untamed beast. It wasn't going to end very well. Regardless, he knew (or so he hoped) Max wouldn't do anything to him because of their difference in height and weight. He came down to this conclusion: small people were deadly. Period.
"Get… away from me."
He wasn't going to be told twice, Spencer did what he was told. Things got very interesting when rehearsal began, with Tyson in Cinderella's maid costume. Bryan was on edge waiting to land a solid punch on Granger's face, of course, just for the giggles (and for the hell of it). Spencer shifted uncontrollably on stage tugging his dress and avoiding all eye contact with Max. The mice consisting of Daichi, Ian and Kevin made sure they were at least ten feet away from Max. They didn't want to be skewered, thank you very much. Even Lee, as hardcore as he was stayed close to the mice hoping they would be the sacrificial lambs.
"Alright people, in your places!" Romeo yelled from his director's seat.
Tyson was on the floor with a bucket and a washcloth. It didn't help when it reeked of chips and soda! Who was the dumb—oh right, Barthez Battalion. Hiro yelled out, "ACTION!" The lights dimmed until a single spotlight was on Tyson.
[Rehearsing]
The sun rose up at six AM that very morning and Cinderella was already working. The young girl who lived in this household was controlled by her evil step-mother and step-sisters that had no sympathy for the girl. Cinderella was worked to the bone day in, day out without mercy. Cinderella worked and worked, hoping for someday, something would change.
"This is tedious work," Cinderella said wiping the sweat off her forehead. She had been working since the moment dawn rose. "Well, gotta make sure everything is clean before—"
"CINDERELLA!"
Cinderella cringed. To the right stepped forth her step-mother and step-sisters glaring daggers into her. Rinsing the dirtied cloth she turned around acknowledging their presence.
"Y-Yes?"
Tyson couldn't stop imagining Max would chuck his heels at him. Please don't chuck your heels at me!
"Have you prepared us breakfast?"
"No, I've been—"
"SILENCE!"
The entire hall stared at Max. Bryan and Spencer took two steps back. Max turned around giving them the evil eye. They took two steps forward closer to him both mumbling, "Yes Mother". Tyson wanted to disappear. Max was frightening.
Watching from far, far away was Emily. Her smirk could not grow any larger! Plan 'Abduct Draciel' bloomed into fruition. Everybody knew Max was extremely protective of Draciel to the point he cuddled the blade every night before bedtime. Just like taking candy from a baby, Emily thought biting off a piece of apple. Now, she'll just have to watch more of Max's performance. She began to wonder if Cinderella was going to survive until the first intermission…
[Really, really abrupt end to rehearsal]
No, not really. Somewhere during rehearsal, Max completely lost it. Heels flew so did Bryan, Lee, Ian, Daichi and Kevin. Tyson somehow managed to dodge all of them using the wooden bucket as his helmet. Everything calmed down the moment Emily stepped in the hall with Draciel in hand. It was like reuniting two long lost lovers, she bluntly put it. The moment Max locked eyes with Draciel...
[Rolling movie reel footage]
Just like a scene from a movie; in the vast flower fields two lovers met, running toward one another. Teary-eyed but filled with excitement, little Maxie ran toward the spinning top. He scooped it up, cradling it in his arms mumblings words, "I'll never leave your side again!"
[End of movie reel]
Okay, that didn't happen but just the idea of it crossed everybody's mind.
Back to reality; Max never realized how much carnage he left on stage. Bodies piled up on the left side of the stage followed by props. The unfortunate victims groaned, mumbling along the lines of, "I think my back is broken…"
"Oopsie!" Max laughed rubbing the back of his head. "How'd that happen?"
Max's laughter was the only thing heard in the hall. Everybody had taken cover under their chairs. Emily pulled out her walkie-talkie.
"Cleaning crew, cleaning crew do you copy?" Emily spoke into the walkie-talkie.
"We hear you. What's the situation?"
"Max's rampage is done. You can come in and shove these bodies off the stage,"
"Roger that."
Tyson emerged from around the pile of bodies. Gosh, who knew Max had so much strength in him to throw people, one after another at him? Tyson removed the handkerchief from his hair and wiped it across his forehead. Let's try talking to Max, round two.
"Hi… Max."
Max turned around to Tyson with the biggest smile on his face. "Hi!" Yep, he was back to his sweet self again. "What's up Tyson? You seemed like you just saw a ghost."
Yeah, you wish. "N-No!" Tyson shook his head quickly, laughing it off nervously. "So, um, wanna go for lunch?"
"You bet, ol' pal!"
Max and Tyson arrived at the cafeteria, waiting in line in their costumes. Every so often people laughed at them, mainly the boys. The girls giggled. Some went to lengths of take pictures of the boys to post it up on Facebook, on the school bulletin or use for Photoshop purposes. Things were normal at lunch to say the least; the boys got their food which was today's special turkey club sandwich.
"This is crazy," Tyson said after swallowing a large piece of sandwich followed by a large gulp of water. "This entire play is crazy. I bet by now the girls enjoy our torment."
He sighed, face-planting onto the plastic table surface. Max laughed, "I like it!"
"You do?" Tyson replied, his face glued to the surface. "It's hell for me!"
"You know, I've always wanted to play someone evil," Max laughed again, slurping his apple juice happily. "I think the girls did a brilliant job in casting people for the roles!"
Tyson wanted to cry. Most of the people cast were pure evil! "Well, remember this: I'm on the short end of the stick. I'm the one who gets beat up and everything…"
"I'm jealous you get to play Cinderella!" Max pat his friend on the back. "But since I'm the evil step-mother, I'll make sure I'll get into character! You know, to be authentic—true to the role, if you know what I mean."
Yes, Tyson was faced with Max's authenticity when rehearsals resumed. On stage were Cinderella and the evil, vile, down-right vicious evil step-mother and step-sisters. Right now the scene they rehearsed was the scene Cinderella finished her dress, along with the aid of the three mice.
[Rehearsing]
Cinderella's dress was complete; the pink gown was modeled on a mannequin with silk bows and frilly layers.
Cinderella clapped her hands together, "Thank you friends," she glanced over to the three mice in the corner who had ribbons tied to them. "Thank you so much for helping me!"
The three mice squeaked in unison jumping around happily until three thunderous knocks echoed from the door. Running away, Cinderella opened the door. Drizella entered immediately scrunching up her nose. Her eyes instantly locked on the dress. She walked up to it, fingers trailing the frills on the gown, disgusted.
"And what is this?"
Duh, what does it look like, stupid? Tyson rolled his eyes and got back into character replying nicely. "My gown for the ball."
There was a glint in Bryan's eye. His character was supposed to tear this gown to shreds and… "So, you're going to ball, right? Hoping to meet Prince Charming?"
"…Yes."
"I'm afraid you can't do that," Drizella turned her attention to the exit calling out for her sister and her mother.
Cinderella's face turned pale. Lady Tremaine, her step-mother walked into the room holding her head high, a black feathered fan gripped tightly in her left hand. Her face had absolutely no emotion. Her eyes narrowed as she stormed to the dress.
"You want to go to the ball, do you?" she asked venomously. Cinderella took several steps back clutching her hand tightly against her chest.
Anastasia looked at her mother, "I think we should do Cinderella a favor," she turned her head to her sister who snickered.
"What—"
The three women pounced onto the gown like rampant wolves, ripping and tearing the gown into pieces. Pieces of fabric exploded into the air while pearl beads scattered across the floor. Cinderella stood there, eyes widened in horror watching her dress, her beautiful dress fall victim to the cruelty of her family. When the deed was done, the three evilly smirked behind feathered fans, laughing, mocking, bad-mouthing her even. Cinderella fell onto her knees, shaking her head.
As the light faded, cries echoed in the darkness…
[End of rehearsal]
"And cut! That was brilliant!" Romeo exploded out of his seat, applauding his students.
Tyson stood up, quite shaken from what just transpired. It wasn't because of Max, Bryan and Spencer who just completely annihilated the dress but it was the look in their eyes when they did the deed. He quickly rubbed his arms and shivered. Who knew people would be so psychotic? During their 'execution', Max's eyes were similar to a wide beast, tearing into his prey without any hint of mercy. Bryan and Spencer's expressions were just… mad! If this was rehearsals, what would happen on the actually day of the play? Just thinking about it made Tyson sulk. He was a goner.
