Chapter 27- Thriller
"I can't believe that I missed that!" Joe exclaimed, referring to Leila kicking Ashlee out of the house. Halloween was in only three days, and everyone was deciding on what to wear.
"Well, let's not talk about that right now," Leila said, smiling despite herself. "It's almost Halloween and we don't know what our costumes are going to be!" Leila exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.
Pete looked at her, laughing at her enthusiasm for the haunted day. It surprised him a little. Every time he would try and get her to watch a scary movie with him; she refused, and left the room.
"I didn't know you were that excited over Halloween Leila?" Pete said, raising his eye brows at her.
"I love dressing up, Pete. But I don't do scary things all year long. But there's something about Halloween. I get in these moods to watch scary movies. Ask Casie, it happens sometimes," Leila said, looking at Casie for back up.
Casie laughed and nodded, "When ever she gets in those moods I ask her 'Who are you, and what have you done to Leila?'"
The group laughed at Leila's expense.
"I mean, I get so scared sometimes it's crazy. I am the biggest baby," she said.
"Well, in that case, Clandestine is throwing a huge Halloween party in this empty warehouse on the outskirts of town. There's an open bar, and there will be a DJ there. It should be pretty awesome. Would you guys be interested in coming?" Pete said, gazing around the room.
Casie was the first to perk up, "Oh yeah! Let's do it!"
After discussing it around the room, everyone seemed to be in agreement of the party. Patrick was lounging in a chair with Cara curling up next to him. Micah sat on the edge of the couch playing with Hemingway. Patrick looked down at his son.
"Hey, Micah?" he said, tapping Micah on the head with his foot.
Swatting his foot away giggling, "Yeah, daddy?"
"What do want to dress up as for Halloween?"
"I don't know…" Micah said, looking up at his father.
"Well, why don't you tell us what you have already dressed as before, so we know what not to dress up as?" Joe said from his cozy seat in Danielle's arms.
Micah frowned a little, in thought, and said, "I have never dressed up for Halloween…"
The room went quiet. Leila slide over to Micah, putting her arm around him.
"You just mean you don't remember, right?" she asked quietly.
"No ma'am. I remember wanting to so bad, but mommy wouldn't let me. She said it was silly."
Cara looked extremely sad at Micah.
"Micah, you're four years old, you're allowed to be silly."
No one really knew what to say to the boy. It was heart wrenching. The reality of Micah's previous treatment came crashing down on all of them. He was not even allowing to go trick-or-treating. The girls took it the worst. Pete assumed it was their motherly instinct to care and feel for any child. Leila turned her head away, into Pete's chest, to wipe her eyes, while Cara was rubbing hers roughly. Casie was staring in disbelief at the boy's story.
"Well, you get to dress up as anything you want this year… no holds bar, Micah," Patrick, his voice a little shaky.
Micah turned big eyes up at his father. Jumping up, he ran into his arms.
"Do I get to go trick-or-treating like the other kids too, daddy?" he said with such wonder.
"That's the whole point of dressing, squirt," he said, smiling down at him.
"Oh boy!" Micah squealed.
"How about Spider-Man, dude?" Pete suggested.
"No, I want to be Batman!" he said, running to Pete.
"Batman? When did you start liking him?" Pete asked. Last time he checked, Micah's hero was still Spider-Man.
"Oh, Uncle Joe let me watch the all of the moves the other day, and I see cartoons of him all the time!"
Pete looked to Joe, who just shrugged. Pete laughed.
"Okay, you're Batman then."
Micah jumped up and down in excitement. He ran to give his father a hug.
"Thanks daddy!"
"No problem. Every kid is suppose to dress up for Halloween," Patrick said, "now go get your pajamas on and I'll come tuck you in."
Micah ran to the door, and stopped.
Looking back at Cara, he said, "Cara, will you come and read me a bedtime story?"
Cara giggled, and nodded, "I'll be there in a minute."
With that, Micah shot from the room. They heard his footsteps upstairs, and they all exchanged the same glance of sadness.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Pete said, something coming to his mind, "this party is a themed costume party. 'Famous couples through out history'. And I don't mean strictly romantic couples. It includes anything from bands to superheroes and their side kicks or—"
Leila gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers, "Or superheroes and their enemies!"
Casie laughed, "Yeah… I like that."
"The guys can be the superheroes and the girls can dress up as our villains!" Joe said, laughing with everyone else.
"I was thinking more along the lines of us being the heroes and the guys being the villains. Besides," Leila said, snuggling closer to Pete, "I think it's hot when the guy plays the villain. Just think what us girls will do to stop the bad guy."
Pete felt a blush creep up his neck. Leila had pressed herself all the way against him. He looked around the room and saw the pleased look on the girls faces.
"Alright! Girls are the heroes and the boys are going to be their villains. Now, who is going to be who?" Pete said, slinking an arm around Leila's stomach.
Leila shot up from Pete's embrace, spinning around to face him.
"SUPERGIRL!" she yelled into Pete's face. Shrinking back a little, ashamed that she yelled in his face, she looked him in the eyes. Pete couldn't help but bust our laughing at her.
"Then I'm going to be your—" Pete began.
"Lex Luther… but with hair. I don't want to see you bald headed," Leila said, scrunching her nose at him, running her hands through his jet black hair.
Smirking at her, he said, "Okay, now that Leila has decided for me, ouch!" Leila punched him on the arm, turning her back to him, relaxing against his chest. "What are you guys going to be?"
After another few minutes of conversation, they had all picked out matching outfits. Casie was going to be Catwoman an Andrew was going to be the Joker. Cara had playfully suggested, since Micah was going to Batman, then he should be Robin, but she didn't expect him to agree; giggling at him, she said that she wanted to be Poison Ivy. Heather's favorite superhero had always been Wonder Woman, so Andy was going to one of her enemies, Ares, God of War. Not really knowing another other good superheroes couples, Joe and Danielle decided on two of the X-Men. With Joe being Wolverine and Danielle being Storm, they started to chat about how their outfits should look.
"I should go check on Micah… He has been suspiciously quiet. You coming Cara?" Patrick said, getting up and holding his hand out to her.
oo
The night before the big party, they had all planned to sleep at Joe's house, but they left Micah with his grandparent's. Joe had two guest bedrooms and a sleeper sofa in the living room. Cara and Patrick had brought an air mattress and blew it up in the living room. Casie and Andrew opted for the sofa, leaving the two bedrooms for Leila and Pete and Andy and Heather.
It was around midnight and Leila had rolled over to snuggle back up to Pete. Just as she got comfortable, she heard a sound from the hall. The door knob jiggled violently, and as quickly as it came, it went. Leila's heart was beating in her throat. She soon realized that they're four other people in the living room and they must be trying to scare her. She tried getting comfortable again, when it came back.
Getting fed up, she threw her covers off of her and walked out to the living room. Casie and Andrew were asleep in the couch bed, and Cara and Patrick were cuddled up on the mattress. Huffing, she whorled around and bumped into someone.
Letting her eyes adjust to the dark, she saw a dark blue workers suit in front of her. Looking down the body she saw a sharp bladed knife, dripping in blood, in a gloved hand. Her heart was racing as she let her eyes wander up the figure. A white masked head with medium brown hair sticking up, she looked into the dark circles into the blues eyes staring at her.
Leila tried to back up, but tripped over Patrick's foot. Looking at the bodies she had just fallen on, she noticed that they were covered in blood. Slinging the covers back, both Cara and Patrick had been stabbed, and appeared dead. Leila began screaming, finding her voice. She ran to Casie's side, shaking her. Her hand fell limp off the bed. Pulling their covers back, they had both had their throats slit.
Leila couldn't breathe. She was screaming with every gasp. This man had killed all her friends. He came at her in a hurry. Just as he lunged for her, she duck and ran back into her and Pete's room. Jumping on her bed, she threw her arms around her, trying to wake him up. When she got no response, she looked down at him. His eyes were half closed and he had a massive blood stain on his shirt with a small rectangular slit in the shirt.
Bringing her knees up to her chin, she wrapped her arms around herself. The masked man appeared at the door frame. She was panting and scared out of her mind. The man slowly walked to the foot of the bed. He stood there, breathing at her.
The man made a sudden movement and Leila screamed bloody murder. She then heard a sound that didn't fit. Laughter. Opening her eyes, she saw the man holding his stomach, laughter coming from behind his mask. Leila got up on her knees and crawled to the man. In one swift movement, she snatched the mask off of his head, revealing Joe Trohman. Leila gasped. Joe looked up at her, and couldn't help but laugh even harder.
Leila was furious. She looked at the door frame, and saw the living dead. Her four friends had played her. Something popped in her head, and she fell back on the bed, and whacked Pete's stomach. He groaned and shot up.
"Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III!" Leila yelled at him. Pete tried to talk, but couldn't stem the laughter that was fleeing his mouth.
"That scared the shit out me!" she said, snatching up a pillow and hitting his face.
"Hey!" Pete said catching the pillow, tossing it to the floor.
"Maybe we should leave," Joe said, clutching his side, "before Leila tried to kill us."
They all filed out of the room, and Casie popped her head back in.
"If it makes you want to kill Pete any less, it was my idea, not Pete's," she said and closed the door.
"I don't care whose idea it was… it still was not cool," Leila said, trying to throw another pillow at him. Again he caught it and threw it to the floor. But this time he surprised her, flipping her over on her back, pinning her down.
"Get off Pete!" she growled, trying to throw him off her.
"No, not until you forgive me," he said quietly.
"Well, that's not going to happen any time soon," she spat out.
"That's fine. I can stay here all night," Pete said, sitting on top of her.
"Okay fine! I forgive you! Now get off Pete… you're sitting on my bladder," she groaned again.
"I want a kiss," he said, puckering his lips. He leaned over her, but she turned her head, resisting him.
He pouted at her, "Now that's no way to act when you want me to get off…"
He leaned over to kiss her again, but this time she let him. She was very stiff, not even kissing him back. But the longer he pressed his lips to hers, the less she resisted. Soon, she was kissing him, enjoying him being on top of her.
oo
"Come on Daddy! Let's go!" Micah yelled standing at the bottom of the stairs. It was his first trick-or-treating, and he wanted to get going. Micah already had his Batman costume on. Every agreed to go with Micah, making it an excited night; since they were all dressed up as superheroes. Patrick came down the stairs, and saw his son. In his black long-sleeved tunic and pants, with black boots and a yellow Batman symbol across his chest, complete with a utility belt, cape and headgear, he couldn't help but smile at him. Micah looked up and saw his father dressed as Robin, and he started giggling.
"Daddy, you look funny!" he said between fits of giggles. Patrick pouted a little.
"I thought I looked good," he said, modeling his outfit for Micah. Patrick went for the traditional Robin suit. This meant green tights with black boots and red skin-tight shirt with green sleeves, and green gloves. An "R" was imprinted over his heart and he had a black cape, lined in black. Patrick looked at his son through his eyewear that was stick with skin adhesive on him.
Pete came down the stairs a few minutes after Patrick did. He was dressed in a black suit with off-white pinstripes, and a blue button down shirt and a white tie. Pete had a scar going from the top of his forehead to his cheek bone. He had his A-symmetrical bangs ironed flat, and the hair on the back of his head was sticking up at odd angles. Around his neck, on a thick silver chain, was a huge green rock.
Patrick looked to Pete, and smirked.
"Hello Lex," he said, holding back his laughter, "And the rock is?"
"Kryptonite," Pete said simply. "And how's the nightlife there, Robin?" he shot back at his friend.
Patrick shut up, and walked to his son. He picked him up, and placed him on his shoulders.
"Never saw this in the movies, did you?" Patrick said, giggling at Pete. Pete burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" came a voice from the hallway, and Andrew walked in.
Andrew had put a green temporary dye in his hair, and messed it up, so that it looked like he just rolled out of bed. His face was painted all white, and he had dark circles under his eyes, with bright red paint over his lips. He had on a true purple suit with a green vest, and purple gloves. With black and white shoes, Andrew came in and turned around, showing off his costume.
"Well… what do you think?" he asked, stopping in front of his brother.
"That's awesome dude," Pete said, admiring the purple suit.
There was a knock that the door and Pete went to answer, hoping it was the girls. Instead it was Andy and Joe. Pete started laughing at the two.
Andy had on blue armor, complete with helmet and footwear. He clinked with every step. Where the armor ended, black tights were visible. He had a navy cape flowing in the wind. Joe stood next to him, dressed as Wolverine. Dressed in yellow and blue, Joe stood there in yellow boots with matching gloves; he had a red belt with an "X" in a circle on the front. He had his hair flared out and what looked liked sideburns attached to his face.
"Nice sideburns," Pete said, laughing a little.
"Well, what do you expect, I'm not Patrick," Joe said, walking into the house and threw a smirk at Patrick.
"Are the girls here?" Andy asked, clinking into the room.
"No, they haven't arrived yet," and even as the words left Pete's mouth, the doorbell rang.
"Maybe we should all meet them at the door?" Patrick suggested, and they all nodded and headed for the door. Pete reached for the knob and pulled the door open.
The first ones to walk in were Danielle and Heather. Danielle had on a white flowing wig that went past her shoulders and dressed in a white leather form-fitting jump suit with a matching white leather cape. She had a small metal "X" that matching Joe's on his belt. And on her feet were black high-heeled boots. Heather was standing next to her, with her hair fluffed and in soft curls going down her back. She had a gold headband that came to a point at her hairline; in the middle there was a small red star. From the waist up, her outfit was red and gold-trimmed around the chest. Separated by a gold belt, was the blue skirt with scattered white stars on it, with matching panties. She showed off her legs until pair of red boots trimmed in white covering her feet. She had two bracelets that matched the headband and a gold lasso attached to her belt. Joe and Andy stood there in a daze, until Pete nudged them in the back, jerking them out. As the two couples walked back to the living, completely oblivious to anyone else other than each other, Casie, Leila and Cara followed in behind them. The three remaining boys' jaws dropped to the floor.
"Danielle… you look great," Joe managed to say.
"Well, that's good, because I don't feel like it. I barely fit into this outfit, and it's my size too!"
Joe laughed at her, "You look absolutely amazing!"
Back at the front door, Casie walked up to Andrew, who hadn't closed his mouth yet. She had a black leather sleeveless body suit showing off all her curves. The collar was popped and led down to the sipper in the front, which was zipped up enough only to cover her. She had a black of black leather gloves that went up past her elbows, and at the tip of each of her fingers were silver nails. She had on a small black eyepiece that crossed her nose. Her hair was straightened and she had her cat ears pinned up. Her lips were a shade of deep blood red. In one of Casie's hands, she had a long leather whip. A rhinestone encrusted belt hung at her hips. On her feet was a pair of black paten high-heeled boots. Casie looked to Andrew, who was still staring at her and giggled. She moved out of the way to let Cara in.
Cara on had a green spaghetti strapped leotard covered in fake ivy leaves, flecked with gold. Her long hair that she had dyed red fell on her bare shoulders. She had took strands of her hair and made a tiara-like pattern with leaves weaved in across the top of her head. A green leaf with silver and gold glitter had been cut to fit her eyebrow and she had one over each eye, and they pointed up and back towards her hair. She had on light green eyeliner with green and brown patterned eye shadow, which made her green eyes pop. She had a shade of candy-red lipstick on her pouty lips. On her arms was a pair of see-through silk gloved with the hand cut out; and one loop slip around her middle finger, securing them in place. Leaves surrounded the top and bottom of each glove. Her legs were covered in green tights with vines of ivy swirling up to the outfit. She had on a pair of true green boots that came up to the middle of her shin. The heel was small and they sparkled. Patrick could only just stare at her. He had never seen her looking so bold, and he had to admit that he liked it.
Leila was close behind Cara. Pete had to admit that he was glad that Leila was his, and no one else's. Because the way she looked tonight, he would hate to have to steal her away from someone else. She had a long-sleeved tunic top that hooked to her middle finger, like Cara's ivy gloves. The front of the tunic was very low cut and showy. On her chest was the "Superman" symbol; the red "S" with a yellow background. The top hugged her curves all the way down her upper body, until it met a yellow belt. Below the belt was a flowing red skirt that fell just above her knees. She spun around for him, revealing her blue panties. Her long brown hair had been softly curled and it fell way past her shoulders. Her bangs that normally fell over her eyes had been brushed and curled back. A bright red cape swung all the down to the back of her legs, and connected with the neck of the blue top. She had yellow glitter on her eyelids with dark, long lashes. Her cheeks held I light pink shade, that Pete thought was natural. And her lips had a bright shade of red that matched her cape. Pete's eyes lowered down her body, to her bare legs and saw a pair of red high-heeled boots that came up to her shins.
Pete walked to her slowly, and when he reached out to hold her hand, she fell into his arms, fainting.
"Leila?" Pete asked in confusion.
She opened one eye a little ways and pointed to the bright green rock around Pete's neck.
"Kryptonite," she croaked out. Pete burst into laughter, and whipped her up to her feet. Leila felt him spin her around, and she just laughed.
"You are a very handsome evil genius!" she laughed, as he brought her closer to him. "I might come to the dark side."
"You should… We have cookies."
Leila laughed hard and pushed off him, walking into the living room. She spotted Cara sitting on the couch, taking pictures of the little Batman.
"Wow, Micah. You look so awesome!" Leila exclaimed.
Micah turned to Leila, and ran to her. He had been doing that to everyone that entered the room. Seeing all these superheroes was exciting for him.
"Micah, looks like you have a lot of people to fight, being Batman and all," Leila said, looking around the room. "You have Catwoman, Joker, and Poison Ivy… I feel bad for you, man," Leila said, holding back her laughter.
"But at least he has Robin to help," Pete added, smirking at Patrick.
"Ah, but you have forgotten about my special power," Cara said seductively, holding her hand and pretending to blow at Patrick. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "And now you must die. My kisses are poisonous."
Patrick brought he hand to his lips and pretended to pull back something, "Wax lips are immune to your charms."
Leila and Casie busted out laughing; knowing exactly the movie Patrick got that line from.
They all gathered around the front door, and together, they walked around the neighborhood with Micah. Talking him from house to house. It wasn't long before his plastic pumpkin was full with candy, and he was slowing down. The hype of Halloween and running around trick-or-treating had tired him out. Soon Patrick had to carry Micah around as they walked back to Pete's house. It wasn't long after that when he fell asleep. Cara looked over to Patrick holding a sleeping Micah, and giggled softly.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing, it's just funny that Robin is carrying Batman," she smiled.
They arrived back at Pete's house, and they laid Micah down in his bed. Saying good-bye to his mom, they left for the party. The attitude in the car was an amusing one. Everyone being dressed up put them in a funny mood. The guys, it seemed, couldn't keep their hands off their girls. Once the got the abandoned warehouse, they parked the car and walked to the door. It was dimly lit, and had a disco ball hanging in the middle of the room, sprinkling light on everyone's head. They gazed around the room, looking at all the different outfits. The girls giggled at a particularly vulgar costume they saw.
"This is so cool!" Leila exclaimed, spinning around in place, taking in her surroundings.
"Yeah, and I saw a haunted corn maze out back," Casie piped in, "We should check that out later."
"Um, you know I'm not going to… I have been there, done that, and I'm not doing it again," Leila said, waving her hand at Casie.
"Ah, c'mon!" Casie persisted, pouting her bottom lip out.
"That lip doesn't work on me like it does Andrew," Leila said, smirking at Andrew. "Plus, having guys with chainsaws chase me around is not what I call fun… You guys go right ahead though."
Slowly, the grouped dispersed from each other, coupling up. They began dancing and having a great time. Leila dragged Pete to the open bar, offering to get him something, but he shook his head.
"I haven't drank since that night, and I'm not planning on it," he said, referring to New York with Casie. Leila turned around and looked at him. She suddenly ran to him, throwing her arms around his next and kissed him fully on the lips.
On the other side of the room, Casie and Andrew were dancing closely, with her hips moving in time with his. She had her arms draped over his shoulders, and his were hugging her to him. Casie looked up and saw Cara Patrick not to far from them. Smiling at her two friends, she pushed Andrew back from her.
"Do you want to try that haunted corn maze that's out back? And if it's boring, we can find a niche and make-out?" Casie said bluntly.
Andrew blinked, and smiled widely; Casie noticed how creepy he looked with all this make-up on. She liked it.
"Yeah, let's go," he whispered and grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the doors.
Cara saw Casie and Andrew running out the front doors and giggled. Patrick looked up at the sound of her laughter.
"What?" he said, smiling at her.
"Nothing, just our friends," she said, putting her forehead against Patrick's.
"I've been meaning to tell you… Thanks for being so awesome to Micah," Patrick said, "I know you don't have to but, you do it anyways."
Cara looked into Patrick's eyes, "Don't thank me. I enjoy it. He's just so cute and I love him so."
Patrick's hand found the back of Cara's neck and pulled her lips to his. Cara was surprised by this sudden movement, but quickly relaxed.
Pulling away from her, he said, "That's why I love you."
Cara blushed a little from the rawness in his voice.
"I love you too," she whispered.
-note from the author-
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! The next chapter's title is a toss up between "Fantasy", "All I have to do is Dream" and "Magic Man". We'll have to see!
