There are roughly 3 reaons you're reading this story right now.

1. I am being forced to RP and cannot focus otherwise... (please thank DBG then kill her)
2. I am thinking a lot about a certain fella' and the song "Kiss the Girl" (Little Mermaid) and I hate having weird dreams
3. I got 100 AMAZING reviews :D

Does anyone here dig the Gorillaz besides me? I need to stay awake and coffee's doing squat (-gasp- i love my coffee) Anyway- I wanna make a Gorillaz fanfic. Will ya' read it?
ALSO: We are winding to a close. Please brace yourselves.

DBG- I told you! Breathe. Dummy. You NEVER updated that fic and I was out ALL NIGHT so there is no excuse kiddo!
MobMotherSciath- (as above) I was out tonight so I wasn't on... obviously XD but I'mma try and be on this weekend ^^; so we can RP then and have some super mega RP!
lov- Oh, no worries, this story will see an end :D Just soon. I REFUSE to go over 35 though. I can't imagine dragging it out any longer though.... we're almost done :D


Chapter 29
"In Which they Plot Cunningly"

Gina sat, she wore a pink shirt that fluffed out around her thighs over layers of frilly mesh underneath, black fishnet stockings, no shoes only white socks with pink pom-poms attatched, and a matching black mesh blouse over one of her many white sleeveless shirts. She had one leg crossed over the other and was smoking a cigarette, nearly sinking into the sea of pillows and blankets that was Johnny's bed. Gary and Tad sat away from her on Tads fold-out couch-bed.

They may have been in Johnny's room but none of the Vincents were there. Under some frenzied haze Mrs. Vincent decided it wise to pray- and so she had gotten her children (giving Tad, Gary and Gina the option to come along) and they'd gone.

Now it was time for revenge.

Gary donned a pair of blue jeans, cuffed on the bottom and held up by a pretty black leather belt, deocrated with pyramid studs, he had a leather jacket lying on the couch but right now had on a button-up polo. He couldn't get over his love of collars and buttons- it was too much to expect. He refused to wear t-shirts. The very thought of that gentle cotton fabric anywhere but in his underwear made him twitch. And, Tad, of course, wore nothing but Aquaberry- conflicting in every essence with the ffties time-bubble that seemed to just weave into every fiber of the Vincent's home.

"So.." she blew a smoke ring from her lips and peered at the other two, "..the plan?"

"I love plans," Gary grinned at her,

Tad gave him a look, "Of course you do, Smith, you're a sneaky bastard."

"I ain't no nerd!" he jumped up and raised his hand to slap Tad who flinched. Satisfied, Gary settled back down

"Gentlemen," she rolled her eyes, "Now listen. Luca. Markus. He must die."

"Agreed," both boys chorused and nodded

"Good." she jammed the cigarette out in the ashtray near the foot of the bed and sat up to look at them. "How?"

There was silence, all eyes on Gary who stood, grinning smugly. They knew he had a cunning and evil plot mulling around in his noggin- getting it to come out was the hard part. So, they sat in silence, staring at each other, waiting for him to crack. Eventually, he heaved a mighty sigh, cocking a messy head to the side in thought.

"Well," he began, "I've always been partial to a Hopkins-approach"

"Eh-huh?" Tad choked, staring at him with wide eyes

"Mhm," he nodded, "Show him he massivley underestimated the force he was dealing with."

"Cunning." Tad nodded

"Huh?" Gina stared at them blankly, but the two forgot she was present and were engaged in heated conversation.

"The vent? No. Daddy had that covered. Why not the front door?" Tad was saying

"They'll SEE us!" Gary exclaimed, waving his arms around almost wildly, "You idiot!"

"Then... my bedroom window?"

"I like!"

"Splendid!"

Gina gave up, stood, shouted her farewells over their argument. She didn't know they were telepathic and could communicate without so much as a glance. She hated it. And, to be honest, it was sort of creepy thery were telepathic. She made a mental note to tell Johnny, Rusty and Nicky the moment they returned. She was passing the large window in the living room on her way to the kitchen when she saw footsteps in the snow padding up to the porch- her heart stopped. She stopped and looked out- but saw no sign of any person. Oh well, she thought. No big deal, probably someone just fetching something from their yard. A lot of neighbors had dogs.

Yeah. Thats it.

Not the six foot, three inch of a man lurking just outside the big bay window, crooking a finger at the door and slowly mouthing the words:

"Let. Me. In."


Well.... I just scared myself.