Chapter 36: Dinnertime

Kevin's PoV:

I come out of "my" room, with the spray can and towels in my hands. For some reason, I'm trembling. I guess it's because I'm so scared of being put back down in that basement again... Al even said that if the mess wasn't cleaned up properly, that that would happen! As I make my way out to the kitchen, I see Al cooking what looks to be, and what smells like, spaghetti. I'm too scared to get his attention, but I have to. "Uh, Al?" I try to get his attention, but he doesn't seem to hear me. I try to say a little louder, "Uh, Al?"

He turns around, facing me. "You finished?" I just nod. "Alright. You know what to do," He makes his way over to me. "I'll take that," He takes the spray can out of my hand. "Now, go downstairs and put those towels in the wash. While you're doing that, I'll go inspect your room," I nod, unsure of what else to do. "Alright, move it!" he orders, and as he heads for "my" room, I head for the basement.

I'm completely terrified of basements; even more so now, because of that horrible act that Al did to me yesterday... Though, if I don't want to get into any more trouble, I have to do what he says. Trembling, I make my way down the basement stairs. Luckily, there's a light on, so I don't fall and break my neck! I stroll over to the washing machine and throw the towels into it. I turn to head back upstairs, and Al meets me at the top, just staring at me.

"So, did you do it?" I just nod. "Alright. Make yourself useful and set the table, would you?"

"Yes..."

I rush off to the cupboards, but I don't open any of them, because I'm unsure of which cupboard has the dishes. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asks.

"I... I don't know which one has the dishes..." I turn to face my kidnapper and admit.

"Oh, for God's sake! Here," He's over to the cupboards in an instant, forcing me out of the way. He opens the first one, and it reveals the dishes. "Now, no more excuses!"

"It wasn't an excuse!" I defend.

"Enough! Let's go!" he orders, pointing to the dishes in the cupboard. I hug myself, terrified, as I make my way over to where he is. I grab the bowls off of the shelf and bring them over to the table. "Here's the silverware," He opens the first drawer, revealing the silverware inside, which I go to grab and set the table with, too. "Now, it's almost ready. Sit," he tells me, as he goes back over to the stove to finish cooking the food. The noodles are placed into a large bowl, and the sauce is placed into another bowl of similar size. At home, we bring our bowls over to the stove and serve ourselves. To me, what Al's doing now, is completely pointless... Unless I'm stuck with the dishes again, he's just doing it to be a jerk. Though, I won't say anything... He brings the food over to the table and sets it down. "Serve yourself, but don't hog it all," I just take the same portion as I do at home. I'm used to smaller portions, because of having such a large family. I'm about to ladle the sauce onto my noodles, when Al comes back over to the table with a can of beer. "Too much." he tells me.

"I barely took any!" I bite back.

"Don't argue with me! Or else, you'll starve!"

"How much am I supposed to take?!"

He grabs a hold of his bowl and picks out one noodle from the large bowl and places it into his bowl. "This much," I just stare at the bowl with the single noodle in it, eyes widened, and trying not to cry. "That will be what you get, if you don't take half of what you have off of your plate."

"That's not fair!"

"Don't talk to me about fair, kid! Just do it!" he raises his voice at me. I just pick up my bowl and furiously scrape half of my dinner back into the large bowl. "You're welcome to some sauce, but, again, don't hog it all!" I just sigh and roll my eyes, reaching for the sauce ladle. "Again, don't give me attitude, kid,"

"I'm sorry..." I just mutter.

"That's better. Now, hurry up and eat. There's something that I want to give you after the dishes are done," He says, as he serves himself more spaghetti than what I originally had.

"What?"

"Nevermind. Just eat," he tells me, as he starts to eat. A nervous pit forms in my stomach, because I know that what he wants to give me isn't something good...

Harry's PoV:

The monitor is still beeping, and the paramedics are still desperately trying to save Marv. I have a bad feeling about this! I know that this will end fatally! "Save him... Please save him..." I beg.

"We're trying to, Mr. Lined..." the one paramedic says, still desperately trying to save my best friend.

All of a sudden, the monitor beeps a never-ending beep. I know exactly what that means! It means that Marv's gone... But, he can't be gone... No... He can't be gone! "What?!" I start to panic.

"Mr. Lined..." the other paramedic starts to say, with an empty voice.

"I'm sorry..." the other one finishes.

"No! Keep working on him! For fuck sakes, don't give up on him! There's such a thing as CPR, isn't there?!"

"Mr. Lined, please..." the first useless paramedic starts to say.

"Well then, fucking do something!" I pretty much scream at these two idiots. "For Christ sakes, you're supposed to be miracle workers! Now, hurry up and save him!"

"We'll continue to try, Mr. Lined..." the other useless paramedic tells me. They continue to work on Marv, trying to save him, by performing CPR. I have very little hope about this, because these two idiots didn't even think to try CPR... I sit back down and stare at these so-called "miracle workers", planning my revenge on Mrs. McCallister...

Buzz's PoV:

I look at Dad, once he says that the plan is getting my Mother arrested. "How?"

"We tell the police everything we know. It shouldn't be that hard," Dad replies.

"But, Mom said that if you found out, she'd make Kevin be killed..."

"Well, she won't know that I know. We'll get the police involved secretly, then they'll come here to arrest her..."

"What's going on?" I suddenly hear Mom's voice, which makes my stomach feel nauseous, out of nervousness.

Dad looks at the direction that he hears Mom's voice, to his left. "Oh, nothing," Dad lies.

"Are you sure that there isn't something that I should know?" I hear Mom talking, but I can't see her.

"I'm very sure," Dad answers her.

"Alright, then..." Mom says, seeming unsure of Dad's answer.

He continues to look at her, as I'm just able to hear her footsteps walking away. He looks back at me and says, in a soft voice, "We'll talk about this later..." He leaves the room, leaving me here worried that Mom knows what Dad and I were talking about...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks again! Well, this is being updated earlier, since I won't be able to later! If I didn't update this now, you wouldn't have gotten an update tonight! And that wouldn't be fair, because you've been waiting a few nights for this, especially Harry and Buzz's PoV's! Well, it wouldn't be completely unfair, since I did post that surprise! I hope it was surprising! Well, what do you think will happen after dinner? What's Al going to give Kevin? Will Marv live? If not, what kind of revenge do you think Harry will enact upon Kate, if he does? Will Peter's plan still be able to go forth? Do you think Kate knows? Well, we'll just have to see! I'm sure I'll update tomorrow! Until then, ciao! :D

- Majora's Mask Freak184