Jupiter's_Magic: Here's the Halloween Chapter! I know its late; writers block...its evil. Anyway on to the disclaimer.
Valon: Oh! Pick me!
Jupiter: Fine...
Valon: Sweet! Jupiter doesn't own me Raph or Alister. She owns Skye Ember and Lola. Please review?
The following afternoon found the male bikers returning from a run to the grocery store; Skye had kicked them out that morning and had refused to let them back home until she'd called them.
They soon saw why Skye had gotten them out, though, when they finally pulled into the driveway. The outside of their house had cobwebs over the front of it, as well as "ghosts" hanging from different branches in the trees; tombstones were placed in strategic places in the yard and to top it off there were scattered skeleton bones that moved every now and then (which Raphael and Alister could tell were electric)
"I guess she wasn't kidding when she told us this morning Skye was redecorating," Alister said, arching an eyebrow as they got out of the car.
"Who?" asked Valon, glancing at his older friend.
"Lola," Alister replied, grabbing few grocery bags. "She asked me if we were doing anything special for Halloween. When I told her that we weren't she gave me a pitying look and told me that Skye would remodel the house."
The Australian's head tilted. "Really? 'ow come?"
"I would think that would be obvious," replied Raphael as he locked the car. "It seems we now know what her favorite holiday is. This should be interesting," he continued with a smirk.
"We're back!" Valon exclaimed barging into the house through the unlocked door. Seconds later he stopped in his tracks and his jaw dropped open. Raphael and Alister, who had been following after him, soon figured out why—and they couldn't quite believe their eyes.
The chandelier in the foyer had several spiders hanging from them, as well as more cobwebs to match the exterior decorating; ghosts hung from almost invisible hooks in the ceiling, some of which hanging from barely visible fish wire. The chimney that Ember liked to pop out of so much now had a cauldron in the grate and electric logs that lit the bottom of it; electric candles, coupled with a couple of black lights here and there, added to the haunted atmosphere of the house.
It took Alister a moment to find his voice. "She did all this in the space of three hours? This is—"
"Awesome!" Ember declared, swinging upside down from the banister in front of them. She was dressed entirely in black, with small black bat wings clipped onto her shoulders; when she smiled the three of them could see gleaming fangs.
"Holy crap, Ember!" Valon yelped, stumbling back. "You gave me a bloody 'eart attack!"
She giggled and executed a flip, landing on her feet gracefully. "Relax. Halloween's in a couple days."
"And I'm going all out!" Skye said, walking down the stairs in black skinny jeans, a green corset, and Converse shoes that came up to her knees
"Oh joy. This should be fun," Alister said, grabbing the groceries and taking them into the kitchen.
"It will be!" Skye called after him.
"Hey Skye," Valon said, walking into the girls room. "I have a question for you."
"Shoot," she said, not looking up from her sketchbook.
"Do you want to play a game?"
Skye paused and looked over at the teenager, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"
"I read about this one on the internet," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, causing Skye's other eyebrow to shoot up. "If this is Seven Minute's in Heaven or something like that—" she began indignantly
Valon shook his head. "No, no, i's nothin' like tha'."
"So then what are you playing?" asked Lola, peering around the door.
"Oh great! Maybe you know 'ow t' do this!" said Valon brightly, moving over to let Lola into the room. Once she was inside he closed the door again and then locked it for good measure.
Lola looked over at her best friend with a teasing smile. "So why are we having a party in the bathroom?" she giggled.
"Do you ladies know 'ow t' play Bloody Mary?" asked the boy curiously, cutting over Skye's reply.
Lola stiffened and lost all color in her face. "B-Bloody Mary?"
"Yeah! I read about it on the Internet and I wanna try it," Valon replied enthusiastically.
"We really shouldn't be messing with these sort of things," Lola said, her voice shaky, Skye merely nodded in agreement. "You do know what happens right?"
Valon gave her a confused look. "No. I just Googled 'halloween games' and that popped up."
Sighing, Skye sat on the toilet and glanced over at Lola. "Bloody Mary is a game that has a lot of urban myths behind it. It's said that she appears in a mirror when summoned, and in order to summon her—"
"Yeah, yeah, you say 'er name three times and she appears. I read up on it."
"So you know what happens when you summon her, right?" prompted Skye, but when Valon shook his head she sighed again and continued with, "After the given amount of chants, she will then appear in a mirror to claw your eyes out. Death will follow. Other variations have her driving you insane or pulling you into the mirror, never to be seen again."
Lola flinched again. "So now that you know what happens, can we not play that game?"
"Now, I want to do it!" Valon exclaimed, turning off the lights and clicking on a flashlight. "Le's see wha' 'appens."
Lola let out an uneasy whine. "Valon, I hate this. I want out," she said, her voice clearly frightened.
"Come on! This isn't real," retorted the Australian, his smile lit up by the flashlight. "You wanna do it, Skye?"
Skye shrugged. "Why not?"
"Not you too," groaned Lola miserably, huddling against the wall and out of sight of the mirror. "Let me out before you two start, because I don't wanna—"
"Bloody Mary."
Lola froze, staring at the two of her friends in sheer horror. "No!"
"Bloody Mary."
"No, come on, guys, don't do this! We shouldn't—"
"Bloody Mary."
Silence fell after the last sentence was spoken, and then Valon broke it with a concerned, "Lola, you aren' 'yperventilatin' over there, are you?"
"Madre de Dios, you two, let me out, let me out, let me out! I can't believe you made me stay in here while you messed with the supernatural," she whimpered, squinting when Valon accidentally shone the flashlight in her eyes.
Valon shrugged, looking over at the mirror with a disappointed sigh. "Nothin' 'appened. See, Lola, I told ya—"
A loud thump suddenly came from behind the mirror and Lola let out an unearthly shriek before sprinting for the door…and then proceeding to actually burst through the door in her mad dash to escape.
Raphael's POV
I need to glue the pictures to the wall. Valon keeps knocking these things off the wall and it would figure that whenever he does he ends up pulling the hooks out of the wall with the pictures; he usually knocks them off in his room. I'd get Alister to fix it instead of doing this myself, but I don't trust him with a hammer—not when Valon's somewhere nearby.
I started hammering a new picture hook into the wall when I heard a shriek from the bathroom, which is on the other side of the wall; seconds later, the sound of splintering wood came out from the hallway.
I set the hammer down before hurrying out into the hallway to find out what's going on. "Skye?" I called, starting to worry. I hadn't been able to identify who had screamed, but it could have very well been her for all I know.
When I got out to the hallway, it was to see that Lola had curled up in a corner of the hall into a tiny ball, rocking back and forth in place and mumbling in Spanish; Skye was right by her side.
"Lola, are you all right?" I asked, looking at her with some concern. From behind me I heard someone come up the stairs, likely to see what was going on.
"Lola?" Alister repeated, moving around me to look down her. He got on his knees so that he was eye level with the Hispanic girl. "Lola, are you—?"
In the blink of an eye Lola had latched herself around Alister, trembling and continuing to mutter Spanish. Alister shot me a concerned glance before directing his attention back to Lola.
Deciding that Valon had to know what was going on, I turned around to where Lola must have broken out of; the bathroom door had a nice hole in it, probably where the girl had burst through it, and I could see Valon looking at me through the hole in the doorframe. "What's going on here?" I asked.
"We were playin' a game and she freaked out. I wasn' expectin' 'er to break the door down," Valon added defensively when he saw I was scowling at him. "Don' make me fix the door, Raph! It isn' my fault this time!"
"I'll be the judge of that," I responded, frowning at him. "What game requires you to be in a bathroom?"
"Bloody Mary," Skye offered weakly, watching Lola.
"I didn' know she would freak like this, Raph. Honest!" Valon protested.
"She only freaked out because right after we finished the chant we heard a loud bang from behind the mirror," said Skye, looking at me apologetically. "After that Lola lost it."
I nodded. "I see," I said, exchanging looks with Alister. "Lola," I started, getting at her level, "that was me. I had to nail a picture back up. I must have started about the time that you finished playing the game. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
Lola's head snapped up furiously. "I wasn't playing it! Your loco friend made me sit in the dark so he and Skye could! I didn't even want to be in there!" she snapped.
"Oh please, that's all fake. It's not real, Lola, you know that," Alister replied flatly, but then he grunted when Lola elbowed him in the ribs with a vicious jab. "Ow!"
"I don't care! I hate this kind of crap, you pinche idiota," she nearly roared, startling me. She shot to her feet and stormed down the stairs. "I'm going home. Call me when you're done being a pendejo!"
The downstairs door slammed shut and after waiting a few I sighed, breaking the awkward silence. "Skye, why don't you come with me and help me make dinner? I could use the help, since Valon will be up here fixing the door."
"Wha—why me? 'm not the one who broke the stupid thing!" retorted the teenager, but after I leveled a patented "you will do as I say" look at him the boy grumbled and disappeared downstairs to get the tools.
Alister had risen to his feet, an unreadable expression on his face. "Skye, you understand Spanish better than I do. What all did Lola call me?"
"Pinche idiota literally means, 'freaking idiot'. Pendejo, though…it has two meanings, though I don't know which one she meant. She either called you a jackass or an asshole, one of those."
I noticed the way Alister's eyes flickered, though I had no idea what could possibly be running through his head at the moment. "I see," was all he said, disappearing into his room and closing the door behind him.
Skye: There we go, I have to admit a legit definition to the word, pinche idiota. In the chapter, I used the term "freaking" because I am no longer cursing. But anyway, please review?