Hey, hey, hey! A new chapter today! This one will be one of the more emotional chapters. Just a reaction to the latest murder from the previous chapter. And we'll see how the killers took out the victim.
Warning: Lots of tears. And a graphic flashback.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter 12: Devastated Davis
Bill woke up that morning, and immediately knew something... was wrong. Something felt off. There was a heaviness in the air for some reason... but what?
His brotherly instincts kicked in as he got out of bed, and checked the top bunk, where Russell was still sleeping. He sighed in relief.
I dunno why I was thinking something happened to Russell. He thought, If that was the case, I would've known sooner.
Bill looked at the clock beside the bunk beds and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. Breakfast should be ready now.
"Hey... Rus... wake up, man." He nudged his little brother 'til he felt movement, "Time to get up. I think Mom's making your favorite."
Russell moaned a little as he sat up, staring at his brother, "Blueberry muffins with waffles?" he asked sleepily.
"Who knows? We'll find out once we get to the kitchen."
With that, the small boy climbed out of the bed and joined his brother as they walked to the kitchen. As expected, there were blueberry muffins, waffles, eggs, bacon, and pancakes on the table.
Their mother was washing pots and pans when she noticed her boys, "Oh... good morning, dears..." She greeted half-heartedly.
"Hey, Mom..." Bill greeted back, noticing the tone in her voice.
"Mom, can we eat on the couch and watch TV?" Russell asked.
Mrs. Cosby smiled, "Of course, darling. You boys can do whatever you'd like today..."
Bill was a little confused by what he was seeing and hearing his mother do, but he tried to shrug it off as nothing. The brothers grabbed their plates of what they desired and soon plopped on the couch.
Russell grabbed the remote to turn on the television to cartoons. It was the cartoon about a cat and mouse getting into antics as usual.
As they watched, Bill looked back at his mother, who appeared to be anxious as she continued to wash dishes. He wondered what was up, but also felt like he already knew the answer.
Another murder happened somewhere, and Mom was possibly too afraid to tell them about it.
But why...?
I wonder who it could have been this time... He thought sadly, With how Mom is acting... could it have been... Dad? No! That's stupid. She'd tell us if it were Dad. And she'd be in tears... unless she's trying to be strong for us. Stop thinking so irrationally, Bill. Dad's fine. He went to work this morning.
It wasn't long before the phone became to ring. Mrs. Cosby immediately went to answer it.
Not wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation, Bill and Russell continued to watch the cat and mouse cartoon. Although they could make out the words, 'Poor thing', 'If there's anything I can do', and 'should I tell them?'.
After a few seconds, Mrs. Cosby ended the call, and turned to her sons, "Bill... Russell... can you two come here for a moment?" She asked softly.
The two looked at each other, before getting up and joined their mother at the kitchen table.
With a sigh, she began to speak, "I need you two to listen carefully... because what I'm gonna say... you're not going to like so much."
Bill frowned, "I figured. Someone else died, didn't they?"
"That's right, dear. Your friend, Rudy... he lost his father last night."
"What...?"
"Apparently, the killers attacked his parents while he wasn't home. His mother survived but his father..." She drew in a breath, "He wasn't so lucky..."
Russell gasped, "Oh no... I can't believe I'm saying this... but poor Rudy..."
Even Bill was surprised that his brother, who butted heads with Rudy on a regular basis... felt sorry for the rich boy.
"I know you two are very close to Rudy along with the other boys." Mrs. Cosby continued, "So... if you can, be there for him. He and his mother need all the support they can get. Can you do that?"
Bill nodded, "Sure, Mom. We're the Junkyard Gang, we always stick together."
"We'll be there for Rudy..." Russell added.
Their mother smiled, "Thank you. I was waiting to tell you today to give some time..."
Later on at the junkyard...
"Another tragedy has been committed yesterday evening. Junkyard owner, James Davis was killed in an attack at his home. The forty-two-year-old and his wife, Rochelle, were allegedly ambushed by the supposed killers that have been committing murders for the past week in North Philly."
The gang... well, the gang minus one, sat in front of the TV in the clubhouse. None of them could have imagined that this would be the next victim.
Rudy's father was a well-respected man in the community. The money made from the stuff collected and sold in the junkyard often always went to charity or to support certain events. Was it any wonder the Davis family was wealthy?
And was it any wonder why they loved playing in the junkyard so much?
"T-T-This is g-getting more s-scary..." Donald stuttered.
"I know... and now Rudy's dad is gone, man..." Harold sighed, "Poor dude must be heartbroken."
"My folks didn't tell me until this morning," Bucky spoke up.
"Mineb toob." Mush added.
"Same here, man." Bill added, "And my Mom says that we should be there for him and help him out best we can."
Albert nodded, "You're right. Rudy needs us now more than ever. If he wants us to help, we should go for it. If he needs privacy, we should respect it too."
Everyone nodded. For all the trouble Rudy tended to give or get them into... they weren't going to abandon him in his time of need.
The boys decided that the best course of action would be to visit the Davis household. That is, assuming that the police weren't there to investigate the crime scene.
As they began to make their way there... they were being watched by you know who...
The leader snickered, "It was only a matter of time before we targeted someone extremely close to those fools... Mr. Davis was a strong fighter... but he was no match for us... such sweet victory... but we're still not done..."
He then turned to his team, "Let's start planning for our next victim... yet another family member of one of those assholes..."
As the killers were planning the next hit job, while also thinking about the crime they committed the night before...
... Meanwhile, at the same time, Mrs. Rochelle Davis was replaying the scene in her mind over and over as she made herself some tea.
The killers stood outside the Davis residence the previous evening... preparing to take down their next victim.
They just had to wait until a certain someone got home...
"So are we gonna get both of them... or just one, boss?" Asked one of the followers.
"It depends on who cooperates... and who doesn't...?" The leader replied.
Soon, they saw a car beginning to pull up to the driveway. The killers hid behind a bush beside the house as they watched Mr. Davis get out of the car and walk inside.
The leader quickly looked through a window to see the man greet his wife as they shared a kiss.
"How was your day, dear?" They heard Mrs. Davis ask.
"Fine. Hectic, but about the same as always." Was Mr. Davis' reply, "Is Rudy home yet?"
"No. I think he's still playing with his friends."
"I see... y'know, since we're alone... perhaps we can actually... have some fun time..."
"Oh my..."
The leader gagged when he heard that.
"Maybe the first thing we should target is the lower parts..." He muttered to himself, "Time to execute dudes before things get weird... go!"
With that, one of the smaller members hopped out of the bush, and walked to the front door of the house, and knocked.
A few seconds later, and the door was opened by Mrs. Davis, "Hello?"
"Good evening, M'am. I was wondering if you and your husband would like to answer a few questions for a survey. Can I come in...?"
"Oh... why, of course. Come on in."
The small one entered the room as the woman led him into the living room. While that was going on, the leader and the others used tools to open one of the windows to climb through.
As for the Davis', they sat on the couch as the small follower began to ask the questions.
"How long have you been married?" He asked.
Mr. Davis smiled at his wife, "Nineteen wonderful years. Next week will be our twentieth."
"Do you have any children?"
"Oh yes. One handsome boy, Rudolph. He should be home soon." Mrs. Davis answered that as she folded her hands on her stomach.
"How have you been doing in these times?"
Mr. Davis sighed a little, "It's a little rough with all the killings going on. We're both worried for our son's, as well our own safety. We just hope that the killers will be found."
The follower smirked a little as he asked one more question.
"Do you think the killer might try to get you guys?"
The couple looked at one another before Mrs. Davis answered, "I... I don't think so. Why?"
He then chuckled, "Because they're about to... right now."
What?
At that moment, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Mr. Davis has quickly sensed something as he looked behind him to see a masked figure attempt to plunge a knife in his head.
But the man had fast reflexes as he grabbed his wife and moved away from the couch, just as the knife stabbed the cushion of the couch.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?!" he demanded.
The masked figure, the leader, along with the other followers, also masked, came out of hiding.
"It's simple really. We're just simply punishing people for their sins, that's all." Was his response.
It suddenly made sense for Mrs. Davis, "Wait... are you...?"
"The ones who've been taking out people all over North Philly? You guessed right, M'am. And now... we're going to take you out..."
"Why are you doing this?" Mr. Davis glared at the villains, "Why are you killing these innocent people who've done nothing to deserve it."
The leader chuckled, "Well... it's not so much the actual victims who deserve it. To put it bluntly, they're actually dying for someone else's sins."
"Who's sins?" Mrs. Davis asked.
"I would explain. But we gotta make this quick."
With a snap of his fingers, another follower grabbed Mrs. Davis from behind and pulled her away from her husband, "Oh!"
"Rochelle!" The man called as she was thrown to the floor, colliding with the coffee table in the process. He then growled at the leader, "You bastards! You'll pay for the suffering you've caused!"
"Not before you pay for the sins!" The leader charged at him with the knife, but the father was once again quick to defend himself as he grabbed his wrist and attempted to steal the knife away.
From there it was a struggle for the knife. As for Mrs. Davis, she was starting to recover from the fall. She felt many tiny cuts on her arm, back, and neck.
As she tried to get up, she saw her husband fighting with the masked figure. But it wasn't long before one of the other members helped the leader by grabbing the man from behind.
This gave the leader the upper hand, as with one swipe, he made a large cut on Mr. Davis' stomach.
"Dear!" His wife cried as she attempted to crawl towards him. But another masked person grabbed her again. Another also guarded the phone in case someone tried to call for help.
The leader laughed as he stood over the bleeding man, "Weak and pathetic... just like your son..."
"Hey, boss! Look what I found in the basement."
Yet another masked figure walked into the room, holding an object. The leader smirked widely. The Davis' paled in horror.
It was an axe.
"Thanks, man." The leader tossed the knife away as he grabbed the axe, "I think this'll work much better"
Mr. Davis once again tried to apprehend the criminal, but the cut not only prevented him from doing so, but two of the followers pinned him right back down, hitting his head in the process, leaving the man dazed.
"NO! NO! Please, please don't! Don't hurt him! Please!" Mrs. Davis pleaded.
But she was ignored as the leader raised the axe right above the father's head.
"Any last words...?" He asked sinisterly.
Mr. Davis glared again, "I hope you burn in Hell."
"Gladly. Wanna say something to your wife? I'm willing to spare her..."
The last thing Mrs. Davis ever saw her husband do was turn to her with a sympathetic look.
"Honey... take care of Rudy... love you both..." Were his final words...
... Just as the axe came down on his neck.
The impact was enough to splatter blood everywhere, even getting some on Mrs. Davis' dress. Speaking of, the now widowed woman cried in despair.
Her husband... her beloved James... was gone.
"Our work here is done, boys..." The leader chuckled, before turning to the distraught woman.
"And as for you... you might wanna give little Rudy a message... but first..."
Another snap of the fingers and the ones holding her slammed her head down on the ground again, leaving her dazed.
"Let's bounce..."
With that, the criminals left in another room. As for Rochelle, she had recovered again to see the horror in front of her. Sobbing, she made her way over to her husband's decapitated body.
"James... my sweet James..." She cried, "My love... this can't be happening."
That's when she noticed something lying on top of his chest. It was a note. She opened it up and read what was inside.
'Rudy's father brought him into this world... we took his father out. Should've learned to share that junkyard...'
The widower sat in the living room, which was now cleaned up from the bloodbath that happened hours ago. But she felt like she could still see her husband's body, beheaded, sprawled on the ground.
The whole situation was horrifying... and she didn't get a whole lot of sleep because of it.
All day, friends and other people came over to pay their respects. She had received calls and flowers of pity. Even Martha and Joe called, saying they were planning on visiting to help out any way they could.
While she was thankful and grateful... she felt like she could try to be strong...
The only thing she was worried about... was Rudy.
Her precious son. After he learned of what happened from Officer Monroe, it took a full hour to calm him down. Ever since, the poor boy spent most of the day moping around the house, almost zombie-like.
And it greatly concerned her.
Right now, he shut had himself in his room for the past few hours, just as his friends came by to pay their respects.
"Thank you boys for coming..." She sighed, "I've been worried about poor Rudy. He won't eat, he won't talk to anybody... he won't even eat his favorite dessert."
"It sounds like he's taking this pretty hard," Albert said.
"He is... and since you boys are here. Maybe you can get him to open up..."
"We can try..."
With that, the gang made their way to Rudy's room in the upper half of their home. Albert stood in front as he knocked on the door.
"Hey, hey, hey. Rudy, can you come to play?" He asked.
There wasn't a response.
Donald then spoke next, "R-Rudy. It's us."
"I know! Go away!" Came the harsh response.
"We just want to see if you're okay, man," Harold spoke up.
"Do you THINK I'm okay?! NO!"
"C'mon, Rudy. Let us come in." Russell requested, "We just wanna talk..."
"What's there to talk about, shrimp?! Haven't you heard! I've been ROBBED! Of my DAD!"
Some more silence as the boys heard the door unlock and eventually open. Rudy stood there, a look of anger on his face... but also a look of devastation in his eyes.
The rich boy looked terrible overall, with wrinkled clothes, and major bags under his eyes. As if he didn't get a whole lot of sleep.
"Rudy..." Albert started, "Your Mom's worried about you... she says you've haven't eaten anything and you won't come out. Now, we'll respect your privacy if you want us to... but know that we're here for you. We'll help you..."
Rudy snorted with a dry laugh, "Help?! You wanna help me?! Unless you can find a way to bring back my dad, you CAN'T help me!"
"We know that much. But we wanna be here for you. We understand what you're g-going through..." Donald spoke.
Hearing the word 'understand' somehow set Rudy off, as he punched the wall beside the door, making the boys jump.
"NO YOU DON'T! YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND! YOU DUDES STILL HAVE YOUR FATHERS WHILE MINE HAD HIS FUCKING HEAD SLICED OFF WITH AN AXE!" He screamed.
... That was news...
Knowing that Mr. Davis had died was already shocking, but to hear that he was decapitated was horrifying.
"We had no idea, man..." Bill said with sympathy.
"We're so sorry..." Russell added.
Rudy scowled, "Don't be! Don't be sorry! There's nothing for you to be sorry about! You're not the ones who... and why are you being so sympathetic, Russell?! I thought you liked my suffering! I'm sure there's an insult or a 'no class' joke waiting inside you to come out!"
The small child shook his head, "No way. I know we aren't always the best of friends, but I'm not cruel. I would never make fun of you for something like this..."
"Ugh! I can't take this! Just leave me alone! I need some fresh air!"
With that, Rudy pushed past his friends as he dashed downstairs and out the door, much to his mother's surprise.
"Rudy...?"
The boys started to follow after him, "Don't worry, we'll bring him back." Albert assured her.
"Alright..."
Opening the door, the guys noticed Rudy jumping on his bike and ride off down the sidewalk. Immediately, they took off after to stop him.
"Rudy! Wait!" Albert called.
"Leave me ALONE!" Rudy snapped as he pedaled faster.
"Just talk to us... we know you're hurting... but running away won't solve anything..."
Albert was ignored, but the boys refused to give up the chase. Unfortunately, Rudy was just too fast, as he was out of sight in the next few seconds.
The rest of the guys rounded a corner before stopping to catch their breaths.
"Man... he sure has gotten better with that bike..." Harold panted.
"I-I wonder where he's going..." Donald added.
The boys tried to think. Where would Rudy be riding? Where would he go whenever he was upset? Where did he always go...?
Soon, the answer became clear. So without any more hesitation, the boys headed off to their destination.
Five minutes later, they were at the junkyard. But even here, they still knew exactly where Rudy went. Albert led the way to the clubhouse and opened the door.
Sure enough, the rich boy was there, sitting on the couch, clutching his hat tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Carefully, they all approached him...
"Rudy..." Albert said softly.
"We're here for you, man..." Harold added.
"We won't abandon you," Bucky assured.
"Y-You were t-there for me when I was sad about Elaine..." Donald added, "N-N-Now I'm gonna be here for you..."
"We're gonna help you out the best we can..." Bill also added.
"Web careb." Mush added as well.
"Whatever you need... we got it..." Russell smiled softly.
Rudy looked up at his friends with the most pitiful look possible. Something about their words seemed to get to him. He stared at them for a few more seconds... before breaking down completely.
The clubhouse was filled with loud sobbing quickly. Donald was the first to walk over and hug his best friend. The others followed suit, either hugging or rubbing Rudy's shoulders and back as he bawled.
They have never seen the usually cocky rich boy so heartbroken and miserable. It was honestly scary. But that didn't stop them from coming to his aid.
"It's okay, Rudy... let it all out..." Albert said soothingly.
"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!" Rudy cried, "AM I SUCH A BAD PERSON THAT THE WORLD DECIDED TO PUNISH ME BY TAKING MY DAD?!"
"No, man... it's not your fault..."
"FUCK THOSE STUPID MURDERERS! FUCK THEM TO HELL!"
The boys just sat there, comforting Rudy and allowing him to vent out his grief, anger, and agony all at once. They didn't dare talk... they just listened...
With everything that was happening, and how it was destroying lives...
The Junkyard Gang was grateful to still have each other...
Poor Rudy. I'm so sorry that you always have to suffer in some type of way in my stories.
But really, it's sweet that the guys always have each other's backs in their time of need. We see the gruesome way Rudy's dad was killed. And a little later, we'll see how it affects Rudy as a whole.
Next chapter is another breather, with no murders. Just the boys and their friends spending time together. I hope you liked this chapter. I'll see you guys later. And as always, don't forget to review, please. Thank you.
