(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I've never been to hell, but I'm pretty sure I know what it looks like.
Race, Pie and I walked into our house, resolving that this was the day we were going to ask our parents about Colorado. We had been practicing exactly the answer we'd give to any question either parent could possible come up with. We were finally going to do it. We never got the chance.
The second I turned the knob I sensed something was wrong. There was an odd odor and the kitchen was a complete mess. As we progressed further, we found things got more and more out of the ordinary. I was picking through the living room, which looked like it had fallen victim to a tornado, when I heard Race yell. I ran as fast as I could to Dad's office, which Race said he would pick over. The poor kid had dropped to his knees in the doorway, and when I looked past him, I saw why.
"Mommy?" the word came out a pitiful whisper as I looked upon the people who had raised us. My mother lay on the floor. She had been worked over with a knife. Her face was white, her bright honey colored eyes opened wide in death. Her black hair was sticky with blood. My father was slumped over in front of her; it was obvious he'd been protecting her. He had been shot, multiple times.
"Dad?" I heard Pie's voice catch in his throat as his eyes took in the scene before us.
"Jesus H. Christ." Race whispered as I walked into the room, bent down, and closed my dearest mothers eyes.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"What do we do now?" Race asked as we trudged into our room.
"We pack, then we leave-" Pie began when Specs cut him off.
"You aren't suggesting we."
"Yeah! I mean, where the hell else is there? Our brother's a.whatever the hell he is! Our parents are dead.um, hello? That strikes me as our only option at the moment!" Pie yelled, grabbing a suitcase and shoving clothing into it.
"He has a point," I whispered, doing the same.
"Shut up Race," Specs countered, but he too soon began packing.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Blinks POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
To tell you the truth, I couldn't believe my eye when I saw them. They looked as if they had been through hell again. Charlie walked up behind me and shook her head, obviously hearing something Race had put forth for her to hear.
"That's." Mike cut her off, as usual.
"What the hell are they still doing here?" He questioned, walking down the stairs from his bedroom.
"They have a reason," Charlie whispered as she led the three wordlessly into the dining room.
"D'you want somethin' to eat?" I tried to be hospitable. They all shook their heads as Mike trudged in glaring at the three.
"Oh no.oh no, no," he said sitting down.
"No what?" I hate not being telepathic.
"They want to live here, Spot wont stand it," he reported.
"Then we outvote him!" hey, I like these guys.
"Our parents are dead Mike. There's nowhere else," Specs makes a good point.
"Blink, I'm warning you," Well, have a hissy fit!
"Why are there people in my dining room?" Spot had entered the room. Charlie apparently told him something because he nodded and looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head.
(_(_(_(_(_(_( Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
That's when I noticed the long thin scar on his neck. For a second, I took in all of him; his every inch. He was clad in baggy (ish) [1] jeans and a long sleeved white thermal shirt. His feet were bare. He shot me a look and I rolled my eyes before looking at Charlotte, who had changed into black Dickies and a black tank top.
"Colby," she began, "this morning, their parents were killed. I've seen it. The have nowhere else to go given their current circumstances, just let them stay. At least until we find that amulet thingy," she rushed all in one breath. Everyone's eyes turned to Spot, he, in turn, glared back at each one of them with those steely gray orbs.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Fine," I heard Spot utter a single word as I walked into the dining room and o my delight found Specs, his brother and the changeling.
"Come back to take another gander at the Zodiac?" I questioned, and then sensing their distress, I shut my trap.
"They will have plenty of time to gander, Dutch, their moving in," Mike didn't sound to thrilled. Well, okay.
"I thought you of all people would be pleased," Spot said, peering from me to Specs, and then raising his eyebrows.
"I am pl- I am not gay!" I rarely yell, but this is really getting old.
"Keep telling yourself that," Spot continued.
"My goodness, what is your obsession?" I asked exasperatedly. He poked me in the stomach, and turned to walk away.
"It's not an obsession."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, that went okay.
"C'mon, lets get you guys moved in before dinner," Blink was really warming up to us, I think.
He lead us through the great hall, pausing and spending a great deal more time than Dutchy had, explained the black zodiac to my brothers. Ugh, such the drama queen. We then headed up to a black iron staircase, the door leading from it looked like the door to a castle.or worse, a dungeon.
"Race," he said quietly. Race hesitantly crept up the stairs and held his breath as Blink opened the door. We followed them up to get a better look. The room was amazing, if that's the word. The floor was stone, the bed frame seemed to be made from spears, and it was covered in black satin sheets and in the corner stood a suit of armor. Battle axes, broad swords, spears, long swords, cross bows and other things I couldn't identify lined the walls. Race uttered one word as he sank into the bed.
"Cool."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
We left Race in his room and headed down the staircase. The next staircase we came to was Charlotte's, then Spot's, then Dutchy's. The next staircase was cherry wood, and not as impressive as Spot's. We headed up the staircase. This was to be Specs' room. The door was massive, and the same wood as the staircase. Blink threw it open dramatically. Inside were a four-poster bed and a small dresser. The bed and dresser were nice yes, but the impressive thing was that there was a library, about the size of the one downstairs, on the other side of the room. Leather bound books lined the wall from floor to ceiling.
"He was a madman, but when it came to interior decorating, the man knew his shit," Blink said, trying to bring us out of our mini-depression. Specs was left to stare in wonder at the hundreds of titles on his wall. Blink and I descended and then walked across the hall, to stop between two staircases, a straight wooden one with each step a different size and type of wood, and a wooden spiral, which I recognized.
"This one's mine," Blink said proudly patting the odder of the two staircases.
"This one's yours," he grinned and led me upwards and into the calming room I had stayed in the night before. It looked different during the day. Small crystals, looking like they hung from the air itself were suspended from the ceiling. The canopy bed that I was rather fond of, with its t-shirt fabric sheets looked untouched. One the other side of the room, however, I too noticed something interesting. Across from the bed was what looked like a waterfall behind clear glass.
" Everett built a series of hidden chambers for the water. That thing has run, without stopping, for about two centuries. It's nice if you don't have to pee," so articulate.
"Wow," I said quietly. Being in a room like this, you feel you have to be quiet, or you'll shatter the glass.
"Well, um, dinner is promptly, and I do mean promptly, at seven," Blink said, speaking as quietly as I. He then gave me a shy smile, and turned to leave.
"Wait."
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Spec's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I slept and slept, until someone knocked on my door. I looked up, and as my vision cleared, saw Charlotte tip-toeing into the room.
"Are you all right?" Her voice is almost a whisper.
"Yeah," She shushes me.
" Colby hears every solitary sound in this castle.he's sleeping at the moment and if you wake him up, we'll be eating you," good to know.
"Oh, thanks," I whispered back,
"Dutchy's with your brother, telling him griffon stories. Blink never came out of Pie Eater's room. Mike and Joe are down in the basement doing.things. And Spot, as you know, is.waking up," wait a second, wasn't he sleeping?
"How d'you know?"
"I just.know. C'mon, dinner," she grabs my arm and leads me downstairs. A brilliant feast has been set upon the table at which my brothers and their companions sat. Pie Eater is blushing furiously.I must ask him about that. Mike and Joe are the next to arrive, and then Spot. He sits down next to Charlie and digs in. I take this as an okay and do likewise.
"So, um, what kind of books do you have in your library," well? Someone needs to talk, why not me?
"We have magic books. We have sixty volumes of prophecies, eighty volumes of spells. The only known dictionary of every magical creature.ever. Three thousand seventy-six volumes, one for each creature in the dictionary. Mythology from everywhere: Greek, Roman, Asian, American and myths from places you've never heard of. We have shelves and shelves of fairy tails and an entire wall, dedicated to mere fiction," Dutchy finished and took a sip of water.
"Pass the salad please?" he asked. Certainly an odd sort of fellow.
"Your room is a smaller less conclusive version," Blink offered, passing the salad.
"Perhaps I should lay down the rules," Spot interrupted.
"This is my castle, thus making me king. You are not allowed in anyone's room without their proper permission and supervision. You are not allowed in my or Charlie's room period,"
"Spo-" Charlie made a move to protest, and Spot interrupted her once more.
"No one's allowed in the kitchen, my study, the weapons chamber or the blood room. You break a rule and we'll throw your entire family out. Got it?" we all nodded glumly and kept our rude thoughts to ourselves for fear of being kicked out then and there.
"However, you can use Mike and Joe as guides," oh, joy.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Mike's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Okay, that was a little harsh, don't you think?
I mean, we don't even know these people and Spot wants us giving them night tours? Huh uh. Charlotte looked pissed. She stabbed at her food, but never really ate it. Her black-rimmed eyes were narrowed, and the cursing thoughts were running so fast through her mind that even I couldn't pick up on them. Spot was apparently also unable. She pushed back from the table and let her fork fall to the plate with a crash.
"Charlie.what'cha doin?" Spot questioned.
"I leaving.or is that not allowed either?" she spat, turning on her heel and walking off towards her staircase.
(_(_(_(_(_Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
He has no right. I'm not his to own. Sure he took me in, and took care of me, but that doesn't give him the right to take over my life. I thought to myself, walking up the staircase and into my room. It's the white room. Everything in it is crisp and white and clean.I love it. I locked the door behind me and glared at the wall upon hearing a rapping, a gentle tapping, tapping at my chamber door.
(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, that was certainly uncalled for. I shot a glare at Spot and then excused myself to go save Charlie from herself.again. I knocked softly on the door, waited a moment, and heard nothing.
"Charlie? It's Dutchy," The door opened and I walked inside. It closed and locked behind me.
"He doesn't own me," she whispered, plopping onto her bed.
"I know, he's just protective of you," this was not going to be an easy evening.
"Yeah well, I'm sick of him being protective!" Oh dear.
"Well, he isn't going to change. You of all people should know that," she wasn't going to take that for an answer.
"I'm going with you," she declared after about an hour of us yelling at each other.
"Down stairs?" I don't know what she's talking about.
" To Colorado," Oh. Okay.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Charlotte's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Are you nuts?" Spot asked incredulously when I confronted him in his study that evening.
"No. I am going to Colorado," if that wasn't clear enough, maybe he really does belong in an asylum.
"Yes, I'm going to send you with strangers on a suicide mission to the other side of the country. Where do I sign?"
"You aren't sending me, I'm sending myself. And they aren't strangers anymore, besides, Dutchy and Blink will be there, protecting me. You know Dutchy wouldn't let anything happen to me,"
I have him there.
(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
She has me there.
"I still don't like it. And besides, we already have five tickets.so unless you plan on being in someone's luggage." I have her there.
"What? You don't think we can get tickets? You're a smart elf.but when it comes to reality, you're really out of it," Oh, that makes sense.
Now she's turning to leave. She's mad at me, I can tell. Even without my psychic abilities, that's obvious. I could have forbid it; refused to buy tickets or something. Then, however, she might have unleashed the telekinetic ability she has pounding inside her head. I know you all think I'm the bad guy, but let me give you some background info.
Charlotte Nicole Smith was a special girl. When she was thirteen, her parents began to notice that she seemed to be finishing their sentences left and right. She would have mood swings and tantrums in her room, which, afterwards looked like it had been hit with a wrecking ball. She was a beautiful girl, though it seemed she had no future. Once, she and a boyfriend whom she had known from child hood had gotten into a fight over what he had tried to make her do. He was pushing her farther than she wanted to go. She screamed and the piercing note echoed through his brain, making him stumble and then fall through the window to his death. She was then deemed a danger to society, and taken to an asylum. She was running away when she ran in to me, quite literally, mind you. She was rather upset that she would be taken from one asylum to another, and I didn't really blame her for that one. We lived together, just her and me.but nothing happened. Well, nothing like you're thinking. Nothing, romantically speaking. And I protected her; it was my duty. It wasn't, as they say, everything, it was the only thing. Then Mike and Joe showed up meaning peace and the rest is.yeah.
So I was pondering this when Blink knocked on my door. I know it was Blink because.well, I do.
"Come in," He did.
"We wont let anyone hurt her," He began in a serious tone. I cut him off.
"What happens if they take you off first? Huh?" I'm not letting her go.
"Well, perhaps you've forgotten, but Charlie has some pretty kick ass abilities," Well, fine.
"I still don't see why we're doing this," He sighed and looked me in the eye.
"We're doing this because Race isn't like other guys. Neither are you, or me, or Mike, or Joe, or Dutch or anyone. We're doing this because those that are different need to be saved. We're doing this because you saved my ass a couple of times, and I want to pass it on," Well, that was profound.
"Yes, but why are you taking Charlie?" Ah! I have a point!
"The amulet, or so they tell me, is hidden in a cavern about the size of three astrodomes. This place is crazy big, and crazy dangerous. We need her abilities," I hate it when he's logical.
"I'm gonna leave now..and we're leaving Saturday."
(_(_(_(_(_Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
The four days passed and I came to know that the house was generally empty during the day, save for Mike, Joe, and Charlotte. And sometimes even my brothers and I.
"Ready?" Charlie was standing in my doorway looking expectant. She wore jeans and a navy tank top. Charlotte was apparently all about dark colors.
"Yeah," I grabbed my backpack and my suitcase and headed downstairs. There was a large black astro-van parked out back. Blink and Pie Eater were in the back, Specs and I had been placed in the middle, and while Charlie sat up front, Dutchy drove.
Okay, sorry about the war scene in the first bit. But It got better didn't it? And about Charlotte, I really am sick of damsels in distress. So, Charlie can kick ass. Got a problem with it? That's fine..no, really. So, how do you guys feel about our favorite Cyclops being a damsel?
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I've never been to hell, but I'm pretty sure I know what it looks like.
Race, Pie and I walked into our house, resolving that this was the day we were going to ask our parents about Colorado. We had been practicing exactly the answer we'd give to any question either parent could possible come up with. We were finally going to do it. We never got the chance.
The second I turned the knob I sensed something was wrong. There was an odd odor and the kitchen was a complete mess. As we progressed further, we found things got more and more out of the ordinary. I was picking through the living room, which looked like it had fallen victim to a tornado, when I heard Race yell. I ran as fast as I could to Dad's office, which Race said he would pick over. The poor kid had dropped to his knees in the doorway, and when I looked past him, I saw why.
"Mommy?" the word came out a pitiful whisper as I looked upon the people who had raised us. My mother lay on the floor. She had been worked over with a knife. Her face was white, her bright honey colored eyes opened wide in death. Her black hair was sticky with blood. My father was slumped over in front of her; it was obvious he'd been protecting her. He had been shot, multiple times.
"Dad?" I heard Pie's voice catch in his throat as his eyes took in the scene before us.
"Jesus H. Christ." Race whispered as I walked into the room, bent down, and closed my dearest mothers eyes.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"What do we do now?" Race asked as we trudged into our room.
"We pack, then we leave-" Pie began when Specs cut him off.
"You aren't suggesting we."
"Yeah! I mean, where the hell else is there? Our brother's a.whatever the hell he is! Our parents are dead.um, hello? That strikes me as our only option at the moment!" Pie yelled, grabbing a suitcase and shoving clothing into it.
"He has a point," I whispered, doing the same.
"Shut up Race," Specs countered, but he too soon began packing.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Blinks POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
To tell you the truth, I couldn't believe my eye when I saw them. They looked as if they had been through hell again. Charlie walked up behind me and shook her head, obviously hearing something Race had put forth for her to hear.
"That's." Mike cut her off, as usual.
"What the hell are they still doing here?" He questioned, walking down the stairs from his bedroom.
"They have a reason," Charlie whispered as she led the three wordlessly into the dining room.
"D'you want somethin' to eat?" I tried to be hospitable. They all shook their heads as Mike trudged in glaring at the three.
"Oh no.oh no, no," he said sitting down.
"No what?" I hate not being telepathic.
"They want to live here, Spot wont stand it," he reported.
"Then we outvote him!" hey, I like these guys.
"Our parents are dead Mike. There's nowhere else," Specs makes a good point.
"Blink, I'm warning you," Well, have a hissy fit!
"Why are there people in my dining room?" Spot had entered the room. Charlie apparently told him something because he nodded and looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head.
(_(_(_(_(_(_( Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
That's when I noticed the long thin scar on his neck. For a second, I took in all of him; his every inch. He was clad in baggy (ish) [1] jeans and a long sleeved white thermal shirt. His feet were bare. He shot me a look and I rolled my eyes before looking at Charlotte, who had changed into black Dickies and a black tank top.
"Colby," she began, "this morning, their parents were killed. I've seen it. The have nowhere else to go given their current circumstances, just let them stay. At least until we find that amulet thingy," she rushed all in one breath. Everyone's eyes turned to Spot, he, in turn, glared back at each one of them with those steely gray orbs.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Fine," I heard Spot utter a single word as I walked into the dining room and o my delight found Specs, his brother and the changeling.
"Come back to take another gander at the Zodiac?" I questioned, and then sensing their distress, I shut my trap.
"They will have plenty of time to gander, Dutch, their moving in," Mike didn't sound to thrilled. Well, okay.
"I thought you of all people would be pleased," Spot said, peering from me to Specs, and then raising his eyebrows.
"I am pl- I am not gay!" I rarely yell, but this is really getting old.
"Keep telling yourself that," Spot continued.
"My goodness, what is your obsession?" I asked exasperatedly. He poked me in the stomach, and turned to walk away.
"It's not an obsession."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Specs POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, that went okay.
"C'mon, lets get you guys moved in before dinner," Blink was really warming up to us, I think.
He lead us through the great hall, pausing and spending a great deal more time than Dutchy had, explained the black zodiac to my brothers. Ugh, such the drama queen. We then headed up to a black iron staircase, the door leading from it looked like the door to a castle.or worse, a dungeon.
"Race," he said quietly. Race hesitantly crept up the stairs and held his breath as Blink opened the door. We followed them up to get a better look. The room was amazing, if that's the word. The floor was stone, the bed frame seemed to be made from spears, and it was covered in black satin sheets and in the corner stood a suit of armor. Battle axes, broad swords, spears, long swords, cross bows and other things I couldn't identify lined the walls. Race uttered one word as he sank into the bed.
"Cool."
(_(_(_(_(_(_Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
We left Race in his room and headed down the staircase. The next staircase we came to was Charlotte's, then Spot's, then Dutchy's. The next staircase was cherry wood, and not as impressive as Spot's. We headed up the staircase. This was to be Specs' room. The door was massive, and the same wood as the staircase. Blink threw it open dramatically. Inside were a four-poster bed and a small dresser. The bed and dresser were nice yes, but the impressive thing was that there was a library, about the size of the one downstairs, on the other side of the room. Leather bound books lined the wall from floor to ceiling.
"He was a madman, but when it came to interior decorating, the man knew his shit," Blink said, trying to bring us out of our mini-depression. Specs was left to stare in wonder at the hundreds of titles on his wall. Blink and I descended and then walked across the hall, to stop between two staircases, a straight wooden one with each step a different size and type of wood, and a wooden spiral, which I recognized.
"This one's mine," Blink said proudly patting the odder of the two staircases.
"This one's yours," he grinned and led me upwards and into the calming room I had stayed in the night before. It looked different during the day. Small crystals, looking like they hung from the air itself were suspended from the ceiling. The canopy bed that I was rather fond of, with its t-shirt fabric sheets looked untouched. One the other side of the room, however, I too noticed something interesting. Across from the bed was what looked like a waterfall behind clear glass.
" Everett built a series of hidden chambers for the water. That thing has run, without stopping, for about two centuries. It's nice if you don't have to pee," so articulate.
"Wow," I said quietly. Being in a room like this, you feel you have to be quiet, or you'll shatter the glass.
"Well, um, dinner is promptly, and I do mean promptly, at seven," Blink said, speaking as quietly as I. He then gave me a shy smile, and turned to leave.
"Wait."
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_Spec's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I slept and slept, until someone knocked on my door. I looked up, and as my vision cleared, saw Charlotte tip-toeing into the room.
"Are you all right?" Her voice is almost a whisper.
"Yeah," She shushes me.
" Colby hears every solitary sound in this castle.he's sleeping at the moment and if you wake him up, we'll be eating you," good to know.
"Oh, thanks," I whispered back,
"Dutchy's with your brother, telling him griffon stories. Blink never came out of Pie Eater's room. Mike and Joe are down in the basement doing.things. And Spot, as you know, is.waking up," wait a second, wasn't he sleeping?
"How d'you know?"
"I just.know. C'mon, dinner," she grabs my arm and leads me downstairs. A brilliant feast has been set upon the table at which my brothers and their companions sat. Pie Eater is blushing furiously.I must ask him about that. Mike and Joe are the next to arrive, and then Spot. He sits down next to Charlie and digs in. I take this as an okay and do likewise.
"So, um, what kind of books do you have in your library," well? Someone needs to talk, why not me?
"We have magic books. We have sixty volumes of prophecies, eighty volumes of spells. The only known dictionary of every magical creature.ever. Three thousand seventy-six volumes, one for each creature in the dictionary. Mythology from everywhere: Greek, Roman, Asian, American and myths from places you've never heard of. We have shelves and shelves of fairy tails and an entire wall, dedicated to mere fiction," Dutchy finished and took a sip of water.
"Pass the salad please?" he asked. Certainly an odd sort of fellow.
"Your room is a smaller less conclusive version," Blink offered, passing the salad.
"Perhaps I should lay down the rules," Spot interrupted.
"This is my castle, thus making me king. You are not allowed in anyone's room without their proper permission and supervision. You are not allowed in my or Charlie's room period,"
"Spo-" Charlie made a move to protest, and Spot interrupted her once more.
"No one's allowed in the kitchen, my study, the weapons chamber or the blood room. You break a rule and we'll throw your entire family out. Got it?" we all nodded glumly and kept our rude thoughts to ourselves for fear of being kicked out then and there.
"However, you can use Mike and Joe as guides," oh, joy.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Mike's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Okay, that was a little harsh, don't you think?
I mean, we don't even know these people and Spot wants us giving them night tours? Huh uh. Charlotte looked pissed. She stabbed at her food, but never really ate it. Her black-rimmed eyes were narrowed, and the cursing thoughts were running so fast through her mind that even I couldn't pick up on them. Spot was apparently also unable. She pushed back from the table and let her fork fall to the plate with a crash.
"Charlie.what'cha doin?" Spot questioned.
"I leaving.or is that not allowed either?" she spat, turning on her heel and walking off towards her staircase.
(_(_(_(_(_Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
He has no right. I'm not his to own. Sure he took me in, and took care of me, but that doesn't give him the right to take over my life. I thought to myself, walking up the staircase and into my room. It's the white room. Everything in it is crisp and white and clean.I love it. I locked the door behind me and glared at the wall upon hearing a rapping, a gentle tapping, tapping at my chamber door.
(_(_(_(_(_Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, that was certainly uncalled for. I shot a glare at Spot and then excused myself to go save Charlie from herself.again. I knocked softly on the door, waited a moment, and heard nothing.
"Charlie? It's Dutchy," The door opened and I walked inside. It closed and locked behind me.
"He doesn't own me," she whispered, plopping onto her bed.
"I know, he's just protective of you," this was not going to be an easy evening.
"Yeah well, I'm sick of him being protective!" Oh dear.
"Well, he isn't going to change. You of all people should know that," she wasn't going to take that for an answer.
"I'm going with you," she declared after about an hour of us yelling at each other.
"Down stairs?" I don't know what she's talking about.
" To Colorado," Oh. Okay.
(_(_(_(_(_(_Charlotte's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Are you nuts?" Spot asked incredulously when I confronted him in his study that evening.
"No. I am going to Colorado," if that wasn't clear enough, maybe he really does belong in an asylum.
"Yes, I'm going to send you with strangers on a suicide mission to the other side of the country. Where do I sign?"
"You aren't sending me, I'm sending myself. And they aren't strangers anymore, besides, Dutchy and Blink will be there, protecting me. You know Dutchy wouldn't let anything happen to me,"
I have him there.
(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
She has me there.
"I still don't like it. And besides, we already have five tickets.so unless you plan on being in someone's luggage." I have her there.
"What? You don't think we can get tickets? You're a smart elf.but when it comes to reality, you're really out of it," Oh, that makes sense.
Now she's turning to leave. She's mad at me, I can tell. Even without my psychic abilities, that's obvious. I could have forbid it; refused to buy tickets or something. Then, however, she might have unleashed the telekinetic ability she has pounding inside her head. I know you all think I'm the bad guy, but let me give you some background info.
Charlotte Nicole Smith was a special girl. When she was thirteen, her parents began to notice that she seemed to be finishing their sentences left and right. She would have mood swings and tantrums in her room, which, afterwards looked like it had been hit with a wrecking ball. She was a beautiful girl, though it seemed she had no future. Once, she and a boyfriend whom she had known from child hood had gotten into a fight over what he had tried to make her do. He was pushing her farther than she wanted to go. She screamed and the piercing note echoed through his brain, making him stumble and then fall through the window to his death. She was then deemed a danger to society, and taken to an asylum. She was running away when she ran in to me, quite literally, mind you. She was rather upset that she would be taken from one asylum to another, and I didn't really blame her for that one. We lived together, just her and me.but nothing happened. Well, nothing like you're thinking. Nothing, romantically speaking. And I protected her; it was my duty. It wasn't, as they say, everything, it was the only thing. Then Mike and Joe showed up meaning peace and the rest is.yeah.
So I was pondering this when Blink knocked on my door. I know it was Blink because.well, I do.
"Come in," He did.
"We wont let anyone hurt her," He began in a serious tone. I cut him off.
"What happens if they take you off first? Huh?" I'm not letting her go.
"Well, perhaps you've forgotten, but Charlie has some pretty kick ass abilities," Well, fine.
"I still don't see why we're doing this," He sighed and looked me in the eye.
"We're doing this because Race isn't like other guys. Neither are you, or me, or Mike, or Joe, or Dutch or anyone. We're doing this because those that are different need to be saved. We're doing this because you saved my ass a couple of times, and I want to pass it on," Well, that was profound.
"Yes, but why are you taking Charlie?" Ah! I have a point!
"The amulet, or so they tell me, is hidden in a cavern about the size of three astrodomes. This place is crazy big, and crazy dangerous. We need her abilities," I hate it when he's logical.
"I'm gonna leave now..and we're leaving Saturday."
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The four days passed and I came to know that the house was generally empty during the day, save for Mike, Joe, and Charlotte. And sometimes even my brothers and I.
"Ready?" Charlie was standing in my doorway looking expectant. She wore jeans and a navy tank top. Charlotte was apparently all about dark colors.
"Yeah," I grabbed my backpack and my suitcase and headed downstairs. There was a large black astro-van parked out back. Blink and Pie Eater were in the back, Specs and I had been placed in the middle, and while Charlie sat up front, Dutchy drove.
Okay, sorry about the war scene in the first bit. But It got better didn't it? And about Charlotte, I really am sick of damsels in distress. So, Charlie can kick ass. Got a problem with it? That's fine..no, really. So, how do you guys feel about our favorite Cyclops being a damsel?
Quote: "You selfish little terror!" "I don't try to be mum," "Yes, well, you're very good at it," "Really? Why thank you," "Oh, I love you Lei," "I love you mum," -My Mum and I- We aren't in movies.but we should be.
ShoutOUTS: Yes! All three of you! My street soldiers!
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