Suspicion
(Or)
Early Memoirs of a Werewolf's Sister
By:
Loonybin
(This idea just sort of struck me while I was
writing, Presenting…Sci-Fi City. I came to me while writing the end where Tommy
and Cass agree to go London with Merton and Cally. I know I never brought
Cass's family out much and the show doesn't exactly go into major detail on
Merton's; only in Tommy's family did we ever discover anything about the
members. So that's who I'm focusing on in this story, Tommy's family. It's a
bit AU-ish but I felt like I had to write this because there were so many loose
ends.
Now the reason it's AU-ish is because I'm adding
in a member to Tommy's family. Here he has a younger sister about fourteen or
fifteen, her name is Lena. I don't know why I decided to add her suddenly, but
I did; she just seems perfect to narrate this. All the other characters will
still be here and nothing more will be changed.
Also another word of warning, the story tends to
do a bit of bouncing back and forth. It starts in the present, and then goes to
the Stacy years (or, ahem…the Dark Ages, as I prefer to refer to them as), from
there I don't know, but you get the picture.
You'll get the big picture once you start reading.
I truly hope you like it and if you would review I'd be greatly obliged. Also
in your reviews you could maybe tell me if you like Lena. If so I could write
her into further stories.
Yours
till the day I stop writing,
Loonybin
(7/9/01)
P.S-
I can't post the next part of the King Arthur story until people review this
and tell me whether or not to write Lena in.
~
Damn. Ok, how do you start one of these things? I
suppose you explain a little. But this is for school, I can't explain anything.
The teacher asked for an autobiography at least six pages long. I'm going to
get an F. If I handed anything close to a true autobiography in, I'd probably
be in a hell of a lot a trouble.
I hate my life.
Maybe if I watered it down? No, can't. I'll take
the F then. This paper I write will be for me. My eye's only. There, that works.
My teacher can take that F and shove it up…well never mind. I can explain now.
I deserve to be able to see this on paper. After all, it muddled my brain for a
few good years.
Let's skip the basic dates and boring information,
like my first school play and stuff like that. I think maybe you'd like to know
some nice and juicy stuff about me, eh? Ok, I will have to tell you my name
though, so here…
I go by Lena. Not my
real name, but then, I'm known to change it. The name on my birth certificate
says Angelique Gabriela Dawkins, and my parents call me Angelique, only Tommy
goes along with my name-changing thing. At around age eight I decided that
Angelique didn't suite my tastes and from that day on I made it a tradition to
change my name at every New Years. This years was Lena.
Next to my family, my name changing sounds quite
normal. My dad was the mayor, normal enough. My mom's the town's head
newscaster. Ok, you say, fine. I have two brothers, Tommy and Dean. Dean's the
oldest and Tommy's the middle kid. Me I'm the youngest of course. The TV and
Dean are like symmbiot's, on can't live without the other. It's a sad state of
affairs, let me tell you that. Then…there's Tommy. Out of him and Dean, he's my
favorite. We've always gotten along, and he was just sort of the perfect big
brother. Our six-year difference didn't keep us from hanging out. He took me to
the Factory for the first time when I was eight. as I got older he'd let me
come with him when he and his friends went to the movies and things like that. I
told him everything, and he was always there to give advice. And mostly, he
told me everything…mostly.
This, this is why I'm taking the F that Miss.
James is sure to hand to me when I come to school paperless. How, am I going to
write this? If my parents see it, they're going to freak.
Fine, I can write it's just a matter of writing so
I don't feel bad about it.
I
lived in Pleasantville, Massachusetts, a state with a long history of
supernatural going-on's. This is a story, or if you prefer, a memoir of
how I found these going-on's right under my own roof.
~
I remember my year of sixth grade well. It was the
end of the first day of school and I was standing outside the school with my
friends waiting for Tommy to come pick me up; it was his first day of school
too. He was supposed to come at 3:30. I knew there was a possibility that he
might be a little late because he had football practice. I was there until
four. He never came. So I started home by myself wondering if he'd been hurt at
practice or something.
Turns out, he just forgot.
At least, that was the excuse he gave as I sat
down with him at home. But something was wrong, I could tell. We talked for a
while, then he went up to his room. Homework, he claimed. When my parents came
home I covered for him and said that yes he had picked me up. Through dinner I
tried to catch his eye but he stared down at his plate almost never looking up.
I kicked it out of my mind for the time being, passing it off as school
jitters. As I look back on that now, I've decided that I was incredibly naïve,
but then I was only eleven.
Tommy
was like that the whole week; closed in and quiet. Then the next Monday came,
and he seemed better. My best friends sister also disappeared. My friends name
was Ron Hanson, his sister's Stacy, my brothers at the time on-and-off
girlfriend. Stacy was gone for a good two days before she came back. I found
out later that it was actually the bookmobile ladies fault, but of course at
the time I had no idea. Tommy wasn't around much for those two days either. My
eleven-year-old mind came to the conclusion that they were out in a hotel room
somewhere. I didn't tell anyone my theory, but I desperately wanted to ask
Tommy.
~
At the end of October I started to sharpen up and
listen to the new around me. At about that time the biggest new in
Pleasantville was the supposed werewolf running around. This caught my
interest, and I paid attention. I watched every single report my mom did on the
wolf and every exclusive where Tim and Travis Eckert claimed to have caught
him. The search seemed to be going nowhere, but I really wanted to know if
there was one, so I went to Tommy. He always had an answer for everything, so I
assumed he would for this. The night before Halloween I went up to his door and
knocked.
"Who is it?" he called.
"It's me Remy." My name that year happened to Remy
and I of course used it everywhere.
"Uh, can it wait?" I detected ounces of
nervousness in his voice, and became a little worried.
"Tommy, are you ok?" I stood out side the door biting
my lip. "Do you want me to get mom or dad?"
He didn't answer, and I abandoned all
courteousness and tried the door. It was locked.
"Remy!" he heard me trying the door. "I'm fine.
I'm just working."
I felt a bit rejected; he'd never not had time
before. Something was up. It was then when I figured out that part of the
little mystery. But I wasn't satisfied there, no. I had to know, exactly what
was the matter before I'd be happy.
I didn't know then that finding out what might
hurt…a lot.
(A/n- I know what you're probably thinking…Lena's
gonna get bitten by Tommy. Well you're wrong. Anyway, do you like? I hope)
~
I kept a notebook of clues I found about Tommy. I
still have it now, and laugh sometimes when I look at it. My two major clues
were that my friend Ron said that Stacy was complaining because she said Tommy
ditched on dates a lot. My other and most important clue was that one day at
Breakfast I swore I saw Tommy's eyes flash yellow. At the time, he said it was
trick of my eyes, or something like that.
"Then how do you explain the date ditching?" I
persisted.
He shot me a look. "Let me guess, your little
friend Ron filled you in?"
I just nodded trying to look determined.
"One day Remy, you'll start dating and you'll
learn what it's like to get cold feet." He said grinning a little.
I scowled; I wasn't amused. "I think it's more
than cold feet Tommy. There's something going on, and I don't understand why I
can't know."
He jumped a little at my tone. I remember being
pleased, thinking maybe I'd gotten through to him, finally. Regrettably it was
to no gain. He didn't answer me and went over to Merton's. Who at the time, I
hadn't met yet.
Lori
was defiantly higher on my people-rating list than Stacy was. When she started
trying to warm up to Tommy I stuck close by her side. She didn't seem to mind
much either. I think we both knew there was something up with Tommy. She tried
to worm info outa me and I from her. Damn it was funny. Both of us subtly
giving the other third degree. But then one day after three weeks of the third
degree shit, she stopped.
She and Tommy started dating.
The train for my mystery derailed and went off a
cliff. For awhile I blamed Lori for it, but then realized that I'd just have to
work a spot harder, because no matter how much Tommy tried to take my mind off
the subject I refused.
In March she and Tommy broke up.
In about May Tommy got another girl friend. I didn't meet
her until July that summer. Enter Cassandra Black. The clues picked up once she
came into my brother's picture. You could tell those two were made for each
other. She was a year younger than him, but that didn't seem to matter. They
could often be found hiking in the forest or down in Merton's lair. That is,
when they weren't at college. Tommy took me down there one day; a mistake on
his part. It got me thinking about the Pleasantville Werewolf again. The news
about the wolf had died down in mid December, but I knew the idea that one
existed was in my sub-consciousness. Being in Merton's lair resurfaced it, and
got me to thinking about a new theory.
'Well,' I thought, looking around the lair. 'I
wonder what goes down in here during a full moon?'
~
It was a few years before I actually tried anything, I
wanted more proof. There wasn't a lot to be found, Tommy hid his tracks well.
What I did find took me four years to scrape up. Yeah, I stayed with this for
four years…I have no life. No, just kidding. But anyway, Tommy and his friends
were in college now and I didn't see them much. He never wanted anyone in the
apartment he shared with Cass. The only times I ever saw him was when he came
home, hence, I'll start there.
~
"Tommy." I turned to my older brother trying to look as
innocent as possible. I wanted this to go off with out me bursting into
laughter or even tears, from being so cruel.
"Yeah?" He looked up. "What'd you need?
"I was wondering, could we go to the movies?"
"To see what?" he still sounded distant to me. I
turned to face him.
"Werewolf Rampage. It's this movie this werewolf
goes around killing all these humans. Ron said it's really good." I put on a
fake smile.
He looked a little sick, but he masked it well. "I
though you were more into the artsy flicks."
This was true, and still is. "A change couldn't
hurt, but if you're busy…"
"Yeah," he got up and walked to the back door.
"Cass and I are going to the Factory."
"But the Factory's…" I stopped, for he'd left all
ready. I was trying to tell him the Factory was closed for repairs. Everyone in
town knew this, and I knew he did too. So I got up and went out the back door
hoping to catch up with him, so I could follow him. I was almost sure now that
he was the werewolf. I wished I had someone to tell, but I wouldn't, if only
for Tommy's sake. I wished he'd trusted me enough to tell me right off the bat,
but for some reason he didn't. Some how that still bothers me sometimes, but
typically I brush it off.
Keeping
up with Merton's hearse wasn't hard. He was driving slowly for some reason. I'd
followed Tommy to Merton's place where Cass and Lori were. A few minutes later
they'd all gotten into Merton's hearse and headed out to some place that
defiantly wasn't the Factory. The hearse had just stopped in the neighboring
town. It's a little larger than Pleasantville if I remember correctly. They
drove into an underground parking garage. The outside had signs covering it,
warning of the construction going on inside. Nether the less I went in after
the car. My need to find answers was just too large. In side I stayed well out
of Tommy's sight, and ran to hide in a corner. Over my hiding spot were wooden
beams put together to create shelves which house about twenty crates of various
tools. Maybe if I'd been a little older and a bit less naïve I'd have realized
that this was not the best place to hide. I of course did not realize this;
until the fight started and I was so stunned I couldn't make my own damned legs
move.
The fight. I look back on this now. It wasn't
pretty. First and foremost I found out about Tommy. I saw him transform and it
felt like someone had punched me through the stomach. It wasn't the
transforming, it was the fact that Merton, Lori, and Cass didn't looked
surprised at all, which means, they knew. Tommy had told them, before he'd told
me or my mom or dad. I was more than a bit miffed.
As soon as he transformed Cass followed suit. My
jaw fell three feet to the floor. I wondered if Merton and Lori were werewolves
too. But they didn't appear to be, and I was able to push my jaw up about a
foot.
Like I said, the fight wasn't pretty, and it's
another reason I can't hand this in. would Miss. James really believe this? If
I told you that five angry and deranged leprechauns came out of the vents,
would you believe me? Well I hope so, because, that's what happened. Oh, and
these were five angry and deranged and very LARGE leprechauns. I knelt down
lower in my corner and stayed there comfortably watching the fight. They made a
pretty good team. And they're only mistake was, well…technically it wasn't a
mistake, because they didn't know I was there. Tell ya what; I'll let you
decide. I'll just tell the story.
Well, the battle went on for a while soon there
was only one leprechauns left. Tommy decided to use one of the beams holding up
the shelves above me as something to bounce off of to get momentum. He did it
once and the shelves and the crates rumbled a bit, he did it twice and the
shelves gave way.
When he did it the first time I wanted to scream,
but I held it in and screamed in my head; I couldn't make my self get out of
the way. But the second time I couldn't help it. As the tools and the wood
collapsed on me tears came rushing from my eyes and I screamed my shitin' head
off.
Buried under the debris I couldn't see anything. I
felt something wet and disgusting drip from my forehead and into my mouth,
blood. My head felt like it was going to burst open with pounding, and on top
of that I felt dizzy and confused. I tried to move but when I went to move my
leg I found it to be twisted in some funny way, and I could tell it was broken.
This set me to crying harder, but the wood significantly muffled my sobs. I was
of course, mentally cursing my self through out this whole process. On top I
heard someone removing the wood and
tools. It was Tommy.
"Vera." He said softly when he pulled away the
last of the pieces. "Oh my God."
"Who is it?" Called Lori. She'd been holding the
last leprechaun down, but it had disepeared in the distraction.
"It's Vera." He yelled back. Then he looked back
at me. "Are you ok?"
I didn't answer; just kept crying.
"C'mon, stop crying." He hugged me. I buried my
face into his shoulder, and he started to stroke my hair. "I won't ask any
questions right now."
"My leg…" I said through the tears and blood
dripping to my mouth.
"what's the matter?"
"Broken." I grasped him tighter. I felt safer in his
grip.
"Merton. Can you come look at her leg." He moved
so Merton could look.
Merton looked at it grimly. "She needs to get to
the emergency room, and we need a damn good alibi. The bone's protruding from
her leg. We're gonna have to move her out of here if we don't wanna get
arrested."
"Can we drive her to the emergency room?" asked
Cass, walking over.
Merton
nodded and went to get his car. Tommy looked at me judging the best way to pick
me up without hurting my leg. Finally he picked my up awkwardly and walked me
over to the car.
As you might be able to tell, this didn't exactly
go the way it was supposed to. I mean sure I got my proof, but I got a broken
leg to go along with it. Fair deal? I think not.
~
A broken leg, one concussion and twelve stitches later I
was back home, and out of that stupid hospital. Everyone thought that I'd taken
a spill while riding my bike at night, and whenever anyone asked about it, I
claimed not to want to talk about it. I knew I was going to have to face Tommy
sooner or later, but he was letting me get over the shock of everything before
asking me anything. Except our getting over things time, was a bit different.
Tommy gave me a week. A year would've been better. But I didn't tell him that
as he walked in. he pulled over my desk chair and turned it around, then sat
leaning forward against the back.
"Ok," he took a breath. "We need to talk."
"Yeah." I said sheepishly, trying to drown into my
pillows. He got up and closed the door before saying anything.
"I'll start." He said. "What do you want first? An
explanation, or the questions?"
"I'll take questions." I figured it'd be better to get
this over with sooner, rather than later.
"Why were you in that parking lot?" he asked calmly.
"I'm sorry." I put my hand on my forehead and looked down.
"It's just you started acting really weird in the beginning of the fall a few
years ago. I just wanted to know what was up. And you wouldn't tell me, so I
figured I follow you and see for myself."
"And, what do you think no that you know?"
"I don't care about it. I just wanted to know. You usually
tell me everything." I looked up.
"And what if one of those leprechauns had gotten you?" he
challenged.
"I wasn't thinking about that. I just wanted to know if
you were the werewolf. That was it." I shifted my leg, and tried to fit my
fingers inside the cast to scratch it. Being in a cast really isn't very
comfortable.
"You could've gotten hurt a lot worse than this, and I
don't know what I'd do." He sighed. "I guess now that you know you need an explanation?"
"It'd be nice." I said meekly.
He let out another sigh and launched into the tale
starting from the camping trip at the beginning of his senior year (a/n- I'm
not gonna retell it and if you guys don't know, please watch the show). By the
end I was even more stunned then I'd been the other night. Especially when he
told me he'd bitten Cassandra. I jumped a little at that point before
remembering that it was only my brother. At the end of the story his face grew
more serious. I wondered what exactly he was going to say.
"Listen," He bit his lip. "Mom and dad are kind of on
their last straw with you."
I looked up at him. They'd been threatening me with this
for about three years now, so I knew what was coming next. I'd always been the
rebel of the family. Even my friends in London still tell me I'm a rebel. I've
given my parents may problems over the years. What with the name changing thing
I do, the time I almost burnt down the house, now this, and all the other
stunts I've pulled I don't blame them.
"They're on the phone with Saint Johns Penal School right
now." A grin was tugging at his mouth. "You've got two choices. A, go to Saint
Johns, or B, come to England with Cass and I."
"You mean live…"I was stuttering like the best of them.
"Really, I…"
"One condition." He continued. "You've gotta be a
babysitter."
"for who?" I really didn't care for whom; I was going to
England.
"Oh!" Tommy smacked his head. "I forgot to mention. You're
an aunt. You have a nephew named Josh. He's five."
I grinned at the thought.
"Now," Tommy began to pace. "Mom and Dad are not gonna let
you go to London, trust me on this one. Merton and I'll have to think of
something, but don't worry. You won't be going to Saint Johns."
"Thank you, soooo much!" I practically screamed.
"We plan on leaving in August, your leg should be better
by then, right?" he asked
"The doctor said I'd only have to wear it for eight weeks,
so it should. You're actually gonna let me live with you?"
"Sure." He was still grinning. "I think I can handle your
so-called 'antics' and also, for a little sister you're pretty cool."
~
My account sort of ends there. There's not a lot more to
tell, except that as I write this I'm sitting at my desk in Tommy and Cass's
flat in England with Josh begging me to play poker with him. I got out of the
U.S right under my parents noses. I called them as soon as I arrived, sending
them into an un-necessary state of hysterics ("I can't believe your own brother
kidnapped you!" My mother cried). My leg has recovered from the leprechaun
incident and all in all… Life with Tommy and Cass is awesome and defiantly
looking up.
(A/n- how's that for a quick little piece? Please tell me
in that wonderful little box down there. Wait, I'll draw an arrow!)
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