Mother Dearest
A Batman Beyond FanFiction
Written by: Celestial Moon
E-Mail: ArmaniGirlAX@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Terry McGinnis. This story is purely fictional. Some of the characters are my own, etc etc. This is just for the enjoyment of all of you. Please leave some feedback :D
Part 3
Friday 10:37 PM
Gibson Residence
The apartment was warm and cheery inside. Terry felt himself begin to calm down as he held a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.
"It was before you two started dating, Terry."
"So you did know about it?" He inhaled the heavenly scent that wafted up to his nose. Max sat down on the couch across from him.
"Not many people knew. Somehow, Mr. Tan had managed to keep the entire ordeal hush hush. For Dana's sake." She fiddled around with a pencil in her hands. "This recent... murder... has thrown Dana off balance again."
Terry shook his head. "Max, what in the world are you talking about?"
"McGinnis, can't you understand? Her mother was killed by some insane psycho. Dana went out with Chelsea and Blade one night and came back to a gruesome scene. She was the one who discovered her mother's body in her bedroom. In DANA's bedroom." Max leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. "If you ask me, it was a rather traumatic experience," she said dryly.
"So what happened to Christina Wu?"
"Same thing. And it just completely reminded Dana of something that she had tried to hide and repress for a year."
Terry didn't answer. He stared into his mug of swirling chocolate and marshmallow as if it was a crystal ball, hoping that it would give him some answers. "Mother's Day is next Sunday."
Max stared at Terry with a dumbfounded expression. "Excuse me?"
"Mother's Day... It's next Sunday."
"Well, yes, I'm quite aware of that fact. What does that have to do with anything?"
"When did... Dana's mother die?"
"A year ago on Mother's Day... Oh."
"Do you think that someone else will be killed on next Sunday?"
Max sighed. "I don't know. Do you?"
Without answering, Terry stood up and put the mug down on the coffee table. He grabbed his jacket and bag. "I better go home now."
Max nodded. "Don't forget your psychology paper."
"I'll try not to," he replied as he shut the door behind him. The day was getting weirder by the minute.
The rain had slowed down when Terry stepped outside again. The wind was still just as strong but Terry didn't mind it. He got onto his motorcycle and sped in the direction of his house.
Friday 11:13 PM
McGinnis Residence
"Terry's back," Matt howled when Terry walked in with his keys dangling from his index finger. His mother slipped into view, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
"It's raining hard. You better shower and dry yourself before you catch cold," she said quietly. Mary stood back and watched her son remove his shoes and sopping jacket silently. Where did he go? What did he do? She suddenly realized that she knew absolutely nothing about her oldest son. Terry took his bag and disappeared into his room. Mary stared at the closed bedroom door.
"Mom?" Matt asked, oblivious to everything as usual. "I'm hungry."
"I'm cooking, dear. I'm cooking."
Terry removed his wet clothes and hung them on the back of a chair in his room. He walked into the adjoining bathroom that connected his room with Matt's. He turned the shower head on and adjusted the water. Right before he removed his undergarments, his eyes turned towards the mirror and stayed there.
He stared at his reflection. Bags hung below his light blue eyes and his face was a pallid white. Above that, he was shivering from the cold. Terry moved his hair out of his eyes and rubbed his face. It had a deathly feel to it. He tore his eyes away from the mirror and turned the knob that turned the shower off and the bath on. He needed to rest. He slipped into the bathtub and relaxed in the warm water. The steam calmed his anxious nerves.
Terry walked into the living room in a light blue bathrobe that billowed around his muscular frame. He could hear his mother shuffle around the kitchen preparing dinner. His brother was lying in front of the television, his eyes shining with a glazed over look.
"Hey Twip," Terry greeted as he ruffled his younger brother's hair.
"Don't touch me. Hey!" Matt cried as Terry grabbed the remote and changed the channel. "I was watching first!"
"Too bad."
"MOOMMMMMMM!" Matt hollered.
Matt ran screaming into the kitchen to find his mother. Terry settled down into the couch and flipped to the news. He sat up when he saw the picture of Christina.
"It was a somber night in Gotham City today for the Wu family. Allison Wu was found dead in her apartment the night before. The cause has not yet been determined and the police are still looking into it. The killer is still on the loose. We urge everyone to lock their doors and windows tonight, as a cautious move to prevent anymore mishaps. Coming up after the break, celebrity John Martin has been nominated as the performer of the year for his song, 'Don't Give Up'."
Terry switched the channel back to what Matt was watching before and cupped his chin in his hands. He had a feeling that the Commissioner wouldn't like him interfering with what she termed 'police business.'
"Dinner," his mother called out. Terry shut off the TV and headed towards the dining area. The smell of cheese had started his stomach on a rumbling rampage.
Friday 11:13 PM
Richards Residence
Gotham Towers
Denise Richards stretched out on her satin covered bed. After a long week of teaching, she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She sat up and stared at her room. It was a large room surrounded by large picture windows. Her apartment stood on the 31st floor of her building, providing her room with a spectacular view at night. The rain had already passed by hours ago and the sky was once again clear enough to see the brightly shining jewels above. The room was entirely in lavender, a color that she had adored since she was but a child.
Her bedroom door slipped open and her puppy trotted in. The white ball of fluff leaped onto the bed and snuggled by her side. "Hi JJ," she whispered, scratching the dog behind its ears. The dog whimpered.
Denise leaned over and picked up the remote.
Outside she could hear the whir of cars speeding past, the occasional horns; the normal city sounds. Everything in her apartment was nice and quiet. That was one of the advantages of living alone -- You didn't have to put up with other people. Suddenly, she heard a soft bump in the outside rooms. Her fingers clenched at the bed sheets, her heart racing. It was probably nothing, but she couldn't help being afraid because of the recent rash of killings. Pulling a robe around her waist, Denise stood up and walked softly to the door. With the carpet under her feet, it was nearly impossibly to detect any footsteps.
She opened the door slowly and picked up the fireplace poker. The hallway was dark and the shadows seemed to jump out at her from every corner. Gripping the metal rod, she threw the lights on. The shadows danced and leapt for safety when the room was suddenly bathed in the bright light. Denise sighed and leaned against the wall as she examined her living room. It was nothing. Most likely, someone upstairs had dropped something or had fallen. Her eyes ran over the perimeter of the room before she turned around to retire back to her bedroom.
She felt anxious and jumpy from the scare. Her hands trembling, she returned to her room and leaned the poker against the wall. Her dog stood on her bed, the slight weight of its body barely making a dent in the sheets. Its eyes were wide circles that reflected the dancing flames from the fireplace.
"Oh JJ..." Denise said, her voice shaking. She ran over to the bed and grabbed hold of the dog, squeezing it close to her body. She could feel the quick heartbeats of the small animal against her skin. There she was, a 24 year old acting like a 5 year old after a horrible nightmare. It was times like these that she wished that she was no longer alone, that she had a family to protect her and care for her. Shaking, she slipped into the sheets with her dog.
The fire cast a warmth against the sheets and against her body, giving her a pleasant tranquil feeling. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier as slowly, she fell into a deep sleep with JJ by her side.
A Batman Beyond FanFiction
Written by: Celestial Moon
E-Mail: ArmaniGirlAX@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Terry McGinnis. This story is purely fictional. Some of the characters are my own, etc etc. This is just for the enjoyment of all of you. Please leave some feedback :D
Part 3
Friday 10:37 PM
Gibson Residence
The apartment was warm and cheery inside. Terry felt himself begin to calm down as he held a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.
"It was before you two started dating, Terry."
"So you did know about it?" He inhaled the heavenly scent that wafted up to his nose. Max sat down on the couch across from him.
"Not many people knew. Somehow, Mr. Tan had managed to keep the entire ordeal hush hush. For Dana's sake." She fiddled around with a pencil in her hands. "This recent... murder... has thrown Dana off balance again."
Terry shook his head. "Max, what in the world are you talking about?"
"McGinnis, can't you understand? Her mother was killed by some insane psycho. Dana went out with Chelsea and Blade one night and came back to a gruesome scene. She was the one who discovered her mother's body in her bedroom. In DANA's bedroom." Max leaned back and folded her arms across her chest. "If you ask me, it was a rather traumatic experience," she said dryly.
"So what happened to Christina Wu?"
"Same thing. And it just completely reminded Dana of something that she had tried to hide and repress for a year."
Terry didn't answer. He stared into his mug of swirling chocolate and marshmallow as if it was a crystal ball, hoping that it would give him some answers. "Mother's Day is next Sunday."
Max stared at Terry with a dumbfounded expression. "Excuse me?"
"Mother's Day... It's next Sunday."
"Well, yes, I'm quite aware of that fact. What does that have to do with anything?"
"When did... Dana's mother die?"
"A year ago on Mother's Day... Oh."
"Do you think that someone else will be killed on next Sunday?"
Max sighed. "I don't know. Do you?"
Without answering, Terry stood up and put the mug down on the coffee table. He grabbed his jacket and bag. "I better go home now."
Max nodded. "Don't forget your psychology paper."
"I'll try not to," he replied as he shut the door behind him. The day was getting weirder by the minute.
The rain had slowed down when Terry stepped outside again. The wind was still just as strong but Terry didn't mind it. He got onto his motorcycle and sped in the direction of his house.
Friday 11:13 PM
McGinnis Residence
"Terry's back," Matt howled when Terry walked in with his keys dangling from his index finger. His mother slipped into view, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
"It's raining hard. You better shower and dry yourself before you catch cold," she said quietly. Mary stood back and watched her son remove his shoes and sopping jacket silently. Where did he go? What did he do? She suddenly realized that she knew absolutely nothing about her oldest son. Terry took his bag and disappeared into his room. Mary stared at the closed bedroom door.
"Mom?" Matt asked, oblivious to everything as usual. "I'm hungry."
"I'm cooking, dear. I'm cooking."
Terry removed his wet clothes and hung them on the back of a chair in his room. He walked into the adjoining bathroom that connected his room with Matt's. He turned the shower head on and adjusted the water. Right before he removed his undergarments, his eyes turned towards the mirror and stayed there.
He stared at his reflection. Bags hung below his light blue eyes and his face was a pallid white. Above that, he was shivering from the cold. Terry moved his hair out of his eyes and rubbed his face. It had a deathly feel to it. He tore his eyes away from the mirror and turned the knob that turned the shower off and the bath on. He needed to rest. He slipped into the bathtub and relaxed in the warm water. The steam calmed his anxious nerves.
Terry walked into the living room in a light blue bathrobe that billowed around his muscular frame. He could hear his mother shuffle around the kitchen preparing dinner. His brother was lying in front of the television, his eyes shining with a glazed over look.
"Hey Twip," Terry greeted as he ruffled his younger brother's hair.
"Don't touch me. Hey!" Matt cried as Terry grabbed the remote and changed the channel. "I was watching first!"
"Too bad."
"MOOMMMMMMM!" Matt hollered.
Matt ran screaming into the kitchen to find his mother. Terry settled down into the couch and flipped to the news. He sat up when he saw the picture of Christina.
"It was a somber night in Gotham City today for the Wu family. Allison Wu was found dead in her apartment the night before. The cause has not yet been determined and the police are still looking into it. The killer is still on the loose. We urge everyone to lock their doors and windows tonight, as a cautious move to prevent anymore mishaps. Coming up after the break, celebrity John Martin has been nominated as the performer of the year for his song, 'Don't Give Up'."
Terry switched the channel back to what Matt was watching before and cupped his chin in his hands. He had a feeling that the Commissioner wouldn't like him interfering with what she termed 'police business.'
"Dinner," his mother called out. Terry shut off the TV and headed towards the dining area. The smell of cheese had started his stomach on a rumbling rampage.
Friday 11:13 PM
Richards Residence
Gotham Towers
Denise Richards stretched out on her satin covered bed. After a long week of teaching, she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She sat up and stared at her room. It was a large room surrounded by large picture windows. Her apartment stood on the 31st floor of her building, providing her room with a spectacular view at night. The rain had already passed by hours ago and the sky was once again clear enough to see the brightly shining jewels above. The room was entirely in lavender, a color that she had adored since she was but a child.
Her bedroom door slipped open and her puppy trotted in. The white ball of fluff leaped onto the bed and snuggled by her side. "Hi JJ," she whispered, scratching the dog behind its ears. The dog whimpered.
Denise leaned over and picked up the remote.
Outside she could hear the whir of cars speeding past, the occasional horns; the normal city sounds. Everything in her apartment was nice and quiet. That was one of the advantages of living alone -- You didn't have to put up with other people. Suddenly, she heard a soft bump in the outside rooms. Her fingers clenched at the bed sheets, her heart racing. It was probably nothing, but she couldn't help being afraid because of the recent rash of killings. Pulling a robe around her waist, Denise stood up and walked softly to the door. With the carpet under her feet, it was nearly impossibly to detect any footsteps.
She opened the door slowly and picked up the fireplace poker. The hallway was dark and the shadows seemed to jump out at her from every corner. Gripping the metal rod, she threw the lights on. The shadows danced and leapt for safety when the room was suddenly bathed in the bright light. Denise sighed and leaned against the wall as she examined her living room. It was nothing. Most likely, someone upstairs had dropped something or had fallen. Her eyes ran over the perimeter of the room before she turned around to retire back to her bedroom.
She felt anxious and jumpy from the scare. Her hands trembling, she returned to her room and leaned the poker against the wall. Her dog stood on her bed, the slight weight of its body barely making a dent in the sheets. Its eyes were wide circles that reflected the dancing flames from the fireplace.
"Oh JJ..." Denise said, her voice shaking. She ran over to the bed and grabbed hold of the dog, squeezing it close to her body. She could feel the quick heartbeats of the small animal against her skin. There she was, a 24 year old acting like a 5 year old after a horrible nightmare. It was times like these that she wished that she was no longer alone, that she had a family to protect her and care for her. Shaking, she slipped into the sheets with her dog.
The fire cast a warmth against the sheets and against her body, giving her a pleasant tranquil feeling. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier as slowly, she fell into a deep sleep with JJ by her side.
