Chapter 4
Sorry it took so long to update. Working on a whole buncha stories
Normally, Aileen would not show her face outside of the Brotherhood's domicile, but today was different. Nobody was around at this hour, where day met night, forming a pinkish-gold band across the sky. She had needed desperately to get out the house, where the others were bothering her. Although Aileen had nothing against Fred or Todd (who she saw as fellow freaks), she felt uncomfortable around that pretty boy Pietro and Lance, who looked at her with disdain.
She truly hated that Tabitha-bitch. The blonde reminded her of the girls at her old school that whispered behind her back about her worn clothes and pale skin. Although she could put up with Lance and Pietro (she saw them both as arrogant lunkheads who would never, ever admit that they wet the bed from the nightmares she planted into their brains) Aileen couldn't handle Tabitha. It was jealousy, she did not try to hide that. Boom-boom looked, well, normal. Aileen was horribly hideous, with her sunken face and bony witch hands. A memory flashed into her head, of when she was younger and couldn't stand to look into the hellish face in the mirror, when she sobbed when she saw how garish the makeup that other teens wore made her look.
Don't think about it, she told herself, glad that night was blackening the sky and making her vanish from sight. As she was sitting down on the park bench, two little boys, no more than twelve, ran by. They saw the white face with its thick black hair and dark eyes, and slowed down. One whispered something to the other, and, even though she could not hear it, she know that they spoke of her.
She sneered at them, reaching out like some wicked troll in a fairy tale. Both screamed in unison and fled, leaving her alone on the bench. Sighing, she reached into the navy blue bag that she had brought with her, wanting nothing more than to sit here and be alone. As she was pulling out a journal (actually, it was a bright red notebook, torn from use and marked with black pen), she happened to look toward the Brotherhood's house.
The park was not that far away, so Aileen could see clearly into Todd's window from where she sat. Yellow light streamed from his bedroom, where two figures were holding one another, silhouettes against that golden glow. Curious, she rose and squinted until the two came into focus.
Aileen didn't even notice her own gasp, for she was too shocked to acknowledge anything but the people in the window, held in a loving embrace-Tabitha and Todd.
Toad put on his newest CD and plopped down on the bed, lazily sprawled out. Somewhere, a fly was buzzing, and his bulging eyes searched about for it.
She didn't even knock, just burst right in.
"Wha'do ya want?" He asked, facing Tabitha.
"Do you know where the TV Guide is?"
"Nope," replied Toad.
"Oh." Tabitha did not move from the doorway. He gazed over at her.
"What?"
"You know, you-,"
"Huh?"
"You're too cute for Aileen."
Toad only frowned, warily watching as she came-slunk-in, smiling about some hidden secret. As she reached out for him, he detected her raspberry perfume that she adored, saw the gleam in her eyes, and hopped away.
"Yo, what's up with ya?" Tolensky demanded. Before he could move again, however, she grabbed onto him, pulling him into a tight embrace. The aroma of her perfume grew stronger, and he found that he couldn't resist.
"Much too cute," she purred, just as he was aware that Aileen stood in his doorway, her eyes like huge saucers and her lower lip trembling. How long he had held onto Boom-boom didn't matter, for he was concerned only with his girlfriend, whose anguished expression revealed her anger and horror. Todd started to speak, only to have Phobia howl like a wounded animal, her shriek shrill with raw emotion. Before anyone could move, or even blink, for that matter, Aileen had already dashed down the stairs, back out into the darkness of the evening.
Sorry it took so long to update. Working on a whole buncha stories
Normally, Aileen would not show her face outside of the Brotherhood's domicile, but today was different. Nobody was around at this hour, where day met night, forming a pinkish-gold band across the sky. She had needed desperately to get out the house, where the others were bothering her. Although Aileen had nothing against Fred or Todd (who she saw as fellow freaks), she felt uncomfortable around that pretty boy Pietro and Lance, who looked at her with disdain.
She truly hated that Tabitha-bitch. The blonde reminded her of the girls at her old school that whispered behind her back about her worn clothes and pale skin. Although she could put up with Lance and Pietro (she saw them both as arrogant lunkheads who would never, ever admit that they wet the bed from the nightmares she planted into their brains) Aileen couldn't handle Tabitha. It was jealousy, she did not try to hide that. Boom-boom looked, well, normal. Aileen was horribly hideous, with her sunken face and bony witch hands. A memory flashed into her head, of when she was younger and couldn't stand to look into the hellish face in the mirror, when she sobbed when she saw how garish the makeup that other teens wore made her look.
Don't think about it, she told herself, glad that night was blackening the sky and making her vanish from sight. As she was sitting down on the park bench, two little boys, no more than twelve, ran by. They saw the white face with its thick black hair and dark eyes, and slowed down. One whispered something to the other, and, even though she could not hear it, she know that they spoke of her.
She sneered at them, reaching out like some wicked troll in a fairy tale. Both screamed in unison and fled, leaving her alone on the bench. Sighing, she reached into the navy blue bag that she had brought with her, wanting nothing more than to sit here and be alone. As she was pulling out a journal (actually, it was a bright red notebook, torn from use and marked with black pen), she happened to look toward the Brotherhood's house.
The park was not that far away, so Aileen could see clearly into Todd's window from where she sat. Yellow light streamed from his bedroom, where two figures were holding one another, silhouettes against that golden glow. Curious, she rose and squinted until the two came into focus.
Aileen didn't even notice her own gasp, for she was too shocked to acknowledge anything but the people in the window, held in a loving embrace-Tabitha and Todd.
Toad put on his newest CD and plopped down on the bed, lazily sprawled out. Somewhere, a fly was buzzing, and his bulging eyes searched about for it.
She didn't even knock, just burst right in.
"Wha'do ya want?" He asked, facing Tabitha.
"Do you know where the TV Guide is?"
"Nope," replied Toad.
"Oh." Tabitha did not move from the doorway. He gazed over at her.
"What?"
"You know, you-,"
"Huh?"
"You're too cute for Aileen."
Toad only frowned, warily watching as she came-slunk-in, smiling about some hidden secret. As she reached out for him, he detected her raspberry perfume that she adored, saw the gleam in her eyes, and hopped away.
"Yo, what's up with ya?" Tolensky demanded. Before he could move again, however, she grabbed onto him, pulling him into a tight embrace. The aroma of her perfume grew stronger, and he found that he couldn't resist.
"Much too cute," she purred, just as he was aware that Aileen stood in his doorway, her eyes like huge saucers and her lower lip trembling. How long he had held onto Boom-boom didn't matter, for he was concerned only with his girlfriend, whose anguished expression revealed her anger and horror. Todd started to speak, only to have Phobia howl like a wounded animal, her shriek shrill with raw emotion. Before anyone could move, or even blink, for that matter, Aileen had already dashed down the stairs, back out into the darkness of the evening.