Here's Chapter 2! Hope I'm hooking some of you, LOL.
~Port Charles: Revelation~
"Bye, Mom! I'm going to Christina's, all right?" Raven called as she swiped her car keys from the coffee table and tossed her long blonde curls over her shoulder. "Okay, sweetie. Be careful driving!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Kay!" Raven echoed as she walked out the door. Alison Barrington Kovich Woods (she went by Alison Woods nowadays) sat on the cushioned bench in her breakfast nook, sipping iced tea. It was a beautiful summer morning, and as she sat there soaking it up, Alison had no foreboding premonitions about what was to happen. Jack and Livvie Ramsey had no eerie feelings, either. They were at their own house, trying to tune out the sound of their seventeen year old son Eli's guitar riffs as he practiced with his band in their garage. They were bustling busiliy around their bedroom, getting dressed for work at the bike shop they co-owned with Alison and Jamal. "Okay, let's take this from the top," Eli's friend Storm said. Storm Everson, 18, was the band's lead singer, so what he said, went. The rest of the band, consisting of drummer Jaron Weeks, 17, and bassist Danny Thornhart, 18, nodded and prepared to start the song over again. Eli adjusted his grip on his guitar, and poised his pick. The shadow that passed over the wall of the garage made him strike a foul chord. "Aw, Eli, man! What gives!?" Jaron moaned, covering his ears. Eli wasn't listening. He sat his guitar on the amp and went out to the driveway. A strange man Eli had never seen before stood in the driveway. He was completely dressed in black. Black shirt, black pants, black boots, black trenchcoat. Even his long, wavy hair was black. He stared right through Eli. "Uh, can I help you?" Eli asked, tenatively approaching the man. The man studied Eli. He had short, spiky black hair, those same dark, entrancing eyes. He must be Livvie's son. "I'm looking for your mother," the strange man said in his manly voice. Eli was bewildered by him. Who could he possibly be? And what did he want with his mother? "Is she inside?" the man asked, lifting his draped arm to point at the house. "Who wants to know?" Eli asked, getting braver. The man tossed his head back a little and laughed. His hair blew in a sudden, chilly breeze. "You could say I'm.....an old friend of your mother's," he said deviously. Then, without waiting for Eli to reply, he approached the Ramsey's front door, his black boots clacking over the driveway. Eli watched him suspiciously. He didn't like this guy, whoever he was. "You know him?" Danny asked, coming up behind Eli. Eli jumped a little, as if coming out of a daze. "No." "Weird, man. He looks creepy." Pause. Then, "C'mon on, let's get back to practice," Danny urged, grabbing Eli's shoulder and turning him in the direction of the garage. "You know how patient Storm is," he added sarcastically as he headed back to the garage. "No! Wait!" Eli exclaimed under his breath, brushing away Danny's hand. Danny turned, confused. "I'm gonna see what this guy's up to," Eli whispered, sneaking around the back of the garage and hiding in the trees. He could see the stranger ringing the doorbell. His mother answered. When she opened the door, Eli saw her face contort into an expression of horror and disbelief. What is going on here? Eli wondered. And who is this guy?
~Port Charles: Revelation~
"Bye, Mom! I'm going to Christina's, all right?" Raven called as she swiped her car keys from the coffee table and tossed her long blonde curls over her shoulder. "Okay, sweetie. Be careful driving!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Kay!" Raven echoed as she walked out the door. Alison Barrington Kovich Woods (she went by Alison Woods nowadays) sat on the cushioned bench in her breakfast nook, sipping iced tea. It was a beautiful summer morning, and as she sat there soaking it up, Alison had no foreboding premonitions about what was to happen. Jack and Livvie Ramsey had no eerie feelings, either. They were at their own house, trying to tune out the sound of their seventeen year old son Eli's guitar riffs as he practiced with his band in their garage. They were bustling busiliy around their bedroom, getting dressed for work at the bike shop they co-owned with Alison and Jamal. "Okay, let's take this from the top," Eli's friend Storm said. Storm Everson, 18, was the band's lead singer, so what he said, went. The rest of the band, consisting of drummer Jaron Weeks, 17, and bassist Danny Thornhart, 18, nodded and prepared to start the song over again. Eli adjusted his grip on his guitar, and poised his pick. The shadow that passed over the wall of the garage made him strike a foul chord. "Aw, Eli, man! What gives!?" Jaron moaned, covering his ears. Eli wasn't listening. He sat his guitar on the amp and went out to the driveway. A strange man Eli had never seen before stood in the driveway. He was completely dressed in black. Black shirt, black pants, black boots, black trenchcoat. Even his long, wavy hair was black. He stared right through Eli. "Uh, can I help you?" Eli asked, tenatively approaching the man. The man studied Eli. He had short, spiky black hair, those same dark, entrancing eyes. He must be Livvie's son. "I'm looking for your mother," the strange man said in his manly voice. Eli was bewildered by him. Who could he possibly be? And what did he want with his mother? "Is she inside?" the man asked, lifting his draped arm to point at the house. "Who wants to know?" Eli asked, getting braver. The man tossed his head back a little and laughed. His hair blew in a sudden, chilly breeze. "You could say I'm.....an old friend of your mother's," he said deviously. Then, without waiting for Eli to reply, he approached the Ramsey's front door, his black boots clacking over the driveway. Eli watched him suspiciously. He didn't like this guy, whoever he was. "You know him?" Danny asked, coming up behind Eli. Eli jumped a little, as if coming out of a daze. "No." "Weird, man. He looks creepy." Pause. Then, "C'mon on, let's get back to practice," Danny urged, grabbing Eli's shoulder and turning him in the direction of the garage. "You know how patient Storm is," he added sarcastically as he headed back to the garage. "No! Wait!" Eli exclaimed under his breath, brushing away Danny's hand. Danny turned, confused. "I'm gonna see what this guy's up to," Eli whispered, sneaking around the back of the garage and hiding in the trees. He could see the stranger ringing the doorbell. His mother answered. When she opened the door, Eli saw her face contort into an expression of horror and disbelief. What is going on here? Eli wondered. And who is this guy?