Eli: Hey all! Sorry the last chapter was so upset, but one of my little
cousin's grandfather died, and she has had a hard time really understanding
it. She had me sit down and told me some really disturbing things that she
heard other people say, but doesn't understand herself. And since she is
one of the many little ones who inspire the stories, I felt I should write
the experience out. Thanks for all the reviews! And yes, Chaosti, this
story can get normal at times. Here's the next chapter, Enjoy!
Morning was always a rush on a school day. Jamie was currently reaching under the couch, trying to get his other shoe. Bethany was sitting on the couch yawning, trying to argue out of going to school.
"But mommy, the witchblade gave me visions all night! I couldn't sleep. Can't I stay home from school?" She begged. Sara shook her head and pulled her off the couch.
"Beth, you're lying again. Now stop complaining and go eat your breakfast." She said as she stepped over Jamie.
"But I'm so tired...." Bethany complained.
"Bethany Marie Nottingham, stop complaining. You are going to school today, and if you don't hurry up, you're going to be late. So go eat your breakfast." She said sternly. Bethany groaned and went into the kitchen. Satisfied, she turned to Jamie. "What are you looking for?"
"My sneaker. I can't reach it." He said.
"Then go wear your other shoes." She said as she adjusted the position Andrew was in so that he could have better access to his bottle.
"But I want to wear these shoes. They're red." He said as he reached further and pulled it out. "Got it!" He said happily.
The closet door flew open and a scrimmaging sound could be heard. "Bethany, you better be looking for your coat and not your katana." Ian told her.
"Ah, Daddy, please? I promise not to terrorize the janitors again." She pleaded in between chewing on toast.
"No, now get your backpack, it's time to go." He told her. She pouted as she went to her room to get her backpack.
"I never get to have any fun." She mumbled.
Jamie walked into the kitchen, one shoe on, the other in his hand, and grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in his mouth. He started hopping around as he tried to get his other sneaker on.
"Jamie, let's go!" He heard his father yell.
"Jus a econd!" He said with a mouth full of toast. He tied his other sneaker up and grabbed a glass of milk and swallowed it down. Then he grabbed his backpack and ran to the door. He kissed his mom on his way out.
Bethany quickly mumbled bye to her mom as she went toward the door.
"Wait!" Sara shouted after her. Bethany stopped in her tracts. Sara went up to her and removed the sword that she had hidden on her back in its carrier. Bethany sighed as Sara kissed her on top of her head.
"Be good, don't hurt anybody." She told her. Bethany nodded and went out the door. Sara collapsed onto the couch, Andrew now crying from her taking his bottle away. Sara threw Bethany's sword onto the floor and put his bottle back in his mouth. She shook her head. "Kids..."
-After school-
Jamie strayed away from the noisy living room. Teresa, Gracie, and the twins were over and were in a serious round of Super Smash Brothers Melee. He wasn't too good at it and often loss. He felt very left out and when he loss again, he sneaked off into the hallway.
He heard a strange sound coming from down the hall. He headed towards it. It was coming from his parent's bedroom, and the door was open. He quietly tiptoed towards it and looked in. His mom was on the bed, a million papers surrounding her. But she wasn't moving.
Jamie came closer and saw that she was in vision. The witchblade was glowing brightly and he saw that, though she wasn't currently in control of her body, that she was crying. 'Mommy never cries.' He thought as he climbed onto the bed and onto her lap.
"Mommy? Wake up! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" He told her, shaking her shoulders with his small arms. "Mommy!"
He felt a jolt go through out her body and she woke up. He hugged her tightly. "Mommy, you're back!" He said happily.
"Yeah, I'm back, I'm back." She told him reassuringly. Jamie looked over her shoulder and saw what surrounded him. He hadn't before because he was so concerned that she had been in a vision that made her upset. His eyes went wide at the pictures.
Blood, body parts. Mutilated male bodies. Most fresh and awful looking. He started clinging to Sara, totally horrified. "Mommy..." He said weakly.
Sara rubbed his back. "Close your eyes, Jamie." She told him, and he did. He heard her call for his dad and he felt his body get transferred. Ian carried him into the kitchen and set him down on the table.
"You can open your eyes now." Jamie opened his green eyes, now watery with tears. "Hey, don't cry. What happened?"
Jamie shook his head. "Daddy, can we go to the park, please?" He begged. His father nodded.
-Later-
After playing for a while, Ian sat down with Jamie on a bench. Something was wrong and he wanted to know what. It killed him to see his son like this.
"Okay, Jamie, now tell me what is wrong. You are very upset about something."
Jamie sighed. "I saw mommy crying in her vision like thing. I went to wake her up, and all the pictures around her were bad, really bad! And I couldn't stop from looking till Mommy told me to close my eyes, and I didn't want to talk at home, because everything is so loud and crazy, and I... I..." He stopped and put his head down.
"What? You what?" He asked him. "It's all right, you can tell me."
"I don't understand why everything has to be so different!" He said angrily. He lifted his head up again, crying. "Why do Mommy and Beth have to have visions that make them upset, and why do people come to hurt us, and how come people we love die and get hurt, and why do we always have weapons around the house when we shouldn't, and why does Mommy always have to be tired, and how come Bethany is always getting in trouble at school because the witchblade likes to come out for no reason, and why do we let the witchblade make everybody unhappy?" He asked quietly, even now knowing that he couldn't yell such things out.
Ian wiped the tears from his face and sighed. "So this is what has been making you so upset. Jamie," He started. "Our family has a duty to either wield or protect the witchblade. You have to remember that if we do not have it, someone else, most likely power hungry and mad like your grandfather. Yes, it's hard, troubling-"
"And weird." Jamie added.
"Yes, and weird. But you're only looking at the bad." He told him.
Jamie pouted. "What's good about it?" He asked bitterly.
"Did you know that if we didn't have the witchblade, your Uncle Danny would be dead? As would be your Auntie Midja, Uncle Gabriel, Uncle Jake, not to mention me and your mother. And you and your brother and sister wouldn't be here." He stated seriously.
"How come?" He asked in disbelief.
"Because I only met your mother because she was the wielder. Don't you remember?" Jamie thought for a second and nodded. "And do you realize how many crimes have been solved because of the witchblade. How many criminals have been dealt with since your mother received the gauntlet?" Jamie nodded. "So you see, Jamie, that there is good and bad with how things are. I know it's hard on you, because you are lucky enough not to be tainted with any of this."
"Tainted?" He asked confused.
"You will never have to wield, you will never get visions, it will not be necessary for you to fight for your life, and you and Andrew are the only ones that can have a somewhat normal life once you grow up. Bethany was never given that chance, and to be honest, she may never live to see her adult years." He replied sadly.
"Daddy, don't say that." Jamie told him, horrified by the last bit.
"It's the truth, and it's what you need to know. I know all of this makes you upset, but you have to live with it, at least for now. I know you hate the witchblade, but just remember that it has done a lot of good along with the bad. I know you are really young, but I hope you understand why our family has to be this way, and that no matter what that we love you and want you to be happy. Okay?"
Jamie was silent for the longest time. He was deep in thought. 'The witchblade makes everybody miserable, but I guess it also makes us live and keeps us safe from bad things. And though it makes Mommy upset, I guess she would be even more upset if something bad happened, and the witchblade keeps stuff that is bad from happening. Man, I don't think I will ever really get this, but I know it's never going to go away. At least when I'm older, I will be able to get away from the weirdness a little. And Daddy says that I can have things normal then, but for now, I guess, for everyone sake, I have to live with it.'
Jamie nodded. "Okay."
"Good boy. Now, why don't we go get some ice cream before we go home? Sound good?" He asked, happy to see Jamie smile again.
"Yeah!" He replied happily. 'Well, if it gets me some ice cream, maybe it won't be so bad.' He thought before they left the park.
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Tooth Fairy
Morning was always a rush on a school day. Jamie was currently reaching under the couch, trying to get his other shoe. Bethany was sitting on the couch yawning, trying to argue out of going to school.
"But mommy, the witchblade gave me visions all night! I couldn't sleep. Can't I stay home from school?" She begged. Sara shook her head and pulled her off the couch.
"Beth, you're lying again. Now stop complaining and go eat your breakfast." She said as she stepped over Jamie.
"But I'm so tired...." Bethany complained.
"Bethany Marie Nottingham, stop complaining. You are going to school today, and if you don't hurry up, you're going to be late. So go eat your breakfast." She said sternly. Bethany groaned and went into the kitchen. Satisfied, she turned to Jamie. "What are you looking for?"
"My sneaker. I can't reach it." He said.
"Then go wear your other shoes." She said as she adjusted the position Andrew was in so that he could have better access to his bottle.
"But I want to wear these shoes. They're red." He said as he reached further and pulled it out. "Got it!" He said happily.
The closet door flew open and a scrimmaging sound could be heard. "Bethany, you better be looking for your coat and not your katana." Ian told her.
"Ah, Daddy, please? I promise not to terrorize the janitors again." She pleaded in between chewing on toast.
"No, now get your backpack, it's time to go." He told her. She pouted as she went to her room to get her backpack.
"I never get to have any fun." She mumbled.
Jamie walked into the kitchen, one shoe on, the other in his hand, and grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in his mouth. He started hopping around as he tried to get his other sneaker on.
"Jamie, let's go!" He heard his father yell.
"Jus a econd!" He said with a mouth full of toast. He tied his other sneaker up and grabbed a glass of milk and swallowed it down. Then he grabbed his backpack and ran to the door. He kissed his mom on his way out.
Bethany quickly mumbled bye to her mom as she went toward the door.
"Wait!" Sara shouted after her. Bethany stopped in her tracts. Sara went up to her and removed the sword that she had hidden on her back in its carrier. Bethany sighed as Sara kissed her on top of her head.
"Be good, don't hurt anybody." She told her. Bethany nodded and went out the door. Sara collapsed onto the couch, Andrew now crying from her taking his bottle away. Sara threw Bethany's sword onto the floor and put his bottle back in his mouth. She shook her head. "Kids..."
-After school-
Jamie strayed away from the noisy living room. Teresa, Gracie, and the twins were over and were in a serious round of Super Smash Brothers Melee. He wasn't too good at it and often loss. He felt very left out and when he loss again, he sneaked off into the hallway.
He heard a strange sound coming from down the hall. He headed towards it. It was coming from his parent's bedroom, and the door was open. He quietly tiptoed towards it and looked in. His mom was on the bed, a million papers surrounding her. But she wasn't moving.
Jamie came closer and saw that she was in vision. The witchblade was glowing brightly and he saw that, though she wasn't currently in control of her body, that she was crying. 'Mommy never cries.' He thought as he climbed onto the bed and onto her lap.
"Mommy? Wake up! Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" He told her, shaking her shoulders with his small arms. "Mommy!"
He felt a jolt go through out her body and she woke up. He hugged her tightly. "Mommy, you're back!" He said happily.
"Yeah, I'm back, I'm back." She told him reassuringly. Jamie looked over her shoulder and saw what surrounded him. He hadn't before because he was so concerned that she had been in a vision that made her upset. His eyes went wide at the pictures.
Blood, body parts. Mutilated male bodies. Most fresh and awful looking. He started clinging to Sara, totally horrified. "Mommy..." He said weakly.
Sara rubbed his back. "Close your eyes, Jamie." She told him, and he did. He heard her call for his dad and he felt his body get transferred. Ian carried him into the kitchen and set him down on the table.
"You can open your eyes now." Jamie opened his green eyes, now watery with tears. "Hey, don't cry. What happened?"
Jamie shook his head. "Daddy, can we go to the park, please?" He begged. His father nodded.
-Later-
After playing for a while, Ian sat down with Jamie on a bench. Something was wrong and he wanted to know what. It killed him to see his son like this.
"Okay, Jamie, now tell me what is wrong. You are very upset about something."
Jamie sighed. "I saw mommy crying in her vision like thing. I went to wake her up, and all the pictures around her were bad, really bad! And I couldn't stop from looking till Mommy told me to close my eyes, and I didn't want to talk at home, because everything is so loud and crazy, and I... I..." He stopped and put his head down.
"What? You what?" He asked him. "It's all right, you can tell me."
"I don't understand why everything has to be so different!" He said angrily. He lifted his head up again, crying. "Why do Mommy and Beth have to have visions that make them upset, and why do people come to hurt us, and how come people we love die and get hurt, and why do we always have weapons around the house when we shouldn't, and why does Mommy always have to be tired, and how come Bethany is always getting in trouble at school because the witchblade likes to come out for no reason, and why do we let the witchblade make everybody unhappy?" He asked quietly, even now knowing that he couldn't yell such things out.
Ian wiped the tears from his face and sighed. "So this is what has been making you so upset. Jamie," He started. "Our family has a duty to either wield or protect the witchblade. You have to remember that if we do not have it, someone else, most likely power hungry and mad like your grandfather. Yes, it's hard, troubling-"
"And weird." Jamie added.
"Yes, and weird. But you're only looking at the bad." He told him.
Jamie pouted. "What's good about it?" He asked bitterly.
"Did you know that if we didn't have the witchblade, your Uncle Danny would be dead? As would be your Auntie Midja, Uncle Gabriel, Uncle Jake, not to mention me and your mother. And you and your brother and sister wouldn't be here." He stated seriously.
"How come?" He asked in disbelief.
"Because I only met your mother because she was the wielder. Don't you remember?" Jamie thought for a second and nodded. "And do you realize how many crimes have been solved because of the witchblade. How many criminals have been dealt with since your mother received the gauntlet?" Jamie nodded. "So you see, Jamie, that there is good and bad with how things are. I know it's hard on you, because you are lucky enough not to be tainted with any of this."
"Tainted?" He asked confused.
"You will never have to wield, you will never get visions, it will not be necessary for you to fight for your life, and you and Andrew are the only ones that can have a somewhat normal life once you grow up. Bethany was never given that chance, and to be honest, she may never live to see her adult years." He replied sadly.
"Daddy, don't say that." Jamie told him, horrified by the last bit.
"It's the truth, and it's what you need to know. I know all of this makes you upset, but you have to live with it, at least for now. I know you hate the witchblade, but just remember that it has done a lot of good along with the bad. I know you are really young, but I hope you understand why our family has to be this way, and that no matter what that we love you and want you to be happy. Okay?"
Jamie was silent for the longest time. He was deep in thought. 'The witchblade makes everybody miserable, but I guess it also makes us live and keeps us safe from bad things. And though it makes Mommy upset, I guess she would be even more upset if something bad happened, and the witchblade keeps stuff that is bad from happening. Man, I don't think I will ever really get this, but I know it's never going to go away. At least when I'm older, I will be able to get away from the weirdness a little. And Daddy says that I can have things normal then, but for now, I guess, for everyone sake, I have to live with it.'
Jamie nodded. "Okay."
"Good boy. Now, why don't we go get some ice cream before we go home? Sound good?" He asked, happy to see Jamie smile again.
"Yeah!" He replied happily. 'Well, if it gets me some ice cream, maybe it won't be so bad.' He thought before they left the park.
Coming Attractions:
Tooth Fairy