Authors note- -cough- yeah, the gloves are really really x-men. Er... chapter title comes from Coheed and Cambrias- Favor House Atlantic. Good
song. Launch.com biatch. I'm killing someone. Bad Karma for me.
...The Scoobie Gang...
Book 2:
...Homecoming...
Chapter 3:
...Save us from... what we are...
[Jordans POV]
I awoke to gunshots. Who in the hell fires a gun of at five in the morning when it's still dark. In our front fucking yard no less. I crawl out of bed in all my glory... well... in my white boxers and wife beater. I walk out my door, past Mike and Joe's rooms and up the steps into staircase hall. I'm heading towards the doors when Charlie leaps out of Dutchy's doorway
and lands before me in a crouch.
She glances at the door, looks at me and shakes her head. Shes more clothed
than me, in grey pajama pants, a t-shirt with a butterfly and the words 'Kill Hannah' and black satin gloves peeking out from her back pocket. Her feet are bare and her hair is down, caressing her shoulders. Her blue eyes
are wide as if she hasnt been sleeping.
"Wake up!" She yells at the top of a voice that doesnt even sound like hers. It's a deep and eerie baritone that could not dwell within her chest.
But it was quite apparently effective because people were filing out of
their rooms and groggily walking down the stairs.
"Well?" Jack begins, drawing the back of his hand across his eyes. "What's
goin' on?"
"Jesus, am I the only one who listens around here?" She walked forward motioning for us to follow. We sped up as another gunshot was fired. She flung the doors open and there they were. It was those bastards that were
chasing us.
What the fuck do they want?
[Charlottes POV]
"What the fuck do you want?" Jordan yells into the darkness. I can make out
the forms of our tormenters in the darkness. Its easier because I know
they're there.
"We want that family of wierdos you've been harboring," Which one exactly? There's Race, Specs and Pie Eater, and then theres Jordan and Taylor. Well,
actually, we're all family. The Adams Family.
"Come on! We know there's something wierd about the kid! He's like posessed
or some crazy shit!"
Okay, that narrows it down. Everyone turns to look at Race who is clutching
his amulet with white knuckled hands. Calm down sweety.
"What do you want them for?" Spot yells.
"Well, we figured we'd take 'em out to tea," Morris yelled back
sarcastically.
"I like tea," Jordan says sheepishly.
"Why do you want them?" He yells to regain his manly... ness.
"Well, if you really wanna know, we're gonna kill them," Well Jordan, you
asked.
"Why all of them? Why don't you want to just kill Race?" I questioned, and then I felt a little stupid in spite of myself. We didn't want any of them
to get killed.
"He has a name? Well, I figure something as crazy as that has to be some
genetic bullshit," Oscar roared.
"Is that why you killed their parents?" I yell, walking out of the house
and onto the porch. Race, Pie Eater and Specs looked stricken.
"Y... yeah! Damn it! We killed them!" Morris said , trying to sound sure of
themselves. Race screeched and shot forward and I grabbed his arm,
completely forgetting my gloves.
Every thought that had ever run through his head, every person he'd met, his entire life ran through my head. Then we shoved at eachother and the
flow slowed to a stop.
"God, Race... I'm..." I paused for a moment, but Race returned to his spot in the ranks. I glanced around at the havoc my statement and his confirmation
had caused. Pie eater was silently sobbing into Blink's chest, Race was seething, and Specs was calmly trying to process it. I glanced at the chaos
I had caused and then put my gloves on.
Spot closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. He then took a step forward and made as if he were going to speak, but was interrupted by Jack.
"Listen, you have til' the count of five to get the fuck off out property
before I unleash all hell on that puny little head of yours!" And I believed it. Jack had been at the creation of hell, he knew what hell was
about.
"Okay, how bout we kill all of you guys and take Charlie and that other
chick home with us,"
"One," Jack said narrowing his eyes in the darkness. We now stood in a
straight line ready to take out some anger on the five men that stood
before us. It was me, Jordan, Spot, Blink, Pie Eater, Race, Mike, Joe, Jack, Adrienne, Taylor and Scott. We, except for the vampires, wore various
styles of pajamas.
"Two" He gently grabbed me 'round the waist and steered me out into the
grass. I could tell the Delanceys were scared. Everyone was looking to
their 'Leader'.
"Oh, we get you too? But we really did want that other girl... she was ours
to begin with,"
"Three..."
"Yeah yeah, and a partridge and a fuckin' pear tree! We arent going
anywhere!" Morris flipped down on the grass to emphasize his point.
"Hey Charlotte, where's your little lap toy? Get tired of kissing your ass
when you brought that one home?" Blink leapt off the front porch and
launched into the fight. There was no turning back.
"Shoot to kill!" Someone yelled, I'm not even sure who... if it was us or
them...
[Blink's POV]
And then, as soon as it began, everyone stopped shooting. It was as if some
unknown force had announced the falling of the commander of one side or
another... and since Jack is right there...
"You shot my brother! You fucking shot my brother! He's my only fucking family!" Oscar was screaming hysterically at Charlie. All of a sudden, his
gun was pointed at her head and no one moved.
"Drop it," he said quietly, then louder "Drop it!" she dropped the gun she
had been reaching for and stared solemnly at him.
"He was my only family!" He's shrieking at her.
"What about Racetrack? Those were his parents you killed. You killed a part of my family, I killed a part of yours you kill me and we kill you. Where
does it stop!" She screams the last line.
"Just leave and never come back." she whispered. Tears were actually
pouring down his face, contorted in agony and wrath.
"You killed him!" Er... we've extablished that...
"You touch a hair on her head and you'll join him!" Spot yells.
"Shut up!" They reply together.
"Listen, Oscar, just go. Give him a proper burial and a tomb stone... we've all had enough violence for an evening. And if you shoot me, you'll die... there's no way around it," she's speaking quietly and gently removing her gloves. I dont think Oscar grasps the full measure of her power. He has no
idea what she can actually do to a person.
[Jack's POV]
"Charlotte, relax, just block everything out... all the voices. Let it all go," I whispered into her mind, "just let it go," She closed her eyes for a
moment and then I felt her lock up. She exhales and then it happens.
Her hand snaps up and touches Oscar's chest. His white wifebeater offers no
protection against her. The feeling is eminating. Soft warm nothingness
washes over us like a wave. And Oscar is dropping the gun.
"Let it go," she whispers outloud, staring into his brown eyes. He gives a
nod and leans down to pick up Morris. As he's walking away, I hear something so soft that had there been a breath of wind, I might have missed
it.
"Someone has to pay for this,"
