Chapter Nine – Injury
Well, here's another chapter for you. I can't believe that it's already at chapter nine and I'm not into the real plot yet, or the humor, though there is a little so I guess I'm good in some points. Don't worry, I know that the start is a little slow, but it'll speed up once the 'big thing' happens. Can't tell you!
Disclaimer – Ditto on last
Chapter Nine – Injury
"Intruder?" Duke asked.
"Yeah, thankfully it's not mom, so I'm safe," Kriss announced.
"Good, you scared me for a minute. Wait… If it's not mom, than who is it?" He asked.
"I dunno, some person I don't know, nor Thorn," Kriss answered.
"That may or may not be a good thing…" Duke then noticed that there was a note taped to the door. He snatched it off and read it. He then glanced at his watch and leaned against the door, "Shit…"
"What?" Kriss asked.
"Dixie."
"Who's Dixie? Your girlfriend?" Kriss sneered.
"No!" Duke shot back.
"Sure…" Kriss said, unconvinced.
"She thinks she is, but she's not!" Duke told her.
"Oh," She responded.
"C'mon, I'll order a pizza…" Duke said, changing the subject.
"Okay!" Kriss said, perking up instantly.
They went up and Kriss sat on the couch while Duke was on the phone. Then she thought of something that needed to be asked.
"Does mom still look 17?" She asked when Duke finished ordering the pizza.
"Yeah, it's weird," Duke said uncomfortably.
"Do you know why?" Kriss asked.
"No," Duke answered, but Kriss wasn't convinced. She shot him a look and he gave in, "Yes, I know. She cursed herself."
"Why the hell would she do that?" Kriss asked.
"She cursed your dad too, she wants him back…" Duke explained, "She needed to punish him for leaving when you were born, so she cursed him. He and his family would stay their age until he loved you as much as he had loved her. But since she wanted him back she needed to stay the same age too."
"Oh, that's dumb…" Kriss concluded.
Then Duke noticed that there was something on her sweatshirt.
"Kriss! You're bleeding!" He said.
Kriss looked at him, then started checking herself, "Where?"
"On your arm," Kriss lifted it and sure enough, there was a red spot where the blood had seeped out of her wound.
"Oh, would you look at that?" Kriss said, "I'll live."
"How'd you get it?" Duke asked suspiciously.
"Probably from earlier, I thought that the knife kept missing me, guess not," Kriss told him.
"Knife?" Duke said, shocked.
Kriss nodded, "Street punks. One pulled a knife, but he needed serious practice!" Kris laughed.
"You fought someone with a knife?"
"Yeah, but I have it now," Kriss said, pulling out the retractable knife from her boot.
"You amaze me," he said, "But either way, that needs to be taken care of!" Duke concluded. He pulled her from the couch and walked her over the counter.
"Oh please! It's nothing!" Kriss whined.
"Stop acting so though! It's still bleeding!" Duke scolded.
"You think I'm acting? I didn't even know I had a cut!" Kriss said.
"Either way," Duke said, picking her up and setting her on the counter, "Wait here."
Kriss rolled her eyes as Duke went to get stuff from the bathroom.
There was a beep. Kriss looked over at the speaker on the wall.
"Your speaker thingy's beeping," Kriss yelled at Duke.
"Crap." Kriss heard him say.
"Why? Is that bad?" Duke walked back in, carrying a bottle of peroxide and some gauze.
"Yes, right now it is," Duke said, he than pushed down on the little white button on the speaker, "Yeah?"
"Well, Duke? Can I come up?" said a whiney and annoying voice.
"Yeah…" Duke said reluctantly.
He leaned against the wall and massaged his temples.
"Am I gonna have to stay on this counter all day?" Kriss asked impatiently.
"If you don't be quiet then yes!" Duke shot back.
Kriss looked shocked. Then her expression changed to light anger. If she at that moment a dog, her ears would be pinned back in anger.
"You have a shirt on under that right?" Duke asked her.
"Yeah," Kriss answered, taking off her sweatshirt and revealing a black sleeveless.
Then there was a knock on the door. Kriss had folded her sweatshirt and was closing examining her wound. Duke went and answered the door.
"Hiya!" Dixie greeted.
"………….Hi……" Duke responded.
"Oh c'mon! Don't be so shy!" Dixie said, throwing her arms around him.
There was a thud. Duke looked over to see Kriss on the floor laughing.
"That was great! Replay! Replay!" Kriss said in between laughs.
"Can it Kriss!" Duke yelled at her.
"Who's this?" Dixie said, narrowing her eyes.
"Huh?" Kriss said, looking up.
"Get up before you get blood on my carpet!" Duke scolded.
"Alright, alright," Kriss snapped hauling herself on the counter again.
"Why? What happened?" Dixie asked, anger gone.
"She got cut with a knife…" Duke explained.
"A knife?" Dixie gasped, horrified.
"Yeah, sharp pointy things, hurt like hell if you know that you got sliced by one," Kriss further explained.
"I know what a knife is, but, how did you cut yourself?" Dixie asked.
"I didn't cut myself, some stupid street punk did!" Kriss yelled.
"Enough! I have to take care of that now…" Duke said, walking over to the counter. He grabbed the bottle of peroxide and took a cotton ball and dumped some on it. He smeared it over the big gash in Kriss's arm and white bubbles started erupting from it.
"Duke, I think that it may need to be stitched…" Dixie said.
"Know how?" Kriss asked her, looking up from the white bubbles.
"Yeah, I keep a miniature in my purse in case I rip a sleeve or something, why?" Dixie asked.
Kriss smirked, "You are dumb."
Duke glared at her, "Be nice."
Dixie looked horrified, "Oh no! I couldn't! Not skin! I could never. Wouldn't it hurt?" She asked after she'd calmed down from the initial shock.
"I got this cut this morning, I didn't know it was there 'till Duke saw it, trust me, I won't feel a thing," Kriss reassured her.
"Well….. okay….." Dixie said, getting the sewing kit out of her purse.
"This ought a be good," Kriss whispered to her brother.
"Give her a break," He whispered back.
"What color?" Dixie asked.
"I don't care, black," Kriss responded.
"Okay," Dixie walked over to the counter with the needle in her hand. She took a deep breath and started leaning towards the gash.
Kriss winced as the needle went through her flesh the first time. Other than the initial insertion, the pain was bearable and after awhile, almost non-existent.
"Oh my God!" said Dixie after a while.
"What?" said Kriss and Duke in unison.
"More blood just came out!" Dixie whined, turning away and covering her mouth.
Kriss looked down at her wound, "Oh my gosh, are you kidding me?" Kriss looked at Dixie, "That's nothing!" she scoffed, "Girls….."
"Excuse me? You're a girl too you know!" Dixie screeched at her.
"Not a girly girl!" Kriss shot back.
"She has a point there…" Duke observed.
"Nevermind! Either way, blood is gross, I won't do it anymore! No!" Dixie went over and sat on the couch, only to be greeted by Thorn, who was happily asleep and not too keen on being sat on.
"Whoa!" Dixie glanced over at Kriss, "Yours I presume?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess!" Kriss grinned dumbly.
"Uh huh," Dixie responded.
"So what are we supposed to do about the gash here? It's only half shut!" Duke exclaimed.
"I'll do it, since the little princess over there is too squeamish!" Kriss retorted.
"Humph!" Dixie said, sticking her shnoze in the air.
Duke rolled his eyes.
Kriss then grabbed the needle and starting completing the sewing job.
"You didn't value your craft, did you?" Kriss asked, as she looked at the crooked stitching job.
"What makes you say that?" Dixie asked.
"Do you even know what that means?" Duke asked.
"Yes! No…" She admitted.
Kriss chuckled.
Well there you go! CHAPTER NINE! That was I bit more entertaining, what do you think? I just now realized that Duke had ordered pizza. Bad delivery service I suppose! XDDD
