Separation is Murder
Watch the news part 2
BeetleGuese held Lydia by the shirt as he dangled on his spider legs waiting for the portal leading to the real world to open.
BG: Go to sleep little meddler of destinies. Your adventures of a land you should never have found will end here.
Lydia began to drift off to sleep as if his words themselves were soothing even though they were full of spite.
Lydia: But…Beetle…I have to help…Beet…must say…beejui…beetle...bee...zzzz.
BeetleGuese smirked as his lullaby of words softened her thoughts.
Looking into the forming portal, BeetleGuese could make out the inner workings of her room on the other side.
BG: Well, this is your stop. See you in the after life.
With no regard for her safety he tossed her slender figure into the portal.
Instead of falling to the floor and possibly breaking a bone, Lydia fell slowly and softly onto her bed and cuddled her pillow.
BeetleGuese sneered while he stared at the slumbering girl as the portal began to close.
He nonchalantly pulled out a note pad and pen and made the motion of checking something off of his list.
BG: Well, better get in before it closes.
BeetleGuese slipped one of his long striped legs into the portal and set it on Lydia's floor.
BG: I hate the real world.
He closed his eyes and jumped in.
As he dove through the other half of the portal, his figure changed to that of an orange and stripped cat.
BeetleGuese readied himself to jump out of her window when a thought came into mind that he couldn't resist. He crept up onto her bed, and sat softly on her chest. Over looking her features in disgust, he sneered in repulse and hatred as he reached a claw to her cheek.
BG: I can't say goodbye without a parting gift.
BeetleGuese ran his claw slowly across her cheek cutting her enough to cause blood to slowly seep from her wound.
BG: I only wish I could do more. (Evil smirk)
He left the room like a shadow and scurried off into the night.
Meanwhile Beetlejuice sat in the sand afraid to move. A large thin triangular rock with a half circle cit into it on the back edge, sunk into the sand a few feet.
BJ: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that thing just moved. Looking the rock over, he began to get the feeling he'd seen this very rock before.
Grasping his chin in deep thought as he stood up, Beetlejuice looked up at the rock again, but this time his subconscious was making him imagine a lady up against it, screaming.
Bj: Delia? How could I have seen Delia riding this-
Suddenly bursts of images filled his mind.
Bj: THE SAND SHARK!
Beetlejuice quickly covered his mouth as if to take back the words he said at full volume.
The sand rumbled and the rocky fin sunk all the way into the ground.
Bj: uh oh.
Beetlejuice calculated which way he had come from by remembering which way Doomy was facing before the road disapeared.
The Sand Shark burst up out of the sand like a great white leaping up for meat on a hook, Just barley missing Beetlejuice by a few feet.
Bj: AHHHHhhhhh! (whispering) What are the chances?
Beetlejuice turned into a cheetah and sprinted for his afterlife. Beetlejuice dodged the rocks around him that looked very similar to the fin of the sand shark as he ran as fast as he could. Beetlejuice looked back to see the distance he was making. The Sand Shark plowed through the sand as if it were water tossing large clouds of dust and rock into the air filling the sky behind it.
Bj: AHHh! Not fast enough!
The shark began to open its mouth as it gained on the ghoul.
Bj: OK, stay calm, it's not a Sand Worm, you beat it before…sorta, you can beat it again. After all it's just a big fish (looking back at it) with teeth like BROKEN GLASS! I just have to tire it out.
Just as the Sand Shark began to slow down, Beetlejuice noticed a row of red spikes on either side of him, matching his speed. One row of spikes dove out of the sand like a dolphin and dove back in.
Bj: AND SAND WORMS?
One of the worms slid toward Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice closed his eyes waiting for defeat when suddenly he heard the roar of the sand worm as it hit a rock. Upon opening his eyes Beetlejuice saw that he had transformed into a falcon and led the worm right into a rock knocking the beast unconscious.
Bj: Ha HAH! Reflexes, I owe you one.
The Sand Shark again gained on him as it swallowed the lifeless Sand Worm.
Bj: Uh oh Big boy has had his breakfast.
Beetlejuice spotted a large wide rock with one hole in the middle.
Bj: Ok reflexes don't fail me now.
The Sand Shark Leapt up and dove for Beetlejuice.
Beetlejuice tucked his wings in hoping to make it through the hole before the shark got to him.
Like a bullet from a gun, Beetlejuice darted out from the rock's hole unscathed. He looked back to see if he was safe. As he watched the rock get farther from him, a giant thud sounded on the other side of the rock causing it to crack all over as dust shot off of the rocky monument.
Bj: Yeehaaaw! Ick! I'm starting to sound like the Monster from across the street.
Beetlejuice continued in his direction at full speed and disappeared into the sunset on the horizon.
Charles sat in the kitchen deep in thought attempting to assure himself he didn't imagine the entire afternoon and at the same time trying to convince himself he did.
Charles: The Doughnuts! They must have been spiked with something! I'm going right down there and telling them that they are using funny sugars in their doughnuts. Those darn teenagers there have mocked me for the last time!
As Charles stood and exclaimed his plan, he noticed that he had wet himself earlier.
Charles: Oh brother. Guess I'll be taking a shower now.
Lydia slowly woke form her slumber. She sat up somewhat in a daze.
Lyida: (yawn) Wh- When did I get home? Did I sleep all day?
Lydia picked up her alarm clock.
Lydia: Oh man, I must be sick again.
Lydia got out of bed and heard a squeak on her floor. Lydia had knocked the teddy bear off of her bed.
Lydia: Hmmm. What a creepy looking toy. I et Beetlejuice got it for me to say he was sorry. He's got another thing coming if he thinks I'm forgiving him just because he gave me a toy.
As she reached for her door knob, she noticed the large splinters hole in her door. Lydia grew a bit concerned.
Lydia: Dad? Delia?
Lydia called as she walked down stairs. The house was dark, and no one seemed to be home. Suddenly she heard the fain sound of water.
Lydia: Dad?
Lydia crept into her parent's bedroom. The bathroom was slightly open and the shower was running?
Lydia grabbed one of Charles golf clubs out his golf bag near the door.
She stalked closer to the bathroom door listening for anything weird.
Suddenly the door swung open and out of fright and excitement, Lydia slammed the club down before she could see who came out of the bathroom.
Lydia: DADDY! I'm so sorry!
Charles: OH…groan. Lydia?
Lydia I saw knife marks in my door and got scared. The house was dark, I was afraid something bad happened.
Charles: Oh that's ok Lydia, I was just grabbing a CD to sooth me while I showered. Ooohh ouch that smarts. The old 3 wood packs quite the wallop, I know how the golf ball feels now.
Lydia: Let's get some ice on that.
Charles: I'm going to take my shower first.
Lydia helped her father back to his feet.
Charles: I have to get down to Dunky Doughnuts before they close an have a word with the manager about those teenagers.
Lydia: Did they replace the sugar with salt again?
Charles: No they sold me "special" doughnuts this time. That's down right illegal.
Lydia: I'll drive you there daddy. Just let me know when you're ready.
Charles nodded and got into the shower.
Lydia began turning on a few lights to make the house less creepy looking.
Lydia: Time to warm up the car.
Just then the door bell rang.
Lydia: Who could that be at this time of night?
Lydia peeked out the peep hole and saw a pair of dark glasses. She slowly opened the door and peeked out.
Lydia: Can I help… hey weren't you guys here already?
Two FBI agent stood in the door way.
Lydia couldn't help but feel a little under pressure.
Agent#1: We were doing our rounds today when we caught a glimpse of your mother-
Lydia: She's not my Mother.
Agent#1: …Your step mother, excuse me, using an odd form of transportation today.
Agent#2 whipped out a photo of a very disgruntled Delia riding a Garbage can up the hill.
Agent#2: Know anything about this Ma'am?
Lydia tried to hold her giggles back.
Lydia: No, sorry ahem. No I've never seen her that upset before.
Agent#2 frowned un-amused.
Agent#2: I'm talking about the walking trash can miss.
Lydia: Well we don't park that thing in the garage if that's what you want to know. I wouldn't have the slightest idea where Delia found such a thing or why she'd be seen riding it. Unless its one of her art pieces, but then again I've never seen one that came to life( except when the we lived with the Maitlands), heck I've never seen one that I even liked heh heh.
Agent#1: Ma'am we'd appreciate it if you'd be a little more serious with us. We are here investigating reports of supernatural activity, so farm we have you family to suspect as a cause.
Lydia: Honestly that is our garbage can, but yesterday it was not alive and Delia has her own car, and has never ridden a can home before. Serious enough for ya?
Agent#2: Yes…thank you.
Agent#1: May we come in and take a look around please? I have to get rid of my suspicions, not that I don't trust you miss. But I can't have it keep me up at night.
Lydia: Whatever, sure come in. Investigate 'til your eyes fall out.
The tow agents took a look around the living room. Suddenly Agent#2 pulled out a little electronic devise, and began scanning a stain on the stair well.
Agent#1: What have you found Agent K?
Lydia began to get nervous now that they were using devices. What if they were to find traces of Beetlejuice, fur from his dog form or some lingering energy? Lydia began to tense up as they looked up the stairs.
Agent#2: It's male urine…human.
The two agents looked over at Lydia at the same time.
Lydia: My dad is afraid of a lot of things, maybe saw a spider.
Agent#2: Are you ok miss? You seem a bit tense.
Agent#1 elbowed #2.
Agent#1: (Whispering) Keep your eyes on the road K. Don't let your other brain think for you. Now is not the time.
Lydia noticed them acting a bit out of character and started feeling suspicious. She looked the two "agents" over. Agent#1 was quite tall, about 6 feet or so. Long, white-blonde hair tied up in a loose pony tail for a professional look. Pale features and a thin yet in shape build that she could see even with his suit on. Agent#2 however was about her height a little taller. He had pure white hair. His skin was a bit healthier looking then his counterpart. His hair was combed in a conservative manner. He obviously wore it spiky most of the time because of the way it held together, which told her that he isn't on the job very often. She studied his body structure. He was definitely in shape. She caught herself looking a little too hard, and got her focus back. The taller one seemed far too pale looking to be considered healthy enough for the FBI. So the game of cat and mouse began.
Lydia: So, What are the views of long hair in the FBI? Couldn't a culprit use your hair against you?
Agent#1: Not if you do your job right.
(He had her there. But it wasn't convincing her.)
Lydia: How old do you have to be to get into the FBI?
Agent#1: ( errg she's getting annoying.) 21.
Lydia: Pfft. He isn't 21. I'd maybe guess he was tow years older than me at most.
Agent #1 got off of his knees and walked up to Lydia.
Agent#1: He is my assistant and intern. He doesn't have to be 21. Besides this is just an investigation, we aren't defusing a bomb.
(Darn they are good)
Lydia: So why-
Before she could ask they were looking into a light coming from a hole in her door.
Lydia: -great-
The younger agent scanned the hole with his device.
Agent#2: Agent E! Come take a look at this!
The agents huddled and whispered beyond Lydia's hearing. She tried not to creep behind them so she wouldn't seem like she was hiding something.
Agent#2: (Whispering) It's caked in supernatural energy. This is the hot spot of this town I'm sure of it.
Agent#1: Well, whatever wanted out came from the other side of this door.
Agent#2: How do you know it didn't want in the room?
Agent#1: Take a good look at the direction the splinters are pointing.
The taller agent stood up and opened the door with no respect for her privacy.
Lydia: Hey! You can't snoop in my room!
Lydia followed them up stairs.
Agent#1: As I recall, we're here to investigate until our eyes pop out.
Lydia grumbled as she clenched her fists.
Agent#2 yelled from inside her room.
Agent#2: IT"S EVERYWHERE!
The little device was beeping off the scale making a rather loud and annoying beeping.
Charles came running out his room in a towel.
Charles: IS THE HOUSE ON FIRE!
Lydia: No dad! The FBI guys are back investigating my room!
Look guys, in the other house we lived in we had ghosts. But we moved and maybe these ghost followed me, but aren't you here to investigate the monsters not ghosts?
(She had them there)
Agent#1: Well… I said nothing about ghosts.
Lydia: Well the Deetz' didn't let giant monsters loose in peaceful pines.
So I had ghosts once before. That has nothing to do with you. Now get back to your job and out of my room.
Lydia Shooed them down the stairs.
Agent#2 continued to follow the signal to the garage.
Lydia followed them to the garage.
Agent#1: Well, well, what happened here?
Lyida: Oh my. D-AD!
Charles was strapping his tie on as he walked into the garage.
Lydia motioned to the car.
Lydia: What happened here?
Charles went pale.
Charles: It really was all real.
Lydia: what was real?
Charles that teddy bear in your room tried to kill me.
Lydia: So you PUT IT BACK in MY ROOM!
Agent#1 motioned Agent#2 away.
Agent#1: Well, I think I have enough o work with here.
He began to walk into the living room.
Lydia grabbed his arm.
Lydia: What do you mean you have enough to work with?
Agent#1: Sorry miss that's classified information now.
The agent walked to the front door and opened it then paused.
Agent#1: Agent K! Let's go! We got what we came for.
Agent#2 came walking down stairs holding the old teddy bear.
Lydia tensed up in anger.
Lydia: I can't let them learn anymore. They might learn too much. I have to go warn Bj.
Delia pulled up in her car and noticed the two men leaving her house.
She quickly got out and headed to open the trunk.
Delia: Why hello again you two!
The two agents stopped and looked at each other for a moment and then walked up to Delia.
Agent#1: Ma'am is this you in this photo?
Agent#2 showed her the photo of her on the walking garbage can.
Delia: Why yes! I was walking to the store when this garbage can with curly legs attacked me. And DRAGGED me to EVERY garbage filled place in town!
I was forced to tame it and rode it home. But it suddenly croaked on its way up the hill. I think it went too long without some garbage to eat. When you think about it, it was a very useful creature.
Agent#2 looked at the toy bear.
Agent#2: This toy bear attacked your husband earlier today. It also became lifeless after a given amount of time. Do you know of anything that could cause this?
Delia: Well no! I suspect those beasts are creating these other things to happen. But why it's only happening to us is a mystery to me.
Agents: Hmmm…
Agent#1: Thank you for your time ma'am.
Delia: Oh you are very welcome. Anything to help you gentlmen find those monsters who are terrorizing our town.
Delia grabbed some groceries as she waved them goodbye and walked to the front door.
The agents got into their black sedan and drove off.
Beetlejuice had been soaring over the sands all day trying to glide as often as he could to save energy. The heat was getting to him and soon the cold night would freeze him either way he knew something would cause him to fall into the sand helpless. He began to descend to a nearby rock, the first big rock he'd seen for miles. It was a nice and round rock, compared to the other sharp and thin ones he'd seen, this one looked comfy. He slowly landed on top of it and began letting himself tire out and relax. In a few seconds he returned to his regular form.
Bj: Too tired. Huff puff, can't keep my alternate form. Zzzzz
Beeltejuice passed out on the rock as a large ominous shadow hovered over him.
Charles: Lydia! Delia! Come Watch the news!
Delia ran out into the living room and took her spot next to Charles.
Charles: Lydia! Honey?
Lydia yelled form her room.
Lydia: In a minute dad! I'm…I'm not dressed.
Lydia tried desperately to summon her friend from her mirror.
Lydia: Beetlejuice BEETLEJUICE! AWW crap! Why won't he answer?
What's going on Beej?
Lydia unable to do anything else turned toward her door and joined her family downstairs.
News: So, It seems that Peaceful Pines is in the eye of a very rare hurricane originating from the Bermuda Triangle! Weather scans show the hurricane's trajectory here…
Lydia: Hurricane? How dumb do they-
Charles: Shh honey, watch the news.
News: Apparently this Hurricane is SO large that they eye is aseveral hundred miles around. And the rest of the hurricane is SO slow that we wouldn't be able to see it or feel it. That's right Tom. The hurricane A.K.A. hurricane Lydia..
Lydia: WHAT?
Delia: Oh Lydia it's just a coincidence.
News: Is nothing more than a mixture of gases and smells from the many exotic and some times illegal plants that seem to grow there in the mysterious triangle islands. Correct Amy, The early spring allergy season we're seeing is caused by these plants. The gases of which can cause mass hallucinations. When the hurricane first struck the gasses caused us to think we were seeing monsters destroying our once peaceful town, when in actuality it was just the hurricanes natural destructive force. We all know monsters don't exist, and if there were monsters, why have they not been seen since? There were no conclusive reports as to what the monsters were, people were saying snakes, worms, and sharks. These gases obviously had our fears coming to life in our own minds heh heh heh. You couldn't be any more right Tom.
However we may be in the eye of this hurricane, the meteorologists say the storm is so large that it can't hold its form for very long. And Peaceful Pines
Might not have to endure the rest of the hurricane for it will have dissipated by this Friday clearing the beach for spring fun.
Well you heard it here people the dispute of monsters has all come to an end. Once again our parents were right when they told us there were no monsters in our closets. Oh Tom you kidder!
Lydia sat there with her mouth agape in disbelief. Before she decided to dispute the teddy bear and garbage can she realized that this is what she and Beetlejuice were trying to accomplish in the first place, and let it go.
Lydia: That solves on of my problems.
News: As for the school situation, All the former students of Ms. Shannon's School for Girls will temporarily be transferred to the outside class rooms of our very own Peaceful Pines High School. Classes will start this following Monday at their regular times. This is Tom Greygoreman.
And Amy Wilks (both) For Channel 12 News goodnight.
Lydia switched the T.v. off.
Lydia: Well at least I get to go to the high school. Maybe Delia and Charles will let me enroll there after I prove I can handle public school.
Meanwhile, at the Brewster mansion.
Claire: Gunther, could you like answer the door or whatever you do around here? That door bell is causing me to cringe which will give me wrinkles, and daddy will have to take it out of your salary if I end up looking as old as you when I'm 21!
Gunther, already about to open the door rolled his eyes and sulked then posed himself as he got ready to answer the door bell.
Gunther: Can I-
Looking down he saw a cat with a name tag.
Gunther: Miss Claire! I believe another one of your male admirers have sent you another kitten.
Claire: Don't TOUCH it!
Claire came running down the stairs.
Claire: It might be from Kyle!
Claire slowed down as she saw the mangy cat with a note tied to its collar.
Claire: This is probably another weird cat from Andrew, what a freak. He is like SO obsessed with me. Look, he can't even afford to BUY me a cat. He sends me an orange stray cat. But I do like orange, it is the new pink, so I'll give him that much.
Gunther walked off into another room and closed it off with the large oak doors separating himself from her sight.
Claire: You're an ugly kitty. I won't even pick you up until daddy has you fixed and cleaned.
Claire kneeled down and tilted the note so she could read it.
Claire: Sigh another badly written poem…Sometimes your hair smells of sweet salon moose, your perfume reminds me of the freshest orange juice.
But the way you make me treat me makes me feel like I'm caked in beatle juse beatle juse? What's that supposed to mean? And he spelled beetle juice
Wro-
Claire and the cat disappeared in an abrupt and violent flash of purple and black explosions followed by dimming red light.
To be continued… Separation is Murder part 2