I lay Phineas back onto his bed before I grab my phone from my bed.
"Do you want to go downstairs? It's lunchtime," I suggest, and he nods his head in reply. I wait until he's next to me to head downstairs.
"Boys!" Mom calls. Phineas and I give each other a confused glance before rushing down the stairs.
"Boys, listen. City Hall sent out a notice that police were coming around to every household to check for what they call 'paranormal activity'," Mom says quickly, speed-walking to the fridge.
I look at Phineas, trying not to look scared.
Paranormal activity? Does this mean somebody found out about Phineas that night?
"What do you mean?" I ask as calm as I can. Phineas exchanges glances with me again, this time with fear.
"Well, they're looking for any 'paranormal activity' around town, because there were a few reports of extremely loud noises a week or so ago, as well as about a month back, and missing or just dead animals. Some of them were found bitten; they tested the DNA and it appeared to be mixed in with some odd blood," She says.
"Either way," She says quickly and quite loudly. "Phineas, I need you to go to the store. We need…" She says before pausing, "milk. We need milk. Get going," She says. She begins pushing Phineas towards the back door and hands him a five dollar bill.
"But mom," Phineas says as he slips past her. He opens the fridge, showing the contents, "We have plenty of milk."
"Yes, we have some, but we need more, now go!" She grabs him again and pushes him out the door.
"Well, can I get my pho-" "Milk! Go! Now!" And with that, mom slams the back door shut. I look out the kitchen window, watching as Phineas cautiously begins walking away.
What on Earth?
"Mom-" I'm cut off by a loud, strong knock from the front door. Mom runs and answers, and immediately, four policemen walk in. I look behind them, out the door, seeing noticeable lack of policemen guarding the still-running car.
"We need to scan you guys for paranormities," One says. They pull out a device and slowly put it up and down around mom's left side. They begin to do the same to her right, and then walks over to dad who had just entered the room. Then it was my turn.
The red light on the device never changes, so I assume it didn't find what it was looking for.
The policemen proceed to survey us each independently, which must have taken a good 20 minutes, before the policemen begin to leave. Just as they all walk out, Phineas walks in.
Phineas' P.O.V.
"Well, can I get my pho-" "No! Milk! Now!" She yells quickly as she slams the door in my face. I stand there for a moment, shocked, before turning on my heel and sighing.
I start walking to the door of the garage, towards the store, when something catches my eye; men, wearing police uniforms, walking into our house.
A thought crossed my mind, but I tried not to think about it.
I hide behind the corner of the garage, watching as they walk in as soon as mom answers the door. Odd, that's very unlike policemen. It's law that they inform you of their reason for evading your home. It's not smart to leave a car running without anyone watching, as well as closing the door behind you? That completely blocks it from view. Who are these guys?
I take a chance and make a dash for the empty car; if these guys really were cops, they'd have cop equipment, but they don't.
I only look into the car, taking in everything that I can. I note the fake lights atop the car, the empty dashboard, and no real sign of this being a police car.
I continue to search with my eyes; I open up the glovebox, only seeing napkins, tickets, and...
My heart starts beating harder as I notice the small, almost 'L' shaped container within the pile of used napkins, along with a sheath concealing a knife.
A gun and a knife.
So, not only are these people fake cops, but they have a gun and a knife in their car?
That's when a strong smell hits me, and I immediately look into the back to find fresh blood splattered on the seats, that back of the driver's seat, even on the ceiling of the car. I spot a few points where the red seems mixed with purple.
That was all I could take before my stomach filled with dread.
I close the compartment as quietly as I can before backing away and heading to the store to get the milk mom needed for some reason.
Once I get the milk, I decide to just think. What would I tell Ferb? I don't want to worry him, but… He needs to know.
After those few minutes, I hide behind the corner of our fence. I watched as the 'policemen' begin walking out. Once they're distracted, chatting with each other and probably discussing whatever they did as they make their way down our sidewalk, I silently sprint behind the garage corner and into the house, closing the door behind me before the men in the car could spot me.
"Phineas," Ferb says as he runs over to me.
Ferb's P.O.V.
"Phineas," I say as I run over to him. "Dude, do you know what just happened?"
"No, but I uh… need to tell you something. Upstairs?" He says nervously. I give him a confused stare, but eventually decide to start walking to the stairs.
"Mom, I got the milk. I'll put it in the fridge," Phineas says from the kitchen.
"What? Oh, ok!" Mom yells from the living room. Phineas puts the milk in the fridge and follows me to the stairs where we walk up to our bedroom to talk.
"Okay, dude, mom literally just saved you," I say as I point to the door as if she were standing there.
"I know! Do you… think she knows?" Phineas says, that last part a whisper.
"I don't know… it's possible," I say, uncertain. "What was it you found?" I ask, just remembering he wanted to say something too.
"Well, um, you may not like this. At all. I know I don't," Phineas says, his expression changing to one of fear. I lean forward slightly, listening close.
"Well, those so-called 'policemen' left their car running, unlocked and unattended, so I figured I could get away with seeing if it was authentic. Ferb, those were fake cops. I saw. There was no walky-talkies, no unwritten ticket notebook things, no actual cop car lights," He says. His face of concern remains, but I calm slightly.
That's all?
"Oh, so I was right… I noticed a few things too, like they didn't tell us what they were doing before entering as law requires. They just walked right in and told us we were being scanned for 'paranormal activity'" I say with air quotes.
"Who do you think they were?" Phineas asks slowly.
"I don't know, Phin. But they were fakes, and wandering around town looking for werewolves, I can tell you that much. They must be working for the man who kidnapped us," I conclude.
"Yeah, you've got that right… but, I… I found something out," Phineas continues his nervous behavior, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt, and I begin to wonder what he's trying to say.
"Ferb, these guys do work for him. They have to. There's no other explanation for why I saw what I saw…"
"...What did you see, dare I ask?" I look at him, waiting for his answer. He takes a slow breath before continuing.
"I-I found a gun, in their glove box. That, and a knife. That's when I smelled… blood. It was really strong, like the blood was fresh. Fresh and purple. Ferb, I have a really bad feeling that those fake cops did get their hands on someone, and that someone was just like me… They took the person I guess. Maybe just bled them to unconsciousness, or maybe even… Maybe even killed them…"
"Oh…" I say, taking in this new information. My mind goes blank when I hear it all, and all I could think about, was how my brother could have been stuck with the same fate.
"Wait, so you went into the car, found nothing that would prove they were actual cops, found knives and guns in the glove box, and… red, as well as purple, blood… splattered around in the back seat…" I repeat stupidly. Phineas nods, still looking towards the ground.
"We should report this. Tell someone what you found," I decide. He lifts his head to face me.
"Okay," He replies, "When should we go?"
"Let's go as soon as possible. Maybe we can get real cops to find them before they're done searching houses, and, before they can harm anyone else." "Alright."
We get up and begin heading downstairs yet again, before I decide to stop Phineas.
Placing a hand on his shoulder to slow him down, I quietly sigh. "I'm glad mom got you out of the house. Maybe she knows about your secret, maybe she doesn't, but for now… I'm just happy you're okay," I say with a smile. He shyly smiles in return, and we both begin walking downstairs once more.
Heyo! So, here's your weekly dose of Monster of The Moon. Hope you enjoyed! And, just as a heads-up, next chapter may get a little bit intense.
See ya! :3