A/N- Hey peoples! Okay, another chappie! Yay! This one is from Bianca's POV. Read and Review! Thanx!
"Alright, kids, here we are!"
Nico and I groaned. It was the summer, so that meant no more boarding schools. But what it did mean is foster parents. We had just spent the last two hours in the back seats of a pick up truck, with our paper bags filled with clothing. Opening the car door, I watched as Mrs. Forge walked up the sidewalk towards a group of nicely set houses. Mrs. Forge is our social worker. I hated her. She was too peppy at times, and at other times, demanding. Today she was unusually happy. Usually, she couldn't wait to get us into another home.
"Hurry up, children!" She said, again, in that sickening peppy voice. Her cold blue eyes looking into mine sent shivers down my spine.
"I think she's PMSing." Nico whispered over my shoulder.
"I think your right." I whispered back. Flinging our paper bag over my shoulder, I headed for the house. It looked to be a very peaceful area. Houses lined the paved street, and beautiful gardens were sprung all over the houses. The three of us kept walking, Mrs. Forge was eyeing her directions.
"Darn Mapquest! It never gets it right!" I heard her complain. Sighing, I looked over my shoulder to see if Nico was still following. He was dragging a few paces behind me. Soon, we turned a corner, where I saw more beautiful houses. But one thing caught my eye. It was a house, but it looked out of place. It had broken windows, and dead grass was surrounding it. The paint on the siding was chipped off, and the roof was falling apart. If this was a scary movie, lightning would flash right about now.
"Please tell me this isn't our house." I pleaded.
"Well..." Mrs. Forge said, looking at the address. "Well, it is! Come on, lets go children! Its your new home!"
"Oh great." Nico complained. Mrs. Forge looked back,but then kept going. Stepping up to the run down house, I prayed that it was a mistake. Finally, Mrs. Forge came and knocked on the shackled door. Waiting patiently, I saw nothing but junk all around the yard. I mean, it was like a landfill just dumped itself onto this yard. I saw a broken rake, a lawn gnome, a few chairs, and loads of trash. Suddenly I heard the door open.
"Hey! You are late!" I heard a gruff voice say. I turned to see a large man, with a tan over-sized shirt covering his fat belly, and gym shorts. He also had a hat over his eyes, and really big feet. He smelled to. Revolting odor emitted from his house.
"So, have you brought the little children with you?" The man asked, twiddling his abnormally huge thumbs.
"Yes," Mrs. Forge said, cheerfully. I was really getting annoyed with her. She had this edge to her voice like she wanted to get rid of us as soon as possible. "Here they are! They have their bags, ur, um...bag, and are ready to go! You did sign the consent forms, right?"
The man looked confused for a moment, but then said, "Oh, yeah! I got those right here!" He then dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "Here you go!" Mrs. Forge uncrumpled it, looked at it, and shrugged.
"Thats great! Well, I'm off! You kids have fun!" She slammed the door and ran back outside. I watched longingly as the social worker hussled around the corner and out of sight. I turned to face the man.
"So," he said, glancing from me to Nico, "Wanna introduce yourselves for me?"
"I'm Bianca." I said tartly.
"I'm Nico!" Nico said. "You sure got a...um, nice place here. So, where do we sleep?" Honestly, I was curious to. I was hoping it would at least be a bed.
I thought too soon. The grimy man led us up the creaky steps and into what seemed to be a large walk in closet.
"You see, I got you guys an air mattress to sleep on. You'll have to share."
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I barely got any sleep that night. The revolting stench of the house was really getting to me. Nico was fast asleep to my right, and I was tossing and turning, just thinking. "This guy is weird...I'll have to take Nico and get him out of here." I thought. Suddenly, I heard a few loud clanking noises, and a sound that a frying pan might make. Quietly, I got up off of the air mattress and creeped down the stairs.
"Ah! The darkness awaits for two young ones! Heehee! I can just taste them!"
I heard a raspy voice say. I gulped. Hairs stood up on my back. I knew what he was talking about. I soon realized that this waasn't an ordinary person. Taking a deep breath, I peeked into the kitchen, where I saw something strange. I saw the man...but he only had...uh-oh- one eye! He was standing in front of this huge cauldron thingy that was full of boiling green gunk. It reminded me of those dracula cartoons, where the vampire is standing over a huge bubbling cauldron. But this was no cartoon, it was real.
Suddenly, the man stopped what he was doing. He picked up a large knife from under his shirt.
"Oh no...what is he doing now?" I thought. Then, what I had feared happened. He looked up, and spotted me.
"Ahh...what do we have here? A midnight snack for Mojo, I see!" I guess that Mojo is this guy's name. Cool. Anyways, I was scared for my life. The one-eyed man stepped closer to me, but I was already dashing up the stairs to wake up Nico. When I got to the closet, Nico was still sound asleep. I heard the man coming upstairs. I knew had to hurry. I bent down and shook Nico so he would wake up.
"What's happening!" He groaned. "Is it morning already?"
"Nico! Get up! We have no time!" I urged. I could hear him at the door. I was so scared. Nico warily stood up at the sound of his feet stomping to the door.
"What's that?" Before I could answer, the door burst open. It was him.
"Hmm," he looked from me to Nico and back to me. "Which to be eaten first? Ahh...let's try this naughty little half-blood who was spying haha." His huge eye glared at me.
"What is a half blood?" I thought. I shrugged it off. I had other things to worry about. The man swung his arm over and grabbed my shoulder. Before I could speak, he was yanking me down the stairs. I squirmed in his grip, trying to break free, but he held me tightly.
"Bianca!" Nico screeched from behind me, almost in tears. He kicked and punched this creature, but it was no use. He quickly bounded with me down the stairs. We were soon near the big pot.
"No! You-you can't do this! You were supposed to take care of us! No!" Nico kept screaming. I kept silent, focusing on getting away from the man's huge hands. I would shove forward, he would just squeeze my shirt collar to half-choke me. I would push left, he would just rotate his grip. I could see the gleaming pot in front of me, emitting a fowl odor that smelled like gasoline and a dirty diaper that had been set in the microwave, and then mixed together. I could feel this evil thing breathing down my back, his breath got heavier every step we took. Soon, my stomach was touching the edge of the cauldron.
"Now is thee time for vengiance!" He yelled out. Taking a deep breath, I prepared for a heated end. I was about ready to give up. Then I got an idea. Without thinking, I used my free are to grab the back of his shirt, flip myself out of his grip, and shove him forward into the pot. Nico ran up to my side and helped me push.
"GYAAA!" He screamed as he was immerged into the water. He soon bubbled up, and sunk. Hard.
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"Nico get your stuff! We're leaving." I said. Immediately, he darted up the stairs to the room where we kept our things. My hands shook. I bent down and collapsed on the floor. Breathing heavily, I heard Nico come down with our small bag.
"Are you okay, Bianca?" He asked.
"Yeah...let's go."
I grabbed my the bag, flung Nico on my shoulders, and stepped out the front door. I held my breath until we were out of range from the odor. Feeling free, yet again, I continued to walk down the street, and away from that house forever. Nico and I were on our own, again.
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