Chapter 6
Sup everybody! I am ecstatic right now. I can't believe I already have 33 reviews. You guys are great. More than great. So thanks so much. I couldn't do it without you. I don't care if that sounds cheesy. Cuz it's true. :) I'd like to give a couple shout outs for the people who reviewed for chapter 5:
allen r [a great supporter with whom I can share my ideas. Allen r helps me out so much]
Tina-Daughter-Of-Poseidon-23 [a fantastic author whom you should check out. Like her profile, I mean. And her stories. Don't think like that!]
DreamingDark [a personal friend and a great supporter]
piperandjasontogetherforever [a personal friend who usually forgets to review so I'm surprised her name is up here ;)]
Jack's Son [a personal friend who is one of the only people who can make me laugh]
Guthans [a great reviewer and supporter who also helps me out]
SPARKLE NINJA [uhhh well she's a guest… and my sister]
Wisdom's Daughte [haha this is a personal friend who messed up on her name while reviewing so I used the same spelling here]
Wow so that's a long list. But that's good! Thanks so much.. Now for the story
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Uncle Rick's characters or his writings
"Oh, umm…" I had to come up with a reasonable answer. "Umm… she, uh… pricked herself on.. a nail..?"
"Oh," Jackson said.
"Yep, that's.. what definitely happened."
Nicko looked over at me and narrowed his eyes. I'm awesome at lying, I can pass any lie detector, but I have to say it. I can't get past my little brother. And I know it. So my tries are lame.
I made a face at Nicko and he looked away again. "So… You want to play Truth or Dare or something?"
Jackson perked up. "Yeah! Jakey, let's play tag!"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. Tag on the roof. And what do you suppose would happen if you fell off the roof? And don't call me Jakey!"
Jackson laughed, and Nicko answered, "You would die. You would fall and either die by hitting your head or breaking your spine. Instant death either way."
I nodded solemnly. "You, sir, are a ray of sunshine." For some reason, I thought I'd heard that somewhere before…
Nicko smirked. "Thanks, I try," he returned sarcastically.
We just sat there awkwardly, as I recall, until Mom called my name. I went to her and saw Dad sitting upright looking fine, but he had a thick badage around his head.
"Mommy! What time is it? I'm tired," Jackson whined as he climbed into the attic.
"It's past your bedtime, that's for sure," replied Mom.
Nicko looked at his digital watch and announced, "It's half past nine."
"Oh, I didn't realize how late it was already!" Dad said.
Mom muttered to him, "Maybe we should hold this until tomorrow."
Dad immediately said, "No! We have to leave tonight." Then he looked over at me. "Let's go. Grab a pack, and we'll head out." He pointed to a bench under the window where there were a couple of bags that Mom had packed earlier.
Then I heard a low growl from downstairs.
"Oh my gods! Can't we just have a normal night of running away from our home?" my dad murmured.
Another monster was in the house. Which I suppose wasn't so surprising because the Cyclops monster thing broke down the door… I barely remember what happened after that. I think that we all raced downstairs, where there was a gigantic black wolf facing off against Leary. They looked identical to each other. But Leary's opponent had been the same size, and I didn't know if he could take it down.
I wondered if Dad had been thinking the same thing, for he quickly ran up behind the other dog thing and chopped it to a very fine, black powder.
"I still don't understand why that happens," I had said. My mom and dad glared at me. Was I not allowed to talk at all anymore? Was it "pick on Jacob" day or something?
My mom pondered over what to do with the door. I guess if there was a hole in the wall, a lot of monsters could get in.
No duh said my subconscious.
"Shut up!" I yelled. Everyone in the house turned and stared.
"Excuse me?" Mom said.
"Uh, sorry. I was talking to myself. You know… Normal teenage stuff?" Haha, no it wasn't.
My mom looked back to the door and muttered to herself about how she was supposed to keep the house warm, because it was almost winter.
"It's going to get very cold. The heat will be wasted." She said.
Dad said to her, "Yeah, well, we have bigger problems than that."
Mom looked up and shrieked shrilly.
Dad said, "They've surrounded the house. We've no chance."
Ummm what?
Dad spoke again, "They must've realized. He's getting more powerful."
Mom glanced at him. "Lysander," she said. Oh, this was gonna be good. She used his full name. "I just want you to know… If we don't make it through this, I love you." Mom reached up and (gag) kissed him.
I collapsed on the floor and pretended to be throwing up. I know it was childish! But I was younger.
"Jacob!" My mom scolded me. Well, if we were about to die, she couldn't really punish me worse. I wonder why all the monsters were attacking today.
My dad looked into my mom's eyes and smiled. "I'll be back soon."
Then he ran out of the hole to fight the monsters. "Xander!" My mom started flipping out. Like really, really spazzing.
I took my sword out and started towards the door. But my mom blocked the hole.
"No. You are not going out there!"
"But, Mom! Dad's going to get himself killed!"
She smiled dreamily. "He'll be fine. He has.. his own way."
That night my dad disappeared. He went outside and never came back. But he's still alive. I know it. He's still alive! He has to be. He's out there somewhere.
But anyway, that night Leary ate a bunch of monsters, and I got to practice with my sword a couple of times. The crowd never surged in on the house, though. Never really understood why.
So, my mom went crazy. Totally mental. She stopped talking to people. She still took care of us, by feeding us and such. But she was like gone. Not in our world anymore. Her head was in the clouds.
Some nights y mom went really crazy. She would take out a knife. And I don't think this knife was a butcher knife or a cleaver or something. I think it was a hunting knife. Like it was made to be a weapon, not a tool.
She would take out the knife and randomly start swinging it around with a maniac look in her eyes. She would yell, "What did you do with him?!" or "Give him back!"
She's actually gone after me with her knife a couple of times. After the tenth time, I decided to do something about it. I tried talking to her. But that didn't really work. It was… bad to say the least. She cut me. I took measures into my own hands and bandaged myself. Then I decided to leave.
So I hope you like the chapter! Leave me ideas in the big box below about where you think the dad went. Happy Thanksgiving! Tell me what you think.
REVIEW PLEASE!