Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry, only my OC's
-Two Weeks later in Wendover-
The shrill annoying cry of an alarm clock awakened Marlo, who sat upright on top bunk of her bed. She held the blanket closer to her chest as she just glared at the red light of the alarm clock as it still cried out, it red 5:15 a.m flashing violently at her. She contemplated smashing it, but the last time she did Chris had complained for a week, as did Maggie and John. Sighing she and rolled over leaving behind the blanket, landing on the balls of her feet on the floor, revealing the only article of clothing on her was a pair of red boxers that said 'got gas?' in white letters.
She stalked towards the alarm clock on the other side of the room and slammed her hand down on the snooze button. Smiling at the fact that the annoying device had finally shut up, she turned on her heels and walked to the bathroom that was connected to their room.
She turned around to survey the room she shared with her twin. It was smallish, big enough for two beds, but the bunk bed saved room, so they used it. It was placed on the far wall in the corner, and on the right of it was a night stand that doubled as a revolving book case, a modern looking lamp sat on top of it, it sat directly underneath the window. Directly next to the bed's left, was a small desk that doubled as there computer stand, a large laptop sat closed on top. Underneath it were their textbooks and cd's. On the left wall, next to the door lead out into the hallway, was a small dresser that they both shared, though their clothes only took up three shelves, they used the other two as storage for their games, dvd's, and game systems. A small flat screen TV sat upon a stand on top of the dresser, along with a few stuffed toys, and other miscellaneous items. Another bookshelf was directly to her right, it held other books and manga's including her secret stash of manga that Maggie or John should never see. It also held her Ihome mini speakers still hooked up to her Ipod, she immediately grabbed it. A wooden hatstand sat next to the bookshelf, it held their backpacks and coats, and their well worn boots were on the floor next to it.
Hearing a groan she looked over at the bottom bunk, seeing the form of her still sleeping brother. He was under the covers, one of his legs sticking out from under it, sleeping on his stomach. His head was buried in his pillow, arms tucked underneath it. A glint of light made Marlo look to the end of the bed, there she saw her wolf RoRa curled up lying on top of her brother's leg that was still under the cover. RoRa looked at her, her eyes glowing with an eerie glow. Marlo held up one finger towards her lips, the wolf just shook her head in a manner that meant yes, then closed her eyes and seemingly went back to sleep. Smirking at the wolf's intelligence, Marlo once again turned on her heels and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Expected from a wolf of hell." She thought lazily as she yawned, then turned on the water. She then set her Ipod to her playlist of her favorite 'Nightmare Before Christmas' songs, she shed what little cloths she had and got into the shower, knowing that it was the right temperature.
Around 30 minutes later she stepped out, sighing in relief at the feeling of water vapor evaporated off her skin. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off, then wrapped the towel around her, turned off her Ipod and walked out into her room. If she could have, she wouldn't wear the towel, she thought as she rummaged through her drawer of shirts, then the drawer they both used for undergarments and socks as she pulled out her panties and bra. But after a few months of Chris bitching about it, she compromised. He didn't really care about his older sister's choice in sleep wear, but he protested that he didn't need to see everything in the morning, she sighed in contempt as she slipped on her bra. Well she did see the point after he walked out of the bathroom early one morning completely naked, toweling off his hair. To say he put her in his shoes would be a good choice of phrases.
She kneeled down in front of the bed to pull out the plastic bin under it to retrieve one of the pair of pants they kept in it, along with their shorts. Slipping the garment on she glanced at the clock, 5:49 it read, she smirked at it.
"Time to wake sleeping beauty." She mumbled softly. RoRa perked up at that, she eyed her master wearily, knowledge of past actions behind her mix matched eyes, and Marlo met her eyes and just stared her down. Even though Marlo was the official owner of RoRa, the wolf preferred to sleep with her brother, the fact annoyed her a long time ago, after all it's not like she couldn't jump up onto the top bunk, and the wolf was a demon after all. No, the reason why RoRa preferred the younger twin was because Marlo kicked liked a fucking mule in her sleep. The older twin accepted the fact years ago, and it kind of worked out for everyone, after all an angry injured RoRa was a very deadly RoRa.
Marlo continued the staring contest with the wolf, just willing her to try and pick a fight, but ultimately RoRa bowed down to her master, letting out a noise that was the human equivalent to a sight, she got up and hopped off the bed. Smirking Marlo turned her gaze to Chris, mentally girding her loins. Normally her brother wasn't that violent, well unless you were a demon, but it wasn't a smart thing to do, that is messing with him in the morning. If it was a regular human, they'd need padding protecting every part of their body, and lots of it. But since she wasn't all together human, plus the fact she was his twin, Marlo didn't need any padding.
She calmly and quietly stuck out her hand and poked her brothers sleeping form. The response to that was him groaning and rolling up into a cocoon, using the blanket as wrapping. He opened his eye to where it was a slit, glaring at the person who dared to interrupt his slumber. When seeing the responsible party he let out a venomous hiss.
"Whad da hell you want?" he asked, his voice was heavy with sleep, but still held lots of venom.
Smirking Marlo just stood up and looked down on her younger sibling. "Time to get up, you need a shower to get the smell of demon off ya."
Another hiss came out from him, "Go Fuck yourself bitch." Chris responded and turned over. Sighing the elder twin just shook her head. Believe it or not, her younger brother was actually the nicer half of the two, as well as the more level headed.
"Is that your final answer?" She asked using her best game show host voice. In response, a hand came out from under the pillow and gave her the one fingered salute, then disappeared back under the pillow.
"That answer the question, now again Go. FUCK. Y-O-U-R-S-E-L-F." Chris responded dragging out the last part in an annoying voice. Sighing again Marlo looked over at RoRa, who was sitting in the corner in between the dresser and computer desk. Her usual morning hiding spot, the wolf had been with the twins long enough to know where to hide to escape the carnage that came from waking the younger sibling.
"You know what to do." Marlo said, then shook her hand at the wolf and went to retrieve her black fingerless gloves and t-shirt. RoRa shook her head in response and came out of her hiding spot. She trotted over to the bed and hopped back on, making sure to land in the space between Chris's sleeping cocooned form and the wall. She first tried to nuzzle the boy's face, but he responded with a very loud primordial growl, swatted at her and pulled up the covers over his head. Making another sighing sound RoRa turned around and faced the wall, the devil wolf knew the routine by heart, for she had been with the twins ever since their mother left them when they were six. She was their mother wolf, though first she had tried to kill them, almost succeeding in killing Chris, taking his left eye. But ultimately Marlo had defeated her but spared her life at Chris's request.
Making another sighing sound, RoRa turned her head back at the cocoon, mentally giving the boy a second chance, then using her hind legs, pushed the bundled up boy. The action in return caused the bundled boy to roll over and fall down onto the floor. Chris rolled out of the blanket, revealing that he slept in an oversized t-shirt and boxers. Growling like a rabid animal, he glared up at the usual culprit behind the overused tactic. His elder sister, the so called 'Angel' by her given middle name, stood smirking at him. She was in nothing but cargo jeans and a bra, her gloves on her hands and a t-shirt in one hand, the other was on her hip.
"You're going to pay for that." He said sternly, glaring a dagger at his older sibling.
"For what?" she asked coyly as she slipped on her shirt, "It was RoRa that Pushed you off, not me." She pointed out, eyeing said wolf, then her fuming brother.
"But it was you who taught her that trick." He deadpanned, and then grumbling turned around and started to rummage for a pair of pants out of the bin under the bin.
"Ah, touché." She replied with a smirk. "You know just because your middle name means Devil doesn't mean you have to act like one."
Chris stood up with a pair of pants in hand and walked over to the dresser, flipping Marlo the bird. To this Marlo just snorts and turns on her heel and walks over to the light switch which was by the other bookshelf.
"Whatever you say 'Mephistopheles'." Marlo responded, smirking at using Chris's middle name, then turning on the lights. He hated it when people call him that, it was one of the few things about what their mother did that he hated the most. The most hated was leaving them without even a word of good bye. He just turned around and glared at his sister with his 'good' eye. Marlo just shrugged and began to move a row of books that covered where her secret stash was. Chris eyed the manga's that she pulled out from the shelf, when he saw the cover of some of them; a blush crept onto his face in recognition.
Marlo turned around and found Chris staring at the manga's in her hand, she smirked at the look on his face then held up one of the manga's and showed the cover at him, shaking it from side to side. Chris's blush continued to deepen as he took in the cover. A man sat on what looked like a luxury bed, he wore a silky looking vest, opened enough to reveal his chest. His legs were splayed outward in a suggestive way, a black panther was lying on the pillows in the background, the title 'Totally Captivated' was written in blue lettering.
Marlo just sneered at him and walked over towards the bed, then placed her hand on her bunk and vaulted up onto it. Landing with ease, the bed squeaked lightly, she looked down at her brother who was still blushing, but he was lost in deep thought. She did her best Cheshire cat grin, she knew exactly what he was thinking, after all she had loaned him her 'Totally Captivated' to him multiple times.
Snapping out of his personal daze Chris just shook his head and continued to find his cloths, glancing at the clock he saw that it was 6:08 a.m. He looked back up at Marlo to see her engrossed in her manga, others littered the bed around her, all were yaoi, with the exception of one 'Hellsing' manga, and all would get both of them in deep shit if John and Maggie there foster parents, found them.
"What if Maggie or John found out that you own those?" Chris asked his sister.
"And what if they found out that you've been reading them regularly in bed at night?" she responded back nonchalantly, a knowing smirk in place.
Chris just stood glared back at her, "... touché" he responded back at her. It was easy enough to see that he resented the view that their foster parents had towards homosexuality.
Marlo was satisfied that she put her brother in his place, but for she still wanted to poke at him and his sexuality. "Oh, what if Maggie found out the reason why you go out for walks after you see the Magic Mike commercials on TV? Or why-" she cut herself off when she realized that four floating red daggers lined up in a semicircular arc, all pointed at her throat. She glanced at her brother, seeing him seething in rage, an intense stare directed at her.
"ENOUGH" he didn't yell or scream it, just whispered it. The whisper held authority that was laced with the command to quit talking. Realizing that she, as the Japanese said after bombing Pearl Harbor, had woken the sleeping dragon, Marlo put the book down on her stomach and held up her hands in a 'I give up' position.
Still glaring at his sister he was about to say something when the sound of muffled footsteps were heard by both twins. Quickly, Chris willed away his summon daggers, and Marlo grabbed all of her manga's and put them behind her where they were out of sight. She then grabbed the 'Hellsing' manga and opened it to a random page, a mock look of interest on her face.
The door opened, revealing plump, blond haired women in her early forties. She surveyed the room with concern eyes, finding Marlo on her bed and Chris ahead of her, standing by the bathroom door. She averted her eyes away from the younger sibling's face as he turned to her. Chris looked down at the floor, forgetting that their foster mother seemed to view his scars as an eyesore. Marlo saw this and mentally growled in her head, but RoRa mimicked the action softly out loud.
"Christopher, Marlo, I thought I heard a strange noise, is everything fine?" the women asked.
"Everything's fine Maggie." Marlo said eyeing her foster mother. It's not like she was a bad foster mother, it's just that she found her to be easily lead along. She was the kind of women that had endless amounts of love and care. But she followed along with the crowd, letting someone else make the decisions almost most of her life. She also believed everything she heard, whether it be gossip from other wives, to rumors spread around just to destroy peoples image and reputation. She was the kind of women that considered her to be modern and respectful. Unfortunately, when it came to situations involving people that weren't ordinary, straight, or Christian, she tried to be so politically correct and careful of her words, that it was extremely awkward for everywhere involved in the conversation or situation. Case in point, how she reacted to her brother's scars and his disability, if she ever found out about his preference towards the sexes, well she would probably handle it better then John, but would be even more nervous. RoRa never felt more guilty for inflicting the injury upon the boy then in moments like these.
"Oh, then you guys better get ready, Breakfast will be ready in about 20 minutes." She said trying to look at Chris, managed to look at his face for a few seconds but then glanced away. She then turned around, closing the door behind her; an awkward silence filled the room.
"Hey Chris I'm-" she started to say but he just held up a hand making her pause. He looked at the floor and shook his head, making his red lock sway back and forth revealing scar tissue mound that covered from his nose to the top of his cheek. Four diagonal claw marks could be faintly seen; the claw marks of a wolf from hell, RoRa felt a sharp pang of guilt.
"Hey, at least she looked at your face for more than two seconds that shows improvement." Marlo said sheepishly, trying to lighten the mood with bad humor. In response to her attempt, Chris gave her a cold look. He then turned around and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Shortly later Marlo could hear 'Escape the Fate' coming from the bathroom as the sound of running water came into the scene.
Letting out a sigh, Marlo just turned to look at RoRa. She could tell that her wolf was feeling guilt for what she had done to him. Both Chris and Marlo had forgiven RoRa years ago, so it hurt her to see the wolf with such a human like expression. She reached over and rubbed the wolf's head.
"It'll be ok," Marlo said softly, RoRa looked at her with softening eyes, "After he gets out of the shower he is back to normal." RoRa responded with a nod of her head, Marlo smiled and then picked up 'Totally Captivated' and went back to reading.
Around 15 minutes later, the water shut off, as did the music. A few minutes after that Chris walked out fully clothed toweling off his hair. The amulet that their mother had given to him hung around his neck. He looked much more relaxed and cheery then he did when he had woken up, he threw the towel on top of the shower curtain rod and closed the door behind him. A look at the clock told them that it was 6:18, breakfast would be ready soon.
Letting out a sight Chris looked at his sister who was collecting her manga's putting them in one pile. "Look, Marlo about before, I jus-" but Marlo interrupted him by throwing the 'Hellsing' manga at him, which he caught with ease.
"No need to apologize bro," She said nonchalantly, then slid off the top bunk and landed on her feet with a thunk. RoRa followed the action and landed on all four paws with a lighter thunk. "Besides I crossed the line." Marlo continued as she bent over and put on socks. She then turned around and grabbed the rest of the manga's and walked over to the bookshelf. She snatched the 'Hellsing' from Chris as he held it out for her. After placing three in the back of the shelf she covered them up and put the 'Hellsing' in the front.
Turning on her heel faster than humanly possible, she pulled up her right arm, clenching her hand to make a fist, and directed a punch directly at Chris's head. Chris let his instincts kick in, quickly he took a short step backwards, simultaneously bringing up his left hand, catching his older sister's right wrist, then pulled to where the fist went further away from him, making Marlo come closer her brother. A red dagger appeared from out of nowhere in his right hand. He gripped the hilt; the blade ran vertically with his forearm. Chris thrust the blade towards Marlo, aiming for her throat, but stopped it to where it was only a few centimeters away.
Chris looked into Marlo's eyes, seeing a fire behind them that showed she was itching for a fight, to hit, to shoot, to slash, to destroy. She held a cocksure grin on her face, as she just stared at her brother's cold expressionless face; his eye stared at her, revealing a fire behind it that was similar to hers. Chris took in a breath and let it out, then let go of his sister's wrist, and made the dagger disappear.
"Was that really necessary dear sister?" he asked, a glint of amused confusion in his eye.
Marlo, still holding up the shit eater grin, tilted her head and spread her arms out wide then made a shrugging gesture. "Had to, thought you were going soft on me for a minute there." She responded.
RoRa, after seeing all this, let out a sighing sound at the twin's antics. Chris scoffed at what Marlo said and rolled his eye, but an amused smirk held his lips. Letting out a bark of laughter, Marlo turned to the hatstand and bent over to put on her boots. Chris went to put on his own socks, RoRa just sat on the floor next to the bed eyeing both the twins. Chris went over to where Marlo was and started to put on his own boots. Marlo placed her hand on Chris's back to steady herself as she put foot into her other boot.
When both were satisfied that their footwear were on properly, they reached for their jackets, Chris's black Eisenhower military style one, and Marlo's old red leather trench coat that her mother had left behind. Marlo who had a more dramatic sense, lifted up the coat, spun it around and made a show of putting it on, Chris sighed at his sister's actions and slid on his. RoRa was watching the events with a bored like expression, the twins often went through this ritual in the morning and she knew exactly what was coming next. She eyed Chris as he reached for his backpack as well as a worn brown leather collar with a single dog tag on it; she let out a small growl of frustration as the youngest twin came toward her, collar in hand.
"I know you don't like it," Chris said with a sight as he kneeled down by the growling wolf and continued to place the collar around RoRa's neck. "But you have to wear it if you want to come to school, and you know It." he finished, and then rubbed the top of RoRa's head, calming her down.
RoRa let out another sighing sound as she shook her head, causing the collar to slide into a less then irritable position on her neck. Chris watched the sight with a rather bemused look, he remembered the first couple of months that RoRa had worn the collar, and she hated it with a passion. But after all this time the leather had worn out and it was more comfortable.
"You guys ready?" Marlo asked, her messager style bag situated, the strap ran across her chest diagonally over her 'Fireflight' t-shirt.
"Yeah, just gotta get RoRa's leash." Chris said. RoRa let out a sound that was close to a scoff, causing the twins to smirk.
Marlo held up a coiled leash, "Got it," she then tossed it to Chris. "Here"
Catching it easily Chris put it in his coat pocket, "Thanks, you got deuce?" he asked.
Marlo in response pulled out a Zippo lighter with a picture of the ace of spades playing card on the side. "Yep, you got Judith?" Chris pulled out a Zippo lighter with a picture of the queen of hearts on it, showing it Marlo. "Your summon Daggers?" Marlo asked, though only for the sake of being annoying.
Chris flicked up his left wrist, and suddenly in his hand was a gleaming red dagger. "You have to ask?"
Marlo gave curt nod and turned towards the door, twisted the knob and opened it, then walked out. Chris and RoRa followed behind, but Chris shut the door when RoRa cleared it. The trio walked down the hall towards the kitchen and dining room area.
Upon entering the room they see Maggie by the stove, the smell of slightly burnt omelets wafted through the air, making Chris inwardly gag. Three girls sat in stools at the breakfast nook/island that was behind Maggie; next to the smallest girl was a baby boy in a high chair. "Hey guys, what took you so long?" the tallest of the three girls, Alice, asked.
Marlo just scoffed, "We were trying to be fashionably late, duh."
"What do you know about fashion?" the middle girl, Amanda, asked with a roll her eyes. This caused everyone, including Maggie, Chris and RoRa to laugh. RoRa's laugh though sounded like a growl meeting a sigh and whine.
"I know plenty about fashion," Marlo retorted, "guys go crazy over my outfits." She struck a pose runway model pose, again causing everyone to laugh again. Chris walked over towards the girls and tosseled the youngest, Alexandria aka Alex, hair.
"Hey!" Alex protest, "Do you know how long it took me to fix my hair like that."
"Nope," Chris responded with a shrug of his arms, "But I know it took me a few seconds to mess it up."
"Urrgh" Alex growled then attempted to attack the youngest twin. Chris just put his hand on the top of her head keeping her down as she swung her hands in a windmill like motion at him. The baby, Alec, laughed at this, causing everyone to smile.
"What's all the commotion in here?" a gruff voice asked. Everyone turned to see a big burly man come into the kitchen, it was John.
"Hey daddy" the girls said in unison. John let out a grunt of acknowledgment, and then walked to Alec, who was reaching out emphatically towards his father. John's face lit up as he picked the baby up and cooed at it. John then spotted the twins, who where know sitting at the table while RoRa was lying on the floor next to a plate. He gave them a nod of his head, they returned it.
"You two were late last night." John said sternly, completely ignoring RoRa, "Do you care to explain yourselves."
"We got home at-" Marlo started.
"10:15 last night." Chris finished, "It's not like we-"
"Were that late, after all our curfew is 10:30." Marlo finished that time.
John just looked at the two of them; he knew that they only finished each other's sentences to screw with him. He started to say something, thought better of it and went back to the baby.
Chris and Marlo liked John, it was just that he was type of man that preferred to keep to himself and left socializing with his kids be when they talked about their day. The girls and Alec where John and Maggie's real kids, the twins came into the scene when they were eight, at that time Alex was the baby of the family. John didn't relate all that well with girls, so when Chris came into the family he thought that he might have the son that every father wanted. Chris went through two years of boy scouts, Football, Baseball and everything else that regular boys did with their fathers, but then he put his foot down. He didn't really hate all the things that John had put him through, it was just that he preferred to read and listen to music then play sports.
"Here you go." Maggie said in a cheery voice as she placed two plates of cheese omelets with sausage in front of Marlo and Chris. "And here's some for you to RoRa." She placed some sausage on RoRa's plate. The trio ate quickly, it was a 45 minute walk to school and they wanted to get a head start. They put their dishes in the sink and started for the door, Chris kneeled down and pulled out the leash and clipped it onto RoRa's leash.
The girls followed them out the door to the curb where they departed ways. Marlo and Chris preferred to walk to school then take the bus, plus RoRa and Marlo weren't allowed on it after an incident involving an old school bully and ended with him having to have a skin graft and testical retrievement surgery, what could they say, they were nine.
It was 82 degrees outside, but a cold wind was blowing making feel like it was 72. Halfway to the school a police car pulled up alongside the trio, the twins immediately noticed the cruiser and the two officers driving it.
"Hey Kraten, O'Conner what's up?" Marlo asked, Chris acknowledged them with a wave and a warm smile, RoRa with a nod of her head.
"We just wanted to thank you guys for taking care of those things in the park last night, we really appreciate It." the older officer, Kraten, said from the driver's side. His salt pepper mustache matched his hair. O'Conner was years younger than Kraten, but both were good guys. What they were referring to was a group of demons that had taken up the park as their residence for a short while, until Marlo and Chris and RoRa came along last night to take care of them.
"It was our pleasure," Chris said, "Besides, we should be thanking you, and we wouldn't have found them till probably a week later, you probably saved someone's life." This caused the officers to smile, and Marlo and RoRa to roll their eyes. Yesterday they came to the twins asking to take care of the demons in the park, the park that they were supposed to patrol it, but they were scared out of their minds of them.
For the last couple of years the Wendover police had started paying them monthly to patrol the town for demons, the local cops seemed to think that they could leave part of their patrol routes to the twins so they could save some time and go to the bar early. Plenty of times the twins had been told there were demons in parts of town, they had spent multiple hours that could have been spent fighting real demons and earning money, but had instead been spent looking for made up demons. They had gone to the park thinking that it was another hoax that some of the non believing officers had set up, but to their surprise the demons were real. Also there was more then first expected, hence why they were cutting it so close to curfew last night.
After a few more minutes of chatting the cruiser pulled away, leaving the twins and RoRa to go back to walking to school.
"Why did you compliment those pussies?" Marlo asked in passing.
"Because they may mention that we went out of our way to help then to sheriff Irons, which may in turn earn us more money." Chris replied boredly.
"Counting our chickens before they hatch are we?"
"Maybe, but it doesn't cost anything to be polite."
"There's a difference between being polite, and being a kiss ass."
"Yes I suppose your right." Chris said as they walked into the school parking lot that was in front of the main building.
"Of course I'm right, after all I-"
"Hey emo" someone yelled before Marlo could finish her smartass retort. Chris and Marlo turned their hands to see a group of 12th graders standing in a group by the front steps. All were looking at the twins, but one person in particular stood out in front of the group. He had on a lettermen jacket that had a picture of a cartoon mosquito, the school mascot, on it. The seniors name was Brandon Vickton, and he was the school quarterback, and met the stereotype that if you're on the football team, then you're the school's jackass. He was new to the school, and was probably used to being the big man on campus. He had singled out the twins, namely Chris, to mess with to prove that he had colons.
Anyone in the town could have told them not to mess with the twins, or at least tell him stories of what has happened to past offenders, but no seemed to have. Marlo would have beaten the shit out of him by now, but Chris wanted to handle it in his own way.
"He talks to you or me?" Chris asked, Marlo just looked at him and sighed.
"I thought that bad jokes were my gig." Chris just smirked at her. RoRa let out a low growl making both of them look at her, then at what she was growling at. Brandon had moved closer, as well as a few of the team that had only been in town for a few years. The rest stayed behind, some had pulled out cell phones and were recording.
"I said 'hey' emo, when I call you, you come got it?" Brandon asked with a sneer, his cronies behind him chuckled.
"You guys do know that that wasn't funny, right?" Marlo asked, eyebrows cocked. The cronies glared at her, she just smirked at them.
"I thought I told you to cut your hair emo. Why didn't you listen to me?" Brandon asked, he took a step forward, but RoRa growled deeper, making him take a step back. "Call off your dog Fag."
"Oh so it's fag now." Chris said calmly, "You think he'd come up with better insults don't you think Marlo?" Marlo chuckled at the flush that crept onto Brandon's face.
"Are you making fun of me you little fag?"
"Yes" both the twins answered. He took another step forward, but RoRa deepened her growl and inched forward, again Brandon retreated.
Smirking Chris stepped forward and reached down to pet RoRa, causing her to back down. She eyed Brandon with hungry eyes.
"For the record, although RoRa is related to dogs, she is a wolf." Marlo said smirking, in her head she was thinking about how Chris might 'handle' this situation. Chris threw the end of RoRa's leash to Marlo and walked forward to Brandon, she caught, her smile widening as more and more violent images about what Chris would do to him filled her head.
"You know Brandon, this interest you have in me, might lead some to think you have a crush on me." Chris said, wiggling his eyebrows at Brandon, though only one was visible. Marlo's laughter could be heard by everyone around; most had stopped to see what was going on.
"What did you say you little fag?" Brandon asked a deeper flush of anger colored his face.
"You heard me, I mean you want me to 'come' when you call" Chris said air quoting the obvious part of the sentence. "And you seem to have a vehement interest in my hair style, so tell me are you batting for attention?" Chris asked, a smirk in place, he was just waiting for Brandon to throw the first punch.
"Why you little piece of shit! How dare you call me gay?" Brandon practically screamed, his stance was poised ready for a fight.
"Sorry to tell you this Brandon, but you not really my type. Maybe you should try some of the guys in Drama club." Chris responded, egging him on, just waiting for Brandon to take the bait.
Everyone around them was laughing at Chris's suggestion, which pushed Brandon over the edge. Letting out an enraged battle cry, he charged towards the younger twin, both hand clenched into fist. Chris just stood there, his body was relaxed, but his eye revealed that he was ready for anything that Brandon could throw at him. Brandon threw a loose right hook, leaving him wide open for Chris's attack. Faster than anyone, excluding Marlo and RoRa, could see, Chris took a step forward into Brandon's punch. Chris grabbed hold of Brandon's out stretched wrist with his right hand, and with his left hand formed a spear with his fingers, and thrust them upwards into Brandon's throat, momentarily collapsing his windpipe. Chris then stepped back and crouched down and spun around, his left leg stuck out, and swept Brandon's feet out from under him. Brandon went into the air, his back parallel with the ground, his brain not even registering that he couldn't breathe or that he was no longer standing. Chris let go of Brandon's wrist and placed his right hand onto Brandon's chest, then pushed down on him, causing him to slam into ground.
Everyone saw Brandon going for Chris, and then the next thing they saw was Brandon on the ground on his back, staring up in confusion and shock, not breathing. Chris had returned to his original spot and was staring down at Brandon, admiring his handiwork, he turned to Marlo and RoRa, and both were staring at the body on the ground. When they looked up Marlo gave him a big smile and two thumbs up, RoRa's maw was opened to reveal her sharp teeth, her version of a smile. Chris smiled, closing his eye, and then turned back around.
"What's going on here?" an authoritive female voice asked. Everyone scattered faster than Chris had taken down Brandon. The trio was left standing there, with Brandon who was just now starting moaning in pain. Chris and Marlo stared at the female that responsible for the scattering of students, just as a bell rang in the background. Great they were late. The woman had a black corset looking outfit on, a lightning bolt ran down from in between her breast to her were her navel was. She wore a red coat on top and black slacks with black heeled shoes. Her blonde hair was down to her waste, and her blue eyes were scanning the scene before her.
"A fight is what happened." Marlo said indifferently, always being the smart ass. "And you would be?"
The blonde woman just looked at her then at Chris, she seemed to be assessing the scene in front of her. The twins felt something off about her; they looked down at RoRa who was sniffing the air enthusiastically. After a few more seconds of sniffing RoRa looked up at them, her ears fell down then up, her version of a shrug.
"My name is Trish, and I am your substitute teacher." The blonde woman, Trish answered.