Part Three: The Unforeseen Gauntlet
This wasn't fair. He had done his time in the Void. He had converted to the side of Good and Righteousness. He dealt with Ben Tennyson on a daily basis, for four years, and hadn't murdered the idiot yet. Why the hell did he have to baby-sit these four monsters?
Some of Gwen's, and Ben's, family had come to town for a visit. These relatives had produced four brats. Allison, the thirteen year old who sat on her ass all day and did nothing but text her friends; Micheal (why that name?), the nine year old budding pyromaniac/sociopath/pervert who had already raided his older cousin's underwear drawer three times; Jason, the quiet seven year old who would not leave his baby-sitter alone and Cassandra, the four year old who had her finger permanently stuck up her nose and was currently attached to her baby-sitter's other leg.
And why was Kevin baby-sitting? Who in their right minds would let (coughcough make coughcoughcough) Kevin Levin baby-sit four such "precious" and "fragile" beings? The Tennyson family of Bellwood. He always knew they were nuts. He still didn't understand the logic behind it.
Gwen, Ben, and Ben's girlfriend Julie Yamamoto, were working so they couldn't baby-sit. Okay, he understood that.
The moms (Jen Tennyson (Gwen's mother), Sandra Tennyson (Ben's mother) and Eliza Morte (the foul creature who birthed the four monsters he was currently being besieged by)) wanted to have a spa day together. It was the first time in years they had seen each other and so had a lot of catching up to do. This annoyed him but he begrudged them that right.
The dads (Frank Tennyson (Gwen's), Carl Tennyson (Ben's) and Raphael Morte (the four monsters')) were catching up around a football game. Here the logic broke down for the first time but he had kept his mouth shut.
Grandpa Max was supposedly off-world; he was actually taking a day off as to "reconnect" with his energy being, hippie-ish (ex?-)wife Verdona, Gwen and Ben's grandmother. This was where Kevin got pissed off about the whole thing. He was stuck baby-sitting four hell-spawn because Max Tennyson, a sixty year old Plumber who should have been more responsible than this, was off banging his wife.
But, for whatever reason, Kevin was still trapped baby-sitting four demons; hoping that the apartment, and him, would survive until Gwen got home. Because they were perfect angels for family members.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Gun running from the darker recesses of the apartment with smoldering fur and a terrified look to him. The wolf broke through the solid oak front door and high-tailed it down the street, yelping at the top of his lungs the entire way. Hopefully he would return with some back-up. It sure didn't look like it though.
"That's! IT!" he shook off the two glued to his legs, it did take a few tries (they had impressive grips for kids) but he made sure they landed on the couch. He then stormed over to Allison, swiped her phone, quickly texted the message that she would be out of range for the rest of the afternoon, sent that to everyone in her address book before crushing the tiny pink cell in his fist.
"HEY!" she shrieked indignantly, "That was mine!"
"Oh, sorry," he snarked, dropping the mangled remains, "GET OVER IT!"
She pouted, "I don't know why Gwen loves you. You're mean."
"Get. Over. It." He repeated slowly, "You see that mess in there?" he pointed to the kitchen, which was destroyed by Micheal, "You're gonna clean that up…"
"Not my mess."
"Please. I'm getting angry…"
"Get over it," she echoed, "you can't make me clean anything."
"GET IN THERE NOW!" he lost control for a second but it was long enough to terrify her into bending to his will.
"You two." He barked at the youngest, now huddled together out of fear, "Don't move an inch."
They nodded.
He stormed off to the backrooms, something hit the back of his head and he blacked out.
When Gwen returned home she found him bound with her magically enchanted manacle-like chains (used on him at her pleasured whim); he was weak against enchanted items, they brought him back down to normal. He was also gagged by a sock shoved down his throat. His head was half shaven; he had gained a sharpie mustache, a sharpie black-eye and was apparently a make-up manikin for while.
The first words he had said to her as soon as she disciplined her cousins and then ungagged him, "No kids. Ever." She had cackled at him in a laugh that had him worried.
It took another two days for Gun to return; apparently he had run to Grandpa Max for safety and had thus been hiding under the Rust-bucket. He was still a nervous wreck.