Chapter 9- Bring in the New Kids
A/n: This is a continuation of the Grau biographies. I really do apologize for the late late update. Gah, I've had this story written for over a year, but I gave it to a friend to type up and she never did, so I finally got it back about a week or so ago. Now I'm finally getting it up. --;
"Alex! Put down that damn video game. Those are meant for little boys with no imaginations or for a lack of a better word, a good education." Paige Leifoh said.
"Mom, I don't want to read those boring romance novels you give to Jennifer, Nikki, and Phoebe. This has action. This is what I live," Alex said.
"Alex just wants to be a boy," Jennifer said.
"Yeah, that's why she's not courting anyone," Phoebe added.
Alex's mother walked out of the room, leaving fourteen-year-old Alex with her three older sister. Oh, God! Get me out of here soon, please! Alex thought. Jennifer, Nikki, and Phoebe made a circle around this smaller, younger, sister. Not again, Alex thought. "What?" Alex asked.
Her sisters gave her evil smiles. Jennifer and Nikki, the twins, grabbed Alex's shoulders and pulled her down to the ground. Phoebe ran to get her makeup bag. Alex struggled beneath their grasps. "Let me go!" This was not how she wanted to spend the night before her fifteenth birthday- in the clutches of her evil older sisters.
When Phoebe returned with her makeup bag, that's when Alex had had enough. When Phoebe leaned over her with her brushes and paints Alex kicked her hard in the stomach. When she fell back, Alex pulled her legs over her head and knocked the twins over.
Jennifer jumped at her and Alex punched her in the nose so hard that it began to bleed. Nikki ran at her, but Alex pushed her down and began punching her in the face repeatedly. That was, until her mother and father came rushing in. Her father pulled her off of Nikki, and dropped her on the floor. Giving her a quick slap across the face he yelled at her, "What in the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?"
Before Alex could answer, her father picked her up by her collar and was dragging her to her room. He threw inside the room. Alex rolled across the floor about eight times. When she finally stopped she looked at her father, he slammed the door shut, and locked it from the outside.
The next morning someone wrapping her into a tight, long-sleeved shirt rudely awoke Alex. When she shook her head and woke herself up completely, she realized what was going on- this huge guy was wrapping her in a straight jacket! "What the hell are you doing to me?" she cried out.
"This is for your own good," she heard her father say. She looked to her doorway. Her mother and father, along with her sisters behind them, watched the man bundle her up tight.
"What did I do?" she asked, afraid.
"The doctor says you have a disorder called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, as well as a lot of unstable aggression. He recommended that you stay in a rehabilitation facility until you can be released to the public. Then we'll come get you, and you can be the perfect daughter: just like Jennifer, Nikki, and Phoebe," said Paige. "We're doing this because we care about you, Alexis."
"Care about me!" Alex screeched. "If you care about me then why in the hell are you sending me to a nut house?"
"Alex, we're trying to help you, " Jason Leifoh said.
"No, you just want to get rid of me!"
"C'mon little lady," the man said. He picked Alex up and started to carry her off.
Alex wiggled around in the man's arms. "Put me down, dammit!"
"You're pretty strong for a little girl," the man said. Finally he put her into the type of truck/van that had a padded room inside
Alex's family stood and watched as the van/truck thing made it's departure. Her sisters were smiling as they waved, and called sarcastically, "Bye-bye, Alex!"
After spending two years in a mental institution, she had not seem her family once. After four months she had gotten bored with jumping against the padded wall. Now she was severely bored. One day she was sitting in the padded cell, that was her own, reading a magazine. She had mastered turning the pages with her toes. She found an interesting article about dream haunters.
A deam haunter is a person who can force people to have dreams or hallucinations about whatever they please, and can last for hours-even days for an expert. These dream haunters can cause people to have severe psycotic problems and drive people to the brink on insanity.
She was interrupted when a nurse knocked on the door. When she opened it the nurse allowed a young man with black hair and cobalt blue eyes to enter the cell. "Do you have the wrong room?" Alex asked.
"Are you Alex Leifoh?" he asked.
"UH…yeah." She scooted closer to the corner that she was already in.
"How would you like to get out of here?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you want to get of here all you have to do is day you'll join my team of assassins."
"What'sin it for me?"
"Besides freedom, this," he said holding up a gameboy color.
"Oh, a Gameboy! Gimme!"
"Say yes"
"Yes!" Alex squeaked. "What's your name any way?"
"Tom." He said.
"Okay, not get this damn straight jacket off me and give me that damn gameboy!"
Csaza-
"Your parents will be home soon, sir." A smiling servant said.
"Good. I have to tell them tonight." The handsome young boy said.
"Why tell them on Christmas? They haven't been home for a month. Don't you think that they'll be furious?" the kindly old servant asked.
"I hope they aren't. Maybe they'll understand. Now would be as good of a time as any."
The boy ran a comb through his auburn hair. IT fell back into place, thick strands that hung across his forehead and ears. He looked in the mirror once more then ran down the stairs like he did when he was just a little boy in a hurry to open his Christmas gifts. He reached the bottom of the stairs and there his parents were waiting for him.
They seemed different. True, they had been in Europe for the last month, but still, something about them seemed very strange. I'm just nervous, he thought. I'll feel better after I tell them.
"Csaza, darling!" his mother started. She walked over to him, her high fashion heels clicking as she walked across the linoleum. She wrapped her arms around him, the fragrance of her expensive perfume enclosing him. "Oh, I've missed you so much, baby!"
"I missed you too, Mom."
"We're proud of you, Csaza. Even though we've been gone a lot you kept up your grades, haven't missed a single day of school, and we spoke to your acting instructor, he said that you've gotta shot in a movie sometime, hmmm?" h is dad said.
"Uh…huh…yeah." Csaza said getting even more nervous.
"Let's go sit in the parlor. We can talk about everything that's happened. Kristen, get us some tea, won't you?" Csaza's mother called to the older maid. They sat down on the sofa, while his father sat in his tall back black, leather arm chair.
"So, Csaza, what's been going up or down or whatever it is you kids say these days?" his father asked.
"Uh, it's what's up, dad." Csaza chuckled. "And I do have some news for you."
"Oh, I'm sure it marvelous!" his mother chirped.
"Yeah. Heh. Heh. Heh. Great news. Mom, Dad, I know you're both gonna freak out about this, but I like guys."
"Well, of course you do." His mother said. "You're a boy and you needs guy friends. You can't just be expected to have female friends."
"NO, Mom. Don't put yourself into denile. I am dead serious on this. I like guys and girls, ya know, sexually."
He looked from hs mother's shocked face to his father's anger stricken one. "Csaza, what in the hell is wrong with you? You're a boy and an Etne. You can't be an actor if you're gay. Straighten yourself out this instant. No son of mine is gonna be a cock sucker! If this is a joke you will be grounded for the next five years!"
"Dad, no! I can't help the way I feel. I meant to tell you sooner, but it seemed that this was the best time to 'come out of the closet.' So to speak."
His mother began crying, "OH, my poor baby!"
"Mom, don't…"
"Csaza shut your mouth and get out of my house!" his father yelled.
"Dad, I…"
"You have two choices' straighten up or get out."
"Fine," Csaza said standing up. "I'll get my stuff and then I'm out of here." Turning around he ran upstairs and into his room. He took his duffle bag out of his closet and began filling it with clothes and stuff he would need. Before leaving the room, though, he grabbed his wallet. He ran back down the stairs.
"Csaza!" his mother called after him. Her only son was leaving their home on Christmas.
Csaza reached into his pocket and found he had his car keys. Climbing into the car, he tossed his bag into the backseat, and started the ignition. He looked at the house one last time before speeding out of the driveway. He drove around for four and a half-hours convincing himself that this was the right thing to do, and finally decided to crash at a hotel for the night.
When he was lying on the bed watching TV he heard something outside the window. He stood to go look at it when a man came flying through the window.
"Oh, uh, damn. I think I got the wrong room. Man, their gonna kill me," the man, who looked not much older than Csaza muttered.
"Ummm, could I help you?" Csaza offered.
There was some shouting and banging noises coming from the outside. "Uh, yeah, okay. I want you to go with me to the second floor. I'm gonna break into a room. I want you to pin the guy. Do you think you could do that?"
"Um. Sure," Csaza said. "What should I call you, by the way?"
"Dymetrio, you?"
'Dymetrio,' Csaza thought. His name was just as beautiful as his face. Carved by angels was the only expression Csaza could come up with to come close to describing this man's looks. "Csaza."
"Okay, Csaza. Let's go."
The two ran up to the second floor. When they got into the room they found Toma nd Dyllan were already there. Csaza looked around, there were four bodies on the floor. All of them appeared to be dead.
"What are you?" Csza asked. He turned to face Dymetrio. "Are you guys murderers?"
"Of a sort." Dymetrio said. Why deny the truth.
"Het, who's he," a gril with brown hair asked.
"This is Csaza," Dymetrio said.
"Oooh! Dymetrio's gotta boyfriend!" she giggled. "It's so cute."
"Oh, yeah, like he's gonna turn out to be gay." Dymetrio said in a slightly disappointed tone.
"Acutally, I am." Csaza said.
"Seriously?" Dymetrio asked.
"Yeah, That's why I'm here. My parents kicked me out."
"Hey, you could join up with us." The long haired brunette said.
"For once the psycho has a good idea." Dymetrio laughed.
Csaza smiled at the people. He was glad to be accepted despite his sexual orientation and he figured killing bad people wasn't a bad thing.
-Erika-
"Mommy, you can't keep me sheltered forever!" Erika yelled.
"I can keep you here as long as I like!" a skinny blonde woman said. She looked a lot older that her thirty five years of age. Drugs and alcohol had done some serious damage on her looks.
"You have to be sixteen to be emancipated." Her mother snapped.
"I am sixteen!" Erika yelled back.
The young girl stormed out of her parents' house. "Where to go?" she asked herself aloung. "Eh, I'll just head over to the park. Maybe some of my friends will be there." She said. Walking at brisk pace down the street, she entered Central Park. It was surprisingly empty. A few young children and their parents, and one man wih auburn hair cutting through the park with a bag of groceries.
"Hey girl." The man called to her.
Erika looked to him. "Me?" she asked, nervously.
"Yeah. Are you Erika Matthews?"
"Yeah." She replied suspiciously.
"Hi, I'm Csaza Etne. I was asked to recruit you to join my group."
"Um…Why?" Erika asked. "What do I get out of it?"
"Um…I have two boxes of peeps and powdered sugar." Csaza said looking into his bag of groceries.
"Deal." She said.
Csaza looked down at her with surpris. That was rather easy.
-Dom-
"Domnique! Domnique! Domnique!" Rachel called.
"What?" the girl replied.
"It's Luke!" Rachel squeeked.
"What about him?"
"He's been cheating on you!" Rachel yelped.
"What? With you?" Domnique asked. She would never have thought Luke would cheat on her. It both surprised and depressed her.
"Casey Macbeth. They're going tothat party tonight. I heard people talking about it in school today."
"I didn't'." Domnique said. She paused for a moment to look at the ground before looking Rachel dead in the eyes. "He's going down. We're going to that party."
Later thatnight Domnique and Rachel went to the house where the party was being held. She found Luke shortly after entering the house. He was on the couch in the livingroom makingout with another girl that Domnique hated more than anyone at that school. She walked up to the large sofa and stood there for a while before the girl notice and said, "Excuse me, we're busy."
When Luke glanced up he began trying to make up excuses. "Oh,um, Domnique, baby, this isn't how it looks."
"Right." She reache dout and grabbe dhim by the shirt colar and kocked Casey to the floor. She threw Luke down and pinned him with her legs and an arm. With her right arm she punche dhim in the face at least ten times before someone pulled her back. She managed one kick to the stomach before he was out of her reach.
When she was released she made her exit. She knew deep down that she had to get out of the house before he could get to her and hurt her. She ran home from that house. Her eldest brother, Cory, had met her at the front door. They went into her rom and she told him everything that had happened. Her parents Derek and Kelsey were listening outside the door. "We'll tell her tomorrow." Derek said.
"Maybe we should wait a few more years," Kelsey said.
"No, we've put it off for the last six years. Every birthday we say we're going to tell her, but then we feel bad and we put it off to next year. She's fourteen, and her birthday is tomorrow, it's time we told her."
"If that's what you think we should do." Kelsey said. The two went off to their bedroom.
The next morning Domnique qwnt into the kitcchen. Her "parents" were sitting at the table when her mom saw her, she began stirring her coffee rapidly. Her father p ut donw his newspaper and said, "Domnique, sit down, hunny. We need to talk to you."
Domnique sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, "Am Iin trouble for something? It it's ab out that stain in the den, I didn't do it."
"No, hunny, no." her mother said. "WE have something to tell you. It' s al ittle difficult to explain."
"This isn't the sex talk again, is it? Because we went over this in school already. Abstinance is the key. I know, I know."
"No, that was two years ago, but it's good that you remember. This is about you." Her dad said.
"Okay." Domnique said, becoming very confused.
"Domnique, hunny," her mom started. "Now, you know we love you very much, and we wantyou to know that we really care about the way you feel."
"Are you sure I'm not in trouble? I'm not going to bootcamp or anyting am I?"
"No, Domnique. You're not in any trouble. What your mother is trying to say is that we feel it's time to you that you were adopted."
"Adopted?"
"Yeah." Her mother said. "It doesn't change the way we feel about you, though, hunny. We're happy that we have you."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"We tried, " her dad said. "We wanted to. Every year it just ogt harder and harder. We just wanted you to be happy and have the things you didn't have before."
"You wanted me to be hapy, but you didn't tell me until I'm fifteen and after the worst night of my life! Some parents you are!" Domnique ran fromt hehouse crying. She reached the corner before running into someone. She looked up to find Luke's deep blue eyes looking down at her. "Luke…uh.."
"Domnique, oh, you're gonna get it. No one makes a fool of me, especially not a little firl like you!"
"Um, later!" Domnique took off in the opposite direction. Luke was on her heels until she found a garbage can and managed to knock it over without taking herself out as well. Luke tripped over the receptical and fell to the pavement. "I'm too good."
Domnique kept running utnil she ran into another guy. Only this time she knocked him over. "Ow! Hey, what's the big deal?"
"Watch where you're going." A brunette girl said. "You alright, Csaza?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Csaza said getting to his feet. "What areyou running like that for?" he asked Domnique.
"Gotcha!" Luka grunted as he wrapped his arms around Domnique's arms. "You thought tripping me with a garbage can would stop me from catching you? Huh, bitch?"
"No. I just htought your idiocy would cause you to slow down. Now, if you don't mind, I have my own agenda to keep." She jumped a little and hit his chin with her head followed by kicking his knee.
"Ow! Bitch! You'll pay for that!"
"No, you will." She turned and side kicked him in the stomach. Then again in the face. When she saw his face, his nose was bleeding and she knew that she'd broke it. "Take that." She said and watched him pass out on the sidewalk.
Csaza and Alex exchanged looks and noded. "Hey kid, what's your name?" the girl asked.
"Domnique."
"Too long." Alex said.
"Dom," Csaza said. "Yeah, that'll work."
"C'mon." Alex said. "You can come with us. We need one last person for our group, or at least another girl. We're so outnumbered at home."
"Uh, okay…" Domnique, or Dom, said. "I guess I could. I'm definitely not going home."
Dom as the last addition to the goruop. They had been togethe rfor a hwile two year sbefore they had gone to Japan. They have finally began their latest assignment.