Hi guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been really busy. Okay, heres the deal: there's going to be so mentions of Jesus in this Chapter. If you are hyperly religious or don't like Jesus based jokes, skip the area of the story with him in it. Enjoy!
The Bride of Chase Young Chapter 13
Marie awoke very early the following morning. At first, she couldn't remember why she was in her old room, lying on her old Cot. Then the events of the previous night came back to her. She looked out the window of her room, squinting through the dark morning to the barn.
"May as well get up and feed the animals." She slipped out of bed quietly so as not to disturb Chase and dressed in her old jeans and a sweater. Falling back into her old morning routine, she first headed to the Barn to feed the horses and cows, who had been put in the barn the previous night before bed. Tiffany's body had been moved into an empty stall and covered with a sheet. One old milker lowed at Marie's arrival.
"Hey Nancy." said Marie, stroking the old cows head. "Still here eh? Well, you keep on keepin' on old girl." Nancy lowed again and went back to chewing her cud. Humming an old country tune, Marie fed the animals, talking to each in turn.
"Morning Bessie, looking good. Still giving out milk?"
"Sable! How's my good old broodmare?"
"Rowan, you were just a little bitty colt last I saw you. You're so big! Here, eat this hay and you'll grow to be as big as your sire, Thunder."
Just as she was feeding Thunder, A large police Van pulled up. Tim and Eddie hopped out, along with a few other cops.
"Morning Marie." said Tim. "Where's the body?" Marie pointed silently to the stall and went back to her work. She was about to head to the Chicken coop to collect the eggs when one of the cops stopped her. Judging from his long lab coat, Marie assumed he was the forensic examiner.
"Young Lady, are you quite all right? He asked.
"I'm perfectly fine Dr...." Marie glanced at his name tag. "Mallard."
"Please, call me Ducky. Everyone does." he said. "Now, are you sure you're all right? I know losing a parent can be very hard." Marie bristled angrily.
"Ducky, the woman beat her for years." said Tim. "This probably comes as a relief." Marie nodded and pushed past Ducky gently.
"Excuse me, I still have chores to do." she said. Hiding her face from the other cops, she ran down the hill and into the Coop. She leaned against the door, trying hard to stem the tears threatening to fall. Dammit! She wasn't supposed to cry like this. She had wanted to go the whole day without crying over her mothers death. She had always hated and feared the woman, but for some reason, she had been wanting to cry all morning. Marie gave herself a sharp slap to clear her mind.
"Stop it!" she snapped at herself. "Get a hold of yourself Marie. What would Chase say if he saw you like this?" Wiping her eyes quickly, Marie went about her business, gathering the eggs from the nest boxes and petting the hens. A group of chicks peeped at her ankles.
"Hungry huh? Well, you'll get your food soon, just let me finish collecting your aborted unborn siblings." She paused, turning over what she had just said. "Damn, even I found that to be in bad taste..." She quickly finished collecting the eggs and fed the chickens.
"Later guys." she said as she left the building with a full egg basket. "Gotta fix my boys some breakfast." When she got back to the house, she found that Tom was already up.
"Morning Kitten!" he said cheerily. "Ah, you got the eggs. Great, I was planning a full cowboy breakfast."
"Great Tom. By the way, the cops are here. If you need me, I'll be in my room." said Marie, setting the egg basket down on the counter and dashing up the stairs to her room Chase was still asleep. Marie crawled back in next to him, wanting his comforting closeness at the moment. He woke up at the movement.
"Something wrong my angel?" he asked. Marie didn't speak, but merely cuddled close to him. Wrapping his arms around her, Chase slowly morphed into his reptilian form. He found it made her calmer now.
"What's wrong? You normally don't get like this unless you're upset." he said. Marie buried her face in his chest, still refusing to speak. Chase lay there for a while, holding Marie and thinking.
"Is it your mothers death that's bothering you my angel?" he asked. Marie froze. Bingo. He held her tightly, his tail wrapping around her ankles. "I know she hurt you badly in the past. I know you hated her with a passion. But she was still your mother and deep down, you loved her. It's natural to be upset."
"When Thunder killed her, I felt glad." she said finally. "Now, all I want to do is cry until there's nothing left in me."
"Guilt and Loss. You feel guilty for being glad she died and you are sad because you lost her." Chase replied. Marie went quiet again. Chase pulled her close and slowly began stroking her hair.
"It's okay. You can cry. Don't try to hold it back. Just let it come." he said. That did it Marie broke down and sobbed into his chest. Chase simply held her and let her cry. She needed this. Half an hour later, Marie had exhausted herself and had fallen asleep once more. Chase continued to stroke her hair as she slept, wanting for her pain to end.
There was a knock on the door. It was Tom with two trays of food.
"Hey Chase." he said, setting the trays on Marie's desk. "I thought Marie seemed upset, so I figured I'd just bring breakfast up rather then have her come down. I have to go give a statement to the cops, so make sure she gets at least a few bites in. Okay?" Chase nodded and Tom left. Once he had left the house, Chase gently shook Marie awake. She mumbled something the sounded like "Five more minutes ..."
"Come now my angel, you have to get up and eat something. You need your strength." Said Chase softly. Marie woke up with a yawn.
"Damn." she said. "Why does crying make you so tired?"
"No clue. Here, Tom brought us breakfast."
"Sweet! Eggs, Bacon and Liddle Griddles!"
"Little what?"
"Liddle Griddles! They're tiny pancakes, only a mouthful apiece." Replied Marie, handing him his plate and popping a Liddle Griddle into her mouth. "Try 'em! They're great." Chase reluctantly nibbled one, and his face lit up instantly. He speared two more on his fork and ate them with relish.
"You're right, they are good!" he said, after swallowing. They finished breakfast, then got up and put their dishes in the sink. Marie was just making them both some tea when Tom came in.
"Well, the cops are done with their business. Did you two enjoy your food?" he asked.
"You have a new fan of your Liddle Griddles Tom." said Marie, jerking her thumb at Chase. Tom grinned and swatted Marie lightly upside the head.
"Of course he liked them! No one's ever hated them, Goofball." Marie swatted him back.
"Don't swat me dummy!" she said with a smile. Tom suddenly grabbed her in a headlock.
"You're my brat sister, I'll swat you whenever I want!" he said. Marie was about to utter a retort when the doorbell rang.
"I thought the cops were done here." said Marie. Tom released her and went to look out the window.
"It's not the cops. It's Betty and David, the neighbors. I'll see what they want." he opened the door, where a couple dressed in plain clothing stood.
"Morning Betty. David." said Tom. Betty and David looked slightly put out at Toms appearance at the door, as though hoping for someone else.
"Oh, hello Thomas." said Betty. "Is Harris at home?" Tom shook his head.
"He took off last night. Can I help you?" Betty looked nervous and held out a covered dish.
"We uh, heard about Tiffany's death. We wanted to offer our condolences." she said.
"It's Betty's special spiced apple pie." said David, also looking nervous. He spotted Marie and Chase in the kitchen and recoiled, whispering into his wife's ear. Betty looked at them in shock.
"Oh. I didn't know Marie was at home. How are you dear?" Marie didn't reply, but smiled strangely. It was an odd, forced smile. Betty recoiled slightly, as though afraid Marie would attack them.
"Well, thank you for the pie." said Tom politely, taking the pie. "It'll make a nice dessert tonight. Goodbye." He then slammed the door in their faces. Chase looked slightly confused.
"What was that all about? They acted like you two were lepers." he asked.
"Betty and David are Catholics. They consider Tom and I sinners because I live with you and we aren't married, and Tom is..." her voice trailed off, as though afraid to say the next word.
"They don't like me because I'm a homosexual. That's why they didn't want to touch me. They think it's some sort of catching disease." said Tom, putting the pie in the fridge. He turned back to face Chase, a fierce look in his eyes. "Chase, if you've got a problem with my sexuality, say it now. I won't hold it against you." Chase stared back levelly at him.
"Thomas, I've been on this earth for well over 1500 years. I've seen every kind of relationship known to humanity. Compared to many of the things I've seen, you're pretty normal." he said calmly. Tom heaved a sigh of relief.
"Glad to hear." He said happily. Suddenly, there was another knock on the door.
"Oh for the love of.." said Tom angrily. "Who's come calling now?" he wrenched the door open and a short blond blur rushed past him and tackled Marie. The blond blur turned out to be a girl the same age as Marie.
"Marie!" she yelled. Marie seemed confused at first, but her face immediately brightened in recognition.
"Brittany!" Marie cried. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?"
"Fruitcake told us you'd be in town for the holidays. And my uncle Ducky said your mom got killed. Looks like Thunder finally got his say in huh?" said Brittany. She looked over at Chase. "Whoa. Who's the Chinese hottie?"
"Chill Motormouth." said a tall thin boy at the door. He must have been the same age as Tom. "He looks like the guy Fruitcake said Marie was marrying"
"Who's Fruitcake?" asked Chase.
"It's their nickname for Tom. We all have nicknames. Brittany is Motormouth, Tom is Fruitcake, Sean is Ninja Ninja, John is Trenchcoat, and Trish is Badass." explained Marie pointing to the blond, her brother, the tall skinny boy who had spoken, a tall long haired young man in a green trench coat, and a short girl with short brown hair.
"We were Marie's buddies in high school." said Brittany. "We kinda created an anti-Tiffany club. We've been looking out for her for years. So, who are you again?" Marie extricated herself from Brittany's grip and walked to Chases side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pride that I introduce the greatest warlord in all of China, if not the entire world; Chase Young." Chase nodded formally as the others bowed deeply.
"Thank you for keeping Marie safe until it was time for her to come to me." said Chase. Trish looked up with an evil grin.
"The only reason we haven't killed you yet is because Marie seems to like you. We actually came to rip you apart. Every single one of us is trained to kill."
"I wanted to slice off your Yoo hoo!" said Brittany, smiling like a maniac. Chase raised an eyebrow and Marie's jaw dropped.
"Hey!" barked Marie playfully. "That's my property. Hands off."
"Okay." said Brittany. "It's not like there'd be much to cut off anyway." she said with a wicked grin. Marie's friends 'ooooh'ed behind them as Marie's eyes narrowed.
"Whoa, easy girls." said Sean, trying to keep the peace. "Brittany, you don't know how big Chase is in the Yoo hoo department, and I doubt he's going to drop his pants right here and now." Here, Tom's eyes widened and flicked to Chase. "And as much as Fruitcake would like that, I don't think he'd do it anyway."
"Hey! You never considered the fact that I know his size." said Marie snappishly. Trish scoffed.
"Oh please." she said. "I'd know if you weren't a virgin anymore."
"Physically yes. Orally...not so much." Marie said with a hint of pride. Tom nearly fainted. Marie's pals all stared as though she had grown a second head.
"Where has our innocent flower gone?" asked John dramatically. "Who are you and what did you do with Marie?"
"How big is he really?" asked Brittany. Marie looked to Chase with a cocky smirk, asking his permission. Blushing, Chase nodded his consent. Marie looked back to Marie, the smirk growing ever wider.
"So? How big is he?" asked Brittany again.
"Well, let's just say this: More than a mouthful is a waste, but it's certainly nice to have some room for your hands." Replied Marie. John and Tom fainted on the spot and Trish's nose began to bleed.
"Well...I suppose I stand corrected." said Brittany, her face very flushed. "Excuse me, I have to go mop up Trish." she then scuttled over to Trish, trying to wipe away the blood.
"Jesus tap dancing Christ Marie, what have you been doing in China?" asked Trish dazedly.
"That's for me to know." said Marie cockily.
"By the way Marie, we wanted to take you out for our usual Christmas hijinks." said John, now awoken from his faint. "You still wanna go? I mean, you've got Chase and all."
"Depends on what we might do."
"Well, first we were gonna crash to Christmas eve choir, then we were gonna smash the nativity scene at the cathedral. You know, just our usual stuff"
"Smash the nativity scene?! Hot diggity damn!" Marie stopped herself quickly. "Wait, what would dad think about that?" Sean looked at her oddly.
"I thought you said Harris took off." he inquired.
"No, My real dad. He came back from the dead last night as a phoenix and he's been in heaven. He's met god and everything. I don't think he'd be too happy with his daughter smashing the display of god's sons birth." Marie explained.
"Actually, Dad's okay with that. And so am I" said a voice. The group looked around to see...
"Jesus Christ! It's Jesus Christ!!!!" screamed Trish. And so it was. He was sitting on the counter in a totally nonchalant way, white robes and all, with a big smile on his face. Derek was sitting on his shoulder.
"I was watching with Derek from heaven and I couldn't help but overhear." said Jesus. "Like I said, Dad and I don't mind. We get this every year, so we've gotten used to it."
"Are we still going to hell over this?" asked Trish timidly. Jesus laughed.
"No my child. We're doing this as a favor to Derek. He was one of our most well behaved residents you know."
"Wow Jesus, you're not at all like I figured." said Brittany. "I thought you'd be all stiff and formal, but you're actually fun!"
"Well even I have a sense of humor you know. Hey! Check out what I can do with my hands!" he lifted one hand to show them the holes the nails on the cross had made, and then stuck his index finger through it.
"Cool!" said Marie. "Twisted and gross, but still cool!"
"I know right?" said Jesus, wiggling the finger. Suddenly, there was a huge thunderclap! Jesus quickly hid his hands.
"I wasn't doing anything Dad! Just showing them a trick." he said guiltily. The thunder rumbled again, as though in warning.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Man, He still treats me like a kid. Gotta go guys! See you when you die!" A golden beam of light shined through the window. Jesus stepped into it and faded away, waving his farewell.
An awed silence filled the room.
"Dude, Jesus kicks ass!" cried Brittany, breaking the tension. The others burst out laughing, even Chase let out a small chuckle.
"So, are we still going to crash the church and smash the stable of Bethlehem?" asked John. Marie dashed upstairs without a word and returned with an aluminum Baseball bat.
"What do you think genius?"
A/N: Thanks for reading guys! If I've offended anyone, feel free to tell me, but be polite about it if you can. Stay tuned for our next installment!