AN: Right, so I hope that you like. And has anyone read the trilogy by Stieg Larsson? Well, I if you haven't, you really should, as it's great. Unfortunately, he died before the books were published, so he won't write anything else.
What I really like about the book is that pretty much everything happens in sweden, and that it's written by a swede, who's really good at coming up with weird scenarios, that are great. It reads a bit like a paper article, but it still pulls you in.
Right, so what I meant with that is 'read it!'.
It was dark all around me, and I was scared. If there was one thing that I didn't like, it was being scared.
But then, there was light in the darkness. A flashlight. With a red handle. And very yellow light.
I reached out, and took it. Then it went out, and it was yet again dark.
"For god's sake, woman!" I growled. I had a hand, which was red, around her throat, and now I squeezed. Her eyes bulged out, and it looked so funny.
"You killed another one, did you?" Mikhail asked.
"I...I..."
"Oh God," I breathed, as I opened my eyes.
I sort of expected to wake up in the Underworld, but everything was normal. I was in my room, my room was messy, and the only spot that you could sit on was still the bed. And no-one had bothered about making a path to the bed.
Everything was okay, I had nothing to worry about.
Really, I wasn't going to go around and kill people, making Mikhail so whatever about it.
But you will, won't you? That was a vision of the future, that's how you will end up... Just like your daddy...
Shut up.
My eyes were getting used to the dark, and now I could see even more details of my room.
Like the fact that my door was closed, something that I myself hadn't done. And it was raining outside, which could explain why it was still dark in my room, though the clock said that it was 10 am.
I lay down again, on the side, curled up, closed my eyes, and promptly fell asleep.
I hated her, and I hated them, and I hurt, and I lost my temper.
There was a woman, pregnant, her head one fire, everything on fire.
I don't want to be burned alive.
"I love you, which is why I'm giving you a new family." She had a very pretty smile.
"You killed me," the woman who had burned before now stood there, leaning over my bed.
For the second time that day, I sat up, my eyes wide, after having a bad dream.
Aren't you going to say something.
Yes... I don't think that it's wise to go to sleep, again...
Great fuckin' advice.
"Where the hell are my matches?" I heard Joanie's wonderful, and loud, voice yell.
Oh god.
"I killed them," Jimmie said, and most likely stomped his foot on the floor.
I groaned, but was happy that I hadn't fallen asleep again.
"You bastard!" And now Joanie was using those lungs too. Both she and Jennifer had them, which I knew since I had known them both since they were in diapers. The horrors of being the oldest.
None of my siblings looked very nice, or were very nice, back then. Well, for Jennifer it's more like now. They had pink faces! Those faces became red. They were creepy, and Jennifer still is, because of the whole still being a baby bit. And Joanie, I saw now that I walked into their room, looked just like grandma when she got mad. And that was also scary.
"Hey, no need to fight," I said, trying to make them stop. It didn't work.
Joanie raised her fists, and I knew what she was gonna do.
Some time before this happened, maybe a year, I had taught Joanie to hit, because she wanted to learn. Now, I regretted that decision.
Jimmie, I hadn't taught how to hit, because he thought it mean, but now I could see that he regretted that he hadn't picked up on my offer.
Then Joanie hit. Jimmie fell like a brick dropped from the seventh floor, or something.
I picked Joanie up and threw her over my shoulder.
"Let me go!"
"You okay?" I asked Jimmie, worried, but there wasn't much I could do with Joanie over my shoulder, screaming and banging her fists on my back. It felt like a rain of rocks. "Grandma! Anyone!"
As expected, grandma, grandpa, dad and mom all came hurrying.
"What, are you doing?" grandma asked, when she saw me holding Joanie, and Joanie struggling to get free. Then she saw Jimmie laying on the floor, his face a bloody mess.
"Oh dear, what happened?" grandpa asked, came into Jimmie and Joanie's room, and checked Jimmie's face.
"Joanie punched Jimmie because he drowned her matches."
"Let me go!"
"It was a good punch," grandpa said to Joanie, then he picked Jimmie up, and deposited him on Joanie's bed, which was closest.
"Right, well, who taught her how to punch like that?"
"I though that it'd be fun, it's not my fault that she's so good at it."
"Let me go!"
She would be a very good banshee, don't you agree?
"Jimmie, you'll be fine," I told him, and carried Joanie out of the bedroom, to mom and dad's room, put her down, and closed the door. Then I slid down it, so that Joanie wouldn't be able to get out.
"Ben, that was serious. And what are you going to do about Joanie? Can't keep her locked inside forever, you know."
"Mom, I think that it would be better if I handled this," dad said. Grandma huffed, and walked away, fully expecting to be called back soon.
"Benjy, you don't teach your siblings to fight, okay, sonny?"
"Sure dad."
"Let me out!" Joanie yelled.
"I better talk to her," dad said.
"Sure."
You think that he will be pummeled...
Yes. Dad is great, but when it comes to this sort of thing, grandma and grandpa are better at dealing with it.
Dad opened the door, Joanie came flying out, but instead of pummeling dad, she pummeled me. Ran straight into my legs, and I fell down onto the floor, hitting my head.
The rest of the morning was a mess, and it included:
An ice pack for me.
An ice pack for Jimmie.
An ice pack for dad.
An ice pack for Joanie.
And grandma yelling, and mom scolding.
I decided to visit Bianca, since it rained here in Seattle, and I wanted to see what it looked like in California. Problem was, I was scrying, but I couldn't find her. And that was frustrating, and not in the good way like when a girl wears a push-up bra, or when Mik-
Long story short, it wasn't fun.
In the end, the Source told me that her mother used to live in San Francisco, so that's where I went, and then sensed for her.
Turns out, she lives in an apartment, in one of the better neighborhoods.
I knocked, and the door opened. Bianca was standing at the other side.
"Who is it?"
"It's just a friend, mom!" Bianca called back.
She led me to her room, which was a bed pushed to one corner, knives laying in another, and a mat on the floor, and of course, what the Source recognized as a grimoire.
She wanted to kick my ass. That's what she did.
Yet again, she threw me on the floor.
"Really, are you that big of a failure?" she asked.
"I'm not a fuckin' failure, I just haven't been trained as an assassin since the first damned day that I could walk!" I yelled.
"It's a family trade," she defended herself.
"I'm sure it is, but haven't you heard that you always have a choice?"
"It's always good to know how to defend yourself," she said, then she hit me in the face, nearly breaking my nose.
"That fuckin' hurt," I complained.
"I'm sure it did, why the hell did you think that I hit you?"
"Because you love me?" I asked.
Bianca rolled her eyes, but her face broke into a smile.
Then I had enough of it, and left. Seeing Bianca's mom gave me a vision.
Bianca's mom opened the door. There was something wrong, she looked younger. Two women wanted to get in.
"Phoenix."
She locked the door, and the women didn't notice.
A wrist with a birthmark.
Bianca's mom threw an energyball, then the dark haired of the women blew her up. Strangely enough there was no blood on the walls.
Like what I can do.
The women hurried to open the door, and in there was a little girl. The woman reformed in there, picked the girl up and they disappeared into nothing, like melted into the wall.
The woman's face stared at me, and then smiled. It was creepy.
"Cole, I've been seeing this woman."
Cole raised one eyebrow, and just looked at me.
"Shouldn't you be seeing a girl?"
"Not like that, more like a woman's face, the face of a woman who I think wants to kill me. I'm also fairly sure that I killed her by killing me, but I could be wrong."
"Okay." Cole sat there, quiet. "Are you sure that she wants to kill you? Do you know ho she is?"
"Well, the Source says that she's the Seer, but how the hell can I be dead!"
Cole's desk exploded, but stopped mid-explosion, and my jacket was one fire, which also died out.
"I think that that's how you're dead," Cole said, amused.
"I didn't ask how I died, I know that already, I'm just wondering why the hell I'm still walking around?"
"How do you know that you were the one dying?" Cole asked, calmly.
"Well, she blamed me."
"And you believe her? I made that mistake once, and where am I now?"
"Not dead, I didn't know what you were before."
"I had a wife. She was beautiful, gorgeous."
"And now she's dead?"
"No, still alive."
What he's trying to say is that he lost the love of his life, he just don't know how to say it...
"That is very sad, but what does it have to do with me?"
"She'll trick you, and then you'll be dead. Don't trust her, Ben, that's stupid."
we continued to talk, and that's to say that cole repeated 'don't trust her' so many times that it felt like my head was going to explode, and her head was there and then not.
In the end, I said that I had to go home because pf a migraine that hurt like hell.
I shimmered away, and in the middle of it all, I got pushed. And, okay, I'm quite comfortable with shimmering, but any sudden movements that I'd make, have me convinced that I'll end up in some poor country in Africa, where they won't understand what the hell I'm saying!
And that is just as scary as Joanie looking like grandma.
When I finally stopped shimmering, since I don't know a better way of putting it, that's what I'm saying, I fell to the ground, because of the push in the middle of the shimmer.
"Fuckin' hell, that damn well hurt," I groaned, pushing myself up with the help of my elbows, and then I staggered a bit, trying to regain my balance.
My head hurts.
Going to solve that with yet another Tylenol? You're getting addicted...
"But it fuckin' hurts," I told him.
"Who are you?"a guy asked, and I looked straight forward, where there was two guys. A short, skinny and brown-haired one, and a blonde, more stocky guy. They had a blue shield surrounding them, like a water-bubble, but I didn't think that that was what it was.
"I'm...Santa."
"Cole!" a voice yelled from far away.
What's he doing here?
Warning the sisters, I presume...
AN: I might have overused the linethingie, but if I have, tell me. Like, give a review.
And I'm thinking about doing the next chapter in Cole's POV, like Gina's Week, and then I'm thinking of just doing a short drabble with his thoughts, and have Ben tell the other stuff, but I don't know, and if anyone have an opinion, give me a review and say what you think.