Thank you, my faithful readers! I'm not busy studying for tests or hunched over my desk doing the horrid thing we are forced to do called homework, so figured I'd treat you (and my sister, yes thank you Maureen) to a new chapter. Also, I'm just putting it out there, today was great; I've started a new chapter, had a pizza party on the bus, and my older brother proposed to his girlfriend, err, fiancé. And those who have submitted an OC they will pop up in a few chapters.
And GHS, I'm still taking OCs, knock yourself out. In fact, submit two, if you want, I plan on using most of the OCs.
ALSO THE BEGINNING IS MORBID,DARK,AND SAD! NO LIKE NO READ THAT PART OF CHAPTER. ONCE AGAIN, MORBID BEGINNING CHAPPIE. WILL SAY, "OKAY NOW READ!" WHEN SAFE!
I set on an uncomfortable, shiny metal chair. A stranger was facing me, across the long metal table, he gave me a feeling of something I'd never felt before.
'Hope, Paige will be here soon. Now, I need you tell me your story.' The male, black Police Officer told me in a voice I wasn't used to. Was it the thing id been told that only the good little boys and girls get? Was this voice one of comfort? Pity? Sympathy?
'But I'm not sure if Daddy would want me to tell. If I make Daddy mad I'll be punished.' I tried to tell the officer.
'Your daddy can't get you now, he is in a far away place, one that he can't hurt anyone in. Wouldn't your mommy want you tell listen too us?' He tried again to get me to tell our family's secret.
What he didn't know that my daddy told me what to do in case strange people wanted to know our secret, I'm not supposed to tell. Its what made our family our family. It made us all special. Daddy only did it because we were bad kids. We did things wrong, he was teaching us a lesson; how to do it right, how not to get caught, how we were different. I was his favorite, he taught me the most, he told me that after he gave me pain I would get better. So far, I'd wait a little bit and I'd feel better, Daddy never lied.
'But Daddy was nice, he was teaching us to be good! He never was mean, he only hit us to teach us. Me and Paige, we are bad kids! We need to be taught right from wrong, Daddy said so! And it don't hurt long, it goes away after awhile.' I screamed at the seemingly unprepared officer, whom flinched at my outburst.
'Hope, how old are you?' He asked, quite timidly, preparing himself for a possible second outburst.
'I'm eight, Mr. Officer.' I reply quietly.
'Kid, when I was your age I'd never been hit once, it is never your fault. Your dad is the bad one, he needs to be punished. Do you want to see your sister in a pool of blood again?' He questions, taking his black and blue hat off.
A image seems to flash before my eyes. Its my sister, Paige, lying in a pool of her own blood, her breathing shallow. Blood rushes out of her nose and a wound on her head, plastering her dark brown hair to her forehead, her shorts and shirt are long past bleach's help. She tries to crawl towards me but her left arm is bent at a weird angle.'Run. I'll be fine I've already called them, hide.' She whispers.
'Do you understand? He won't be able to hurt your sister or you. All you do is have to admit he beat and abused you. Say them, please. You'll be saving you and possibly your sister's life.' He states.
I take a deep breath and shutter. This could be it. This could be the end of Paige's pain and tears. She could be happy. I even could be happy; safe. I let out my breath slowly.
'My daddy beat us.' I state, a tear sliding out of my eye. I take another breath, but this one, I was free.
OKAY NOW READ!
I jolt out of my sleep, falling out of the white couch, hitting my head on the brown coffee table. I look to the left to see Mordecai, Rigby, and some strangers sitting at the kitchen table chatting about work and nonwork related things; quite like old friends.
"Hey look at the new girl." The human-lollipop hybrid said, "fell out of bed, jolly good show!" He started clapping and giggling.
"Pops, meet Hope. Hope, this is Pops, he is a park manager like Benson." Mordecai motioned back and forth as introductions were given, then he got me acquainted with a yeti named Skips.
"Nice to meet you." Skips said after shaking my hand.
"OI!JDD JJHUAD HDUHDA PIEMIDD DFFSDH KJDKASDLD HSHKDJAHD?" Rigby yelled with his mouth cramped with cereal, sending flecks onto the table.
"What?" Pops asks Rigby.
Rigby swallows his mouthful, "I said, 'OH! HAVE WE TOLD YOU ABOUT THE TIME WE SAVED THE PARK FROM A GIANT VIDEO GAME MONSTER?"
I rolled my eyes, "yes, because that totally happened!"
"IT TOTALLY DID HAPPEN! ITS NAME WAS THE DESTOYER OF WORLDS!" Rigby shrieks, eagerness to tell the story illuminating his eyes.
"Its actually true, I was there." Pops said, giggling. "I brought balloons. They flew away. Bad show, very bad show that was!" He is no longer giggling, he looks as though he is sad he lost his balloons. When I go to comfort him, he burst into more giggles.
"Umm, no offense but I believe the balloons part more than I do a giant video game character came to life and you all defeated him, Pops. Now can we do something believable?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
Mordecai pushes his chair back and starts to turn of all the lights. "Everyone, we are going to play Zombie, I-"
"I love this game. Especially the zombie part!" I smile so big it hurts my face, I start to help him with the lights.
"How do you play Zombie?" Rigby asks.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" Mordecai and I say in unison.
"Umm, as much as I'd love to play in the dark and run like a child, but the dark and I have history. Strange things find sanctuary in the dark. I'll be working in the garage don't under any circumstances come into the garage. Understood?" Skips says heading towards the door.
We nod.
"Good." And he went to the garage.
"OKAY! Now to play Zombies. First things first, no lights, if you're it and you tag someone they are it with you. AND FIRST ONE TAGGED IS IT." I scream.
"Okay. I nominate Rigby." Pops says.
"You I like." I say, laughing. Pops and Mordecai join in.
"Fine, I'll be it! But you're dead first! Go Hide!" Rigby stamps over to the corner and slowly counts to one-hundred and thirty.
Mordecai grabbed my left shoulder and started practically dragging me up the stairs. We fumbled our way up the stairs quietly, well as quietly as to blind people can. We stopped as the top where we can hear Rigby at exactly thirty-three in his counting.
"I swear, he is so slow." I whisper to Mordecai, whom chuckles.
"Come on, he'll never find us in the attic." This was my turn to chuckle.
We quickly tried to find the stairs by running our hands on the each side of the hall. Eventually, we felt a crack in the wall and out of curiosity, I scraped at it, turning the crack into a hole. The hole began to allow a freakishly bright purple light through.
"Mordecai, come look in this hole!" I whisper-screamed at the Blue jay.
"What the 'H'? Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm too young to die, there could be serial killer on the other side of the wall." I joke.
"Fine." He said, hinting that he was a little annoyed.
He lowered his head to the hole and quickly gasped. "Come look at this!" He ordered.
"Umm, okay?" I walk over to the light and left my head fall to the hole...and head-butted the wall. "OWW!"
'CRACK!' 'SMASH'
"Wow, you must have a hard head!" He exclaims, gaping at the now much bigger hole in the wall. "Look inside now!"
I look up cradling my aching head and stare into the room in amazement. The freaky light was coming from a desk! I hop up from my position of the debris littered floor and walk over to the desk, to where Mordecai quickly scurries after me.
"Whao, Dude, this is epic!" He says as lowly as possible.
"Shush." I shush at him. I put my ear to the desktop and hear a 'hum'. "Something is in here. Help me search the desk." He quickly obliges.
We tried all the drawers but they were all locked. Ticked off, I kicked the desk and heard something hit the floor. Looking down I see a letter. I picked it up and read aloud.
"Date: September 9, 1976
I'm writing this letter to warn anyone who find this letter to not open the book; the thing is evil. Vile as it maybe, it possess great power, a power not of this word. This book has taken my life source from me. With every use it will take three years off your life. This book will drain away your looks, personality, and intelligence. I warn you once more, DON'T USE THE BOOK!
-Doctor Magi
P.S. If you choose not to listen to my letter the key is under the mat."
"Well that's kind of against the reason why you wrote the letter." Mordecai stated.
"Whatever." I huff, ripping the mat off the floor and snatching up the key.
I jog to the desk and practically throw the key into the biggest lock and turning it roughly. Jerking it open, I come face-to-face with a black leather bound notebook. It emits the 'hum' loudly now that the desk isn't locking the sound up.
"Should we open it?" I ask Mordecai.
He smirks and nods.
I carefully open the cryptic book to have the purple light turn to a dark green one and pouring from the book. Voices begin to talk to one another, screaming, ranting, raving, and trying to calm one another.
Joking around I say, "I want a calm spirit friend, who is a fox."
The light disappears, leaving Mordecai and I in the dark.
"Did you break I-"
A haze of colors begin to flow from the book, flashing as though in a race and the winner is the one to live. After a long moment, the color stops on red and starts to form a person shaped mist. The mist quickly forms into a person who drops to the floor.
"What the fuck?" I scream and throw the book across the room. "Who are you?"
The small red Fox looks up from the floor, a wild look in her eyes, and calmly says, "Kris Ackerman."
WHAO! THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? There you go Cutie Kyuubi, your OC is now in the story! Hope it was good, leave your thought on my work, your Oc(s), or ways to improve my work.
Kisses,
~AntionetteEva