Alright guys! Zis iz chapter4 und ze Dehlizion zuold be very happy for zis chapter haz heez OC, Rory.(GERMAN FOR THE WIN! WOOOOOOOOO)Basically, Rory is in this chapter. WUNDERBAR! Well uhhh I guess that is it. Oh! This chapter is…..iS….IS…..IIIISSSS…

I was super depressed ever since mom and dad died.

I was very close to suicide.

'Damn ghost powers.' I thought.

I had the rope around my neck and kicked the chair, but I fell through the chair.

'I am a dumbass' that is what I think whenever I remember that day.

Well, I got better. I was a bounty hunter for a while, until Rory made me stop.

He is dear at heart, but that did not stop me from being an assassin.

I got paid for the hits, so I guess I was a hitman.

I did it for the sport and some money.

'Cant live off the fortune forever.' I thought as I floated down the stairs.

"Morning honey!" that was Rory. (A/N HOLY SHIT! Surprise bitches! HAHAHAHAHA! Yeah I did have her get married.)

I flew over to him and he gave me a hug.

I pondered at what was going to happen to day.

'I could do a hit.' I thought but I didn't.

Just then the phone rang.

I picked it up.

"Hey Marissa!" said a familiar voice.

"Skye? What do you want?" I asked kind of annoyed. Me and Skye; we were not the best sisters in the world, but I still got to love her. She is family.

"Well, I was wondering if you two wanted to come over to my house for a little get together? Everyone else is…" she said.

I sighed. Me and Scrapper are worse than me and Skye. We always despised eachother. But as I said about Skye, I still got to love him.

"Who else?" I asked, hoping it would be me and her.

"All of our siblings. Cobalt and CJ are already coming over." She said happily.

'Atleast Scrapper is not there.' But, I had to open my big mouth.

"What about Scrapper?" I said.

"He is too. Now don't be picking fights with him." She warned.

'Yeah yeah.' I thought.

"See ya at 8" she said before I could answer.

I sighed. I went to tell Rory. He said he had plans but could make it.

'Great. I wonder what happened to Gumdrop?' I pondered as I got washed up.

Nobody knew, of course. He doesn't have a cell phone either. It is like he doesn't want to talk to us. I knew the accident had been hard on him, but Jesus. Could you be more isolated? The only place people see him is at bars.

'Figures.' I thought. He was exactly like dad. Selfless, carefree. Not a worry in the world. But then, it happened and he was more depressed than Sammy Davis is queer. He was 17 when he started to drink the poison, underage I know. But he was depressed and it was all Carson's fault, anyways.

'Fucking peer pressure.' I thought.

I looked at the nearest clock.

7:30

I sighed and drove to Skye's house.

I pulled in at 7:55. We lived fairly close, which I despised.

I walked in to see Cobalt and Ally. CJ alone as usual. She was a tough cookie, I will give her credit. Ever since the accident, she was pumping iron. Men were scared of her size and strength, not wanting to mess with her. She looked exactly like mom, but more buff and she did not like having one eye covered. She liked to use two eyes. Scrapper walked in right behind me and I turned around, ready to pound him to China.

"Watch it!" warned Skye as she put a cake on the counter.

Cobalt's girlfriend was ready to pound me to Africa. She literally had no fears. She could beat up anybody. Even CJ was scared of her. That is how dangerous she was.

Skye said we have special visitor.

'What the fuck does that tell me? For all I know, it could be Freddie Mercury.' I thought.

We waited. Ten minutes passed nothing happened. Cobalt finally beat CJ at arm wrestling.

All of a sudden, we heard a voice.

"Hey guys." Said our long lost brother, Gumdrop.

We were all so happy until:

"Hey Gumdrop! Sober are ya?" said Scrapper.

I wanted to slap him in the face.

"Please. You wouldn't know sober if it hit you up side the head." He shotback.

Scrapper was quiet then.

He went to throw away his milk shake. He came back to us smiling.

"What?" he said, puzzled.

"Let's have a family picture." Said Cobalt happily.

His face went sour.

"IT CANT BE A FAMILY PICTURE IF MOM AND DAD AREN'T HERE!" he screamed.

He ran upstairs in tears. CJ went up after him to try and comfort him.

After a couple moments passed, the two came down stairs looking happy.

We got into position and took the stupid picture. We put it in a frame.

Then, car by car, we all went to mom and dad's grave.

We put it in the middle of them.

There was a caption on the frame.

Oh? You wanted to know? Fine, it said:

The Kids Are Alright.

Whoa guys! How about that shit right there? Yeah some of you guys are still in shock I bet. But I planned it all. Try and guess who is next, blah bla blah. Thoughts? Review! See y'all next time!

Kudos to all of these people!:

The murdersceneguy: Skye

Michaelryder37: Marissa

Koikounded-punk: Scrapper

Midnight-wolfi3/cartoondude95: Gumdrop and Amy

Me: Cobalt and CJ

Some body, who's name I don't know but created: Mackenzie

I do not own TAWOG. I hoped you liked it!