Fear Not Little Brother
" Aren't you supposed to be cleaning your room." I ask Sam who runs up to me on the boardwalk, yellow snow cone in hand.
" I cleaned it, I'm not like you and take for-ev-er." Sam licks the yellow snow cone.
Scott walks up behind Sam, looking a little green. Oh god not again.
" Please tell me you didn't eat something that fucked you up again?" I asked, I think mom would freak out if Scott was drugged again, hell I'd freak out.
" No, just." Scott wouldn't look at Sam, Sam had this weird smile as he licked the snow cone.
" He can't handle his syrup, or look at snow cones now." Sam states.
" It's not that, but, well after that, they make me sick to think of eating." Scott at least was fine, just a little sick from seeing snow cones due to memories.
" So I'd think you'd be worried to come back here, at night anyway." I had to hand it to him, he was pretty brave willing to come out here after what happened.
" I'll be fine, not going to let that scare me, they aren't with you?" Scott glances over my shoulder, the bikes are behind me, but the others had went of into the crowds, near the stage on the beach. " Yea I'll be ok, could be worse I guess."
In truth I think the annoying werewolf is starting warm up on me, uhg, great I don't want to like this guy. I think a little more, but is there really reason to hate? I don't know, but Sam still looks up to me, Scott hasn't turned him on me, which I know he wasn't going to do, but still I hated that thought and wanted to protect my position in my family. If Howard marries my mom, Scott will be an older step brother. And oh god, moms been talking about it, she's gotten over the whole Howard has large amounts of body hair and howls at the moon part.
" Yea it could have been, if they meant to hurt you, you'd have been hurt, instead Paul's just a stoner and wanted to experiment. He's a little crazy, not in the insane crazy, but the wild crazy, likes to do things for a thrill, but they from what I've seen are normally pretty bad, like sticking a Mojave green into the bath room of some guy he didn't like." I found that prank both scary, disturbing and funny all at the same time.
" Mojave green?" Scott looked at me and Sam. Sam looked a little white.
" It's a snake... A deadly one." Sam informs him, which made Scott go a little white to match Sam.
" I don't know where he got it, but when you live in the desert for most your life, you know what those evil things look like. You wont die as long as you go to the doctor, but sure as hell scare you seeing one and it's not fun to get bitten." I knew a little about the snakes there, some of the two footed ones too.
" That's, well that's sadistic." Scott blinks at me, surprised at how nasty they can get.
" They're all sadistic, that's a game to them, but they don't do things like that to people unless they cross them. Get their attention is like asking for it, then they do shit, that's mild, trust me, you don't want David to go after you, when he wants to go after someone, it gets really sick and he doesn't even touch them." I say as we walk along the boardwalk, Sam licking his cone eying me as I talked.
" What you mean he don't touch them?" Scott looked confused.
" He goes after you in your head, he doesn't care much about actually physical fighting, but once he has his hands on you, you're screwed." I shake my head, clearing the memory. David sent one of those Surf Nazis into fits after a brief encounter. I could hardly understand what he was screaming. " They hate the surf Nazis. David and The Boys are bad enough, but they don't bother most people if the person doesn't bother them."
" Who's Surf Nazi's?" Scott hadn't herd about them yet, that's a whole new world of fun for him.
" Ass holes that think they own the beach. Hey cotton candy! Mike!" Sam grabs my arm and starts pulling.
" Yea The Lost boys and The Surf Nazis' are notorious enemies on the Boardwalk." I pay the guy off who was looking at me weird and eying my clothing, especially the ear ring as I explain the whole gang like thing going on, on the Boardwalk to Scott."
" Sounds like they're gangs." Scott echos my thoughts.
" They are, well the Nazi's, you Know about The Lost Boys, I'm one of them." When I say that, the man looks very uncomfortable as he hands Sam his cotton candy.
" Dude, Scott and I could become like the Leaders of The Pack! That's all it will be called, The Pack." Sam then stuffs his mouth with the cotton candy.
" You been listening to moms old records again?" I say rolling my eyes.
" Well you're a "Lost Boy" who needs a shave by the way, so what's wrong with The Pack and being Leader of the Pack?" Sam snickers.
" Doesn't that guy die in the song?" I raised a brow at Sam, we're now walking from the vendor of sickly sweet cotton candy.
" ... Not funny." Sam slugs my arm, I just snicker.
" My dad would be leader anyway, so guess no go, but would be interesting to be able to be able to put a name to it you know." Scott seemed to like the whole gang naming thing, hey everyone likes to play at it I guess. " Hey how did You get called The Lost Boys?"
" From what I herd, Dwayne was reading Peter Pan, it was a book before a movie. There was a joke made about them being vampires because they're immortal and can fly, so the name stuck after that." I thought it was a little weird for them to have that as their gang or pack name and had asked. I also found out that calling David Peter Pan might get you slugged.
" You're named after a childrens' book?" Scott started to snicker.
" Haha, you're so funny." I look at Sam. " Not you too."
" Well it's funny. I guess you're Micheal, since you're names Micheal." Sam grins at me.
" Guess that makes you Wendy hu?" I smirked.
" Hey! That is not funny!" Sam huffed, not liking the taste of his own medicine.
**** Bad Things Come in Threes****
Sam and Scott had went down the boardwalk to hit the rides, I didn't go to the arcade, instead walked around a bit minding my own business.
" Having fun?" David suddenly brushes against my side and stays even with my walking speed, Marko soon is on the opposite side of me. Dwayne and Paul joins on the other side of David. The fact that David was in the middle and now making sure to be one step ahead of me didn't get lost on me, David was making a subtle statement of being the leader and the other boys had fell into position on each side to put David in the center.
" I was until you showed." I say sarcastically.
" Feisty, I like that." David lets out a cool laugh and pops a cigaret in his mouth.
" So where we going?" Paul asks me.
" I don't know, I was just walking around." I hadn't really thought of going any place.
" We could go back to the beach, listen to the concert." Dwayne suggested.
" Sounds like a good idea, but wouldn't be fun without our brother, what you say Micheal?" Davids arm goes around me.
I didn't know what to say, sitting around near the concert sounded like it could be fun, but I'm still not sure what to think of the guys. Things are just so strange with them, one minute they're malicious killers that aren't anything remotely human, the next, they're normal teenagers just wanting to hang out and have fun. I'm not sure what to think of myself as a part of me enjoys their company.
" He is in, how can he say no?" David then turns around and we all follow him.
We hung out under the stage as the music played, it wound down and there was a break as another gig was set up, during that time I herd something, something familiar.
Sams' voice, screaming, but it was far away, if not for my inhuman hearing and that there was a break in the music, I'd not have picked it up and these screams weren't ones of joy.
" Shit!" I took off in a run towards the sound. I could hear the others following behind me, probably spurred on by my sudden bolting out from under the stage and the fear I had. Sam was in trouble, and screaming bloody murder.
**** Gangs, it's what's for Dinner****
:: Shit they got guns? Who said they can use guns? :: Paul yelled through our heads as a gun was fired at Scott and Sam. It looked like the Surf Nazis are no longer content with using their fists.
At some point Sam and Scott must have ran into the Nazis, or they saw Scott and Sam walking with me and found them and got them to come out here to the pier. No one could hear you under here, not with the rides going and the band on the beach, no one really came out here at night and if they did, they weren't going to get involved. I know Scott is injured and so is Sam, both of them are wolfed out.
" Fuck off!" one of the guys screamed, likely the acting leader.
" They're monsters." Someone else says." God damned fucking monsters!"
Sam was on the ground bleeding, Scott was standing, blood was on him, how much was his and how much was The Nazis I had no idea, but three of The Nazis are on the ground not moving and Scott was wheezing. He must have gotten shot a few times.
David was holding me back and I could feel a sense that he was trying to sooth and calm me, but my brother could be dieing, how could I calm down?
The Nazis' had paused in what they are doing now torn between us and my brother and Scott.
Then the words I was waiting for came and David released me.
:: Feed and spare no one.:: David gave the command.
This was one time I did not mind what I was, their blood would heal whatever injuries they give me, I wasn't sure how Scott and Sam would heal, but I hoped being werewolves meant they would heal.
Scott didn't leave Sams' side as Sam laid on the ground, if someone came near, he'd lash out, but the Nazis are more interested in other monsters, the monsters eating them.
" My beach, my boardwalk!" David shouts before ripping into the side of the face of one of the Nazis'.
Paul howls out, before tearing the head off the guy he just drained.
:: And this is when having a Horror would be good. :: David said mentally. :: They'd eat the bodies.::
So that was why he wanted to have one... Quick easy removal of evidence.
**** After Math ****
I have no idea what to do, I have blood smeared on me, but from the Nazis', Scott had calmed down, but not changed back and was bleeding bad, he had almost attacked me until he recognized me, but gave a nervous look to the rest of The Boys.
" We're actually helping you, so don't worry." David walked over and looked Sam over. "Sam needs help, he's to young to take this much injury."
" We can't go to the hospital, not like this!" Scott was upset and afraid. " I blew it, I thought I could stop them, they just came out of nowhere and grabbed Sam and drug him off, I chased them here, they had started beating on him and he wolfed out trying to defend himself. That's when the one guy pulled the gun... I think I killed a couple of them, I just was trying to stop them from hurting Sam." Scott was panting hard and dropped to the ground hands on his head. The guy was really freaked out about what happened.
" We'll carry you back to the old mans house, there's nothing we can do here and he can help Sam and you."
David said as I went over to pick Sam up, he had fallen unconscious and returned to looking like he normally does.
" How are we going to get back there like this?." Scott pointed at himself, he was too worked up to change back to normal.
" Dude you really have to ask?" He points up. " Hope you don't get air sick."
" Dwayne carry Scott." David then took off and we all followed.
It was to long a wait for me to get Sam some help. Flying is the safest fastest way to get Sam home and hopefully grandpa really could help him. They couldn't go to the ER, that would bring up to many questions and Sam could get taken away.