"litos!"
a frightening sound from a person once thought to be out of their lives a monster a creep.
a torture like no other from a gory hand whos owner had a painted face. a gamer whos game was that of killing carlos over and over in the young boys dreams until he had enough power to return and destroy the latino once and for all. in reality the creature had no name. hes been around for several generations hes killed evry member of the garcias except one: carlos. it doesn't matter if you married into the family or you were blood or if you simply wer in love with a Garcia you would fall to the hands of this monster. he wasonce human like you and I. he had a kind heart but one Garcia many many years ago killed him out of jelousy and hatred the innocent mans name was david puckket. he had silky blonde hair and lovely green eyes until the endless torture brought on by this unknown Garcia. he swore revenge with his last breath and ever Garcia has died since and now he wants the last one.
'the little fuck has learned to destroy me... no matter I have a granddaughter who may help me little miss puckett her moms such a ded beat the girl left and befriended the most annoying red head ever. ill use her ill put an end to the garcias once and for all.'
carlos had been dreaming. he was in a barbor chair awaiting a shave. he never saw the butlars face but he saw the razor. the razor slid across his neck sending blood every fell below the wooden floors and was then grinded and baked into a meat pie which was then served to his friends.
"ahhhhhhhhhh!" carlos woke up screaming.
he left the room entering the kitchen/livingroom. sam was stuffing her face with a burrito. cat and lucy were cooking soup. and james sat alone at the bar.
"carlos why do you keep having these night mares." logan asked entering the room with a laptop.
"I don't know mabe its a side effect to sex."
james laughed. "carlos you havnt touched me since they started two months ago... and why havnt we gone home yet."
"because they still haven't figured out whos trying to kill us or why." logan answered sitting in a bean bag chair.
"kill us?" carlos giggled. "I die every night in my dreams its no big deal."
they all got silent. kendall walked through the door carring a couple grocery bags and closed the door with his foot.
"why is it so quiet." he asked.
"carlos keeps having dreams were some one kills him and he seems to be fine with it." lucy said.
ring ring
cat answered the phone. (indistinct conversation..
"nona... ughhhgh." she hung up frustrated.
BEEP BEEP.
"damn it why did I teach her to text." she cried. "wait its an unknown number."
everyones phone went off except carlos`.
I hoped you enjoyed my absence but im back. im tired of games I want the boy give him up or die make your choice. for my new players... allowing these four boys into your home was a big mistake the fault of one has killed many and will continue to do so until I get what I want goodbye.
lucy and the three boys looked at carlos. where as sam and cat shared a look of confusion.
a bubbling sound came from the kitchen floor. it seemed to be sinking inside itself. a hand reached up grabbing lucys leg and pulling her inside.
"ahhh-' her screams were cut of and they knew the games had begun.
BEEP BEEP.
you have been warned.
its a little iffy but I havnt thought about this story for a while... I hope you enjoy for theirs more to come. love you guys keep thos replys coming.