Hello all, midnightrebellion86 here with another chapter.
Yup, a pretty quick update compared to how slow I've been lately. Anyway, let's jump in.
Chapter 2. Monsters Among Us AU: Part 2
The hot Florida sun beamed down on Ada as she walked through the dense woods after being kicked to the curb by Alex. She had been walking for at least two hours now. Sweat was dripping rapidly from Ada's forehead and down her cheeks. This along with the tears that came from her eyes made the skin below her eyes feel a bit raw and irritated. 'I can't believe Alex could say those things to me like that.' Ada thought to herself. 'What's worse, he kicked me to the curb without a single care in the world.'
Ada continued walking through the dense woods as the grass crunched under her shoes with every step she took. As Ada continued to walk, she stepped on a small tree branch, snapping it, which caused her to flinch at the sudden loud noise. She glanced behind her and breathed a sigh of relief when there was no one behind her. After walking for a few hours, Ada came across a tree stump, and decided to sit down and rest for a bit.
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Another two hours had passed, and Ada opened her eyes and realized that she had fallen asleep on the stump. The hot sun was beginning to set, and it wouldn't be long before it would start getting dark out. Ada stood up from the tree stump, brushed her pants off and stretched her arms and legs before continuing where she left off. Ada had long since stopped crying over how Alex had treated her, but she was still sad as she pressed onwards. After another half an hour of walking, she came across an open field with a lone picnic table. But there was something far more disturbing. A young man lay knocked out cold with the grass stained with his blood from a head shot by a beer bottle. Ada gasped at the scene, and immediately ruled out drinking too much. Next to the knocked out cold young man is a large tuba like instrument and the carrying case. Ada breathed a sigh of relief when she looked and saw that the blood on the man's head had already dried up, and the wound was scabbing over.
Ada decided to take a deep breath before walking the forty feet from where she was standing, and as she got closer, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw that the young man was still breathing. Once Ada was in reaching distance of the young man, she crouched down and gently shook him.
"Hey, wake up." Ada said in a slightly hushed tone.
The young man let out a groan of annoyance as he moved slightly. "Fuck, my head hurts." The young man complained.
He opened his eyes, but his vision was a bit blurry at first, but after a minute, his vision cleared, and only then did he remember his surroundings. He had an angry look on his face, and immediately got to his feet, but fell down. Ada had to break his fall.
"Hey, you shouldn't move so fast." Ada said as she helped the young man sit down on the bench.
"I gotta get those fuckers for attacking me." The young man said.
"You can worry about that after we get you taken care off." Ada said. "Now, what's your name?"
"Trey." The young man now as Trey said.
"I'm Ada." Ada said. "It's going to get dark soon, so let's try and find some help."
Not wanting to argue, Trey grabbed his baritone horn and put it in his case before he, with the help of Ada left the open field to try and find some help.
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Zeke and his other three friends were sitting in an old abandoned warehouse with just an old dusty wooden table, five wooden chairs with the wood on the legs of the chair slowly rotting away. In the corner of the warehouse is an old sofa with some cobwebs on one of the armrests, the cotton on the middle cushion was falling out and you could see the wood on the other armrest.
An old fridge was situated directly across from the old couch, a dusty twenty inch television is six feet from the fridge and sitting on a stand and kiddy corner from the old sofa is a red lazy boy chair with a spring sticking out of the back and cotton coming out of one of the armrests.
Off to the right is a door with a set of stairs, which is assumed to be the bedroom area.
The door behind the lazy boy chair opens, and Alex walks into the room before shutting the door behind him. Zeke and the other four turn their heads in Alex's direction.
"Alex, where's that British girl that's always with you?" One of Zeke's friends asked.
Alex ignored the guy and made his way over to the table where the beers were sitting, and upon looking into the cooler, his face tensed up in anger before glaring at Zeke. "Only two beers?" Alex asked angrily.
"We ran into that freak Trey earlier." Zeke stated.
"We kicked his ass." Another guy chimed in.
Alex snatched up one of the two remaining beers before popping the top off and going to his lazy boy chair. "You guys should've killed the fucker." Alex stated. "And speaking of freaks, I was making out with the bitch, but when I moved the hair to uncover her ears, her ears were very large. I fucking swear, I've never gone limp that fast in my entire life."
"Well, can't blame you there." Zeke stated. "Anyway, if we would've killed Trey, then we wouldn't have anyone else to fuck with."
"Good point." Alex said as he relaxed in his chair and finished the rest of his beer. "I'm going to bed."
With that, Alex got up and made his way up the stairs.
Zeke and the other three looked at each other.
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Elsa is sitting in a small café reading a newspaper as Look good in your short shorts is playing in the background. She picks up a pair of scissors and begins clipping some coupons.
A waitress with short brown hair dressed in a powder blue button down top approaches the older lady with a curious look on her face. "Clipping coupons?" The waitress asked, already knowing the answer to her question.
Elsa chuckles at the waitress. "It's a review for stage fright." Elsa replied. "Dietrich's new film. Clearly Mr. Hitchcock had some mental break when he cast her in this picture. Here, look at all of them."
Elsa handed the waitress the paper.
"I-I don't get to the movies much." The waitress stated shyly before handing the paper back to Elsa and going about her business.
Elsa tried to call out to her. "Refill." Elsa said in an attempt to get the woman's attention, but fail. Elsa grunted in annoyance under her breath before speaking louder. "Refill!" The German woman shouted much louder.
The waitress continued to go about her business. Frustrated with customer service, Elsa began muttering swear words in German. The other customers were busy eating their meals or laughing at random things. What really caught Elsa's attention was a young man chatting it up with the same waitress who ignored her request for a refill just a moment ago. Elsa's blood was boiling with the situation at hand, so she snatched up her belongings and made her way over to where the young man was sitting.
"Fancy meeting you here." Elsa said, interrupting the young man's conversation with the waitress.
Both the waitress and the young man look in Elsa's direction with blank expressions as she takes out a lighter.
"I can't seem to get this thing to work." Elsa said. "Would you try?"
Elsa hands the young man the lighter.
"Is this your mom?" The waitress asks.
The young man chuckles quietly and shakes his head negative. "Hit the road, toots." The young man said.
The waitress nods and goes about her waiting duties while the young man turns his full attention to Elsa, and he's immediately met with an angry outburst. "You selfish good-for-nothing!" Elsa snaps in a fit of rage. Elsa takes a deep breath and continues on. "I find us this place that can be a home, where we can expand our show, build an audience, become a destination, and you're going to risk it all on some floozy?"
"I heard what the landlord said." The young man replied. "They don't want us here anymore. You're living in your own dream, Elsa."
Elsa looks directly at the young man in front of her before pulling out a document, stating that their lease was good for another month. The young man took a good look at the document before handing it back over to Elsa.
"I still can't figure out how you got another month out of him." The young man said.
"Mind your business." Elsa said in a hushed tone. "What, do you think all your charm is going to make that girl blind to your deformities? Huh? What happens when she sees you? All of you?" The young man was getting agitated with Elsa's jabbing, but he held it in as she continued on. "You know where you're going to end up. Where they send indigent freaks—the state mad house. And what about your mother? You want her to die drooling in some hideous asylum?"
"We both know that's probably where she's headed anyway… where we're all headed." The young man said. "It's over, Elsa!"
Elsa shot up in a fit of rage and glared at the younger man. "You're wrong!" Elsa shouted. Elsa took in a few deep breaths before speaking in a calmer tone. "Things are going to change. I have a plan."
The young man just shrugged his shoulders and gave Elsa a skeptical look before getting up and leaving the café. Elsa gathered her belongings and left the café, but not before telling the waitress that it was on the house.
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Elsa is now pushing Bette and Dotte through the hallways of the hospital.
"What do you suppose the cops will ask us when they come?" Bette asked.
"They'll want to hear about everything what happened." Elsa replied.
"You know, we really didn't see much." Bette said.
"Let me do the talking." Dot told her sister through telepathy.
"What did you see?" Elsa asked. "Tell me about your terrible tragedy."
"It was a robbery gone bad." Dot stated. "I'm sure the man was enraged when he found we had nothing to steal. It was a moonless night. Bette was asleep, but something woke me. I heard footsteps."
Dot continues to tell Elsa the made up story on what had occurred in the house. Elsa gave Dot a look of false interest before speaking. "So you saw just that one man?" Elsa asked.
"He had on a fedora." Bette chimed in. "A black fedora, and he wreaked of Aqua Velva."
"Stop talking." Dot warned telepathically.
Bette just completely ignored her sister's warning. "It was terrible." She said in a loud whisper. "First he strangled mama with her own necklace while she was doing needlepoint."
Dot's face scrounged up with anger as she glared at her sister. "Shut up, Bette!" Dot snapped telepathically.
"Very interesting." Elsa said. "That would make a terrifying movie. If it hadn't already been done."
"What are you talking about?" Dot asked.
"The original GasLight. Strangled by her own necklace while doing needlepoint." Elsa said. "Bette, if you are going to talk, make sure that what ever comes out of your mouth is more than just some regurgitated plot."
"She knows." Bette said telepathically.
Elsa then turned her attention to Dot. "And, Dot, even I know that your mother died two days before you were found with fresh wounds." Elsa said as she looked Dot straight in the eye.
A brief silence came as the twins had nothing more to counter.
"You two should try harder to get your story straight before the coppers show up." Elsa said as she walked briefly around the room.
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Trey and Ada had been walking for a good two hours now, and the sun had completely gone down, making the weather much cooler than what it had been when it was light out. It was also harder to see, so the two had to walk slowly in order to not bump into anything. For Ada, she was on her last legs, but for Trey, his head no longer hurt, but his hair was caked with dried up blood.
"Trey, we should rest for the night." Ada suggested as she panted from all the energy she'd used.
"We're in the middle of nowhere." Trey stated as he was trying to catch his breath. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to backtrack and then head back home from there."
Trey proceeded to turn around, but he was immediately stopped when he felt Ada grab him by the wrist.
"You're still injured from that beer bottle to the head." Ada stated before letting out a long sigh. "We'll walk for another hour, but if we don't find anything, we're camping out for the night."
The two then resumed their trek in search for some help.
"So, how long have you been playing an instrument?" Ada asked.
"I've been playing for four years now." Trey stated. "But these past couple of months have been a pain in the neck, due to those guys bothering me. What about you?"
"I'm originally from London, but I moved here to America a few months ago." Ada stated. "I met Alex just a month ago, but he had never brought me around any of his friends."
Feeling curious, Trey decided to get more info. "Why did you move here from London?" Trey asked.
Ada got completely quiet, and the conversation ended there. The rest of the walk went by without a single word being said.
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Bette and Dot are now on the grounds of Elsa's freak show, and they are making their way towards the tent.
"Dear Diary, it was the glorious third of September when I was finally freed from the shadows." Bette said. "The future had never seemed brighter."
The two turned to four people. One being a very tall woman with short brown hair wearing a red top and neon shorts, a young man with lobster like hands, who is holding a very small woman in his arms and next to him is a man with very short arms.
"Let's hope they start bringing in some paying customers, huh?" The guy with lobster hands said.
Bette and Dot then continued their way into the large tent that resembled a scary face with bright orange eyes and a gaping mouth.
That's it for chapter 2.
I was going to finish the rest of the first episode this chapter, but due to my lack of motivation and the fact that I haven't posted anything recently, I wanted to get something out. There will be flashbacks of my two OCs when I do the Edward Mordrake stuff. Also, my OCs will also join the freakshow next chapter, so things will start to pick up then.
Thanks to NotMarge and Anja1986 for reviewing last chapter.
Bye for now.