Broken
Throughout the day, Lizzie and I just hung out with the pups at the beach. We watched as the Surf Nazis bullied other surfers. Lizzie shook her head, "Someone should put those guys in their place." I agreed with her. We continued to enjoy the day at the beach until the sun went down before returning home.
"Why don't we make the pups some dinner then we go out to eat for once? Maybe hit up a bar?" Lizzie asked. I had this awful feeling in my gut but pushed it down and shrugged, "Sure." So we got ready to go out, made the pups dinner, and left. But before leaving, I cuddled Sirius and Regulus, "Be good you two. Don't trash the place." Both of them shook their heads, 'No'.
Neither Lizzie nor I saw the boys we all know and love hiding in the trees behind the house waiting for us to leave.
A couple hours and a few drinks later, Lizzie and I returned to a broken front door. We sobered up quite quickly, pulled the side arms we started carrying and entered the house. What we found was heartbreaking. My heart was shattered. Sirius and Regulus lying motionless on the living room floor in puddles of their own blood.
At first, I couldn't tell who killed my pups. Until I noticed a piece of torn fabric in Regulus' mouth. Pulling it loose, I examined it. Leopard print stitched to leather. Lizzie saw it too. She was sitting right next to me, crying just as hard as I was, "They will pay for this." I clutched the fabric in my hand and told Lizzie, "Close the door."
Once the front door was closed, "Matthius? Is this your idea of fun? Since you ripped them away from me, I'm going to tear your empire apart." The vampire in question appeared with a sinister laugh, "I like to see you try. In fact, I'll give you the opportunity. This time tomorrow night, if Santa Clara ceases to stand I will bring them back and grant you leave. Send you to any universe you want. With your pups alive and well."
Lizzie chimes in, "The boys go with us to wherever it is we choose. They've suffered enough and you know it." Matthius exhales heavily through his nose and growls, "Fine, if you two manage to accomplish your goal by tomorrow night we have a deal." I shake his hand, closing the deal, knowing full well I just made a deal with the devil. I smirk which catches him off guard, "Enjoy the fireworks." With that Matthius vanished.
I look down at my pups with renewed tears, "It'll be okay. Momma's gonna fix this." I turn to Lizzie, "Let's clean them up." We take some bedsheets and carefully wrap them up, place them in the master bath tub, and clean up the blood. Then we get to work.
I may have pilfered one of grandpa Hughes' fence posts to grind down. In the weapons' cellar there's a bullet mold, and hammer bullet maker for rifles. Lizzie and I made several rounds of wooden bullets for a couple of long range rifles, and two clips for 9mm. We also rigged several explosive devices that were going to be placed around the Boardwalk. I don't think Matthius realized or even remembered Lizzie and I are prior military. Or he didn't care and didn't think we had the balls to hurt innocent people. But we were done.
I was freshly showered, dressed in all black combat gear, ready to end this once and for all. But first, I knocked on the door of the Emerson household and Sam and the Frog Brothers' answered, "Hi? I was wondering if your gramps was home?" Lizzie stood behind me, dressed just as dark, feeling just as anxious for the final fight. The boys stepped to the side and let us in, not verbalizing an invite.
Sam slid Grandpa's workshop doors open, "Grandpa, there's someone here to see you." "Oh yeah," The kind old man smiled as he turned around, but it soon dropped when he saw us, "What can I do for you ladies?" He was weary of us. I stepped forward with one of the rifle bullets and set it down on his work station, "Just thought I give you a heads up. Might be best to stay inside tonight. We're going after them." Lizzie and I start to walk away as he examines the bullet. I turn and make eye contact with the ex-hunter, "All of them!"
"Grandpa, what is that?" Sam asked. The three boys huddled around the man. He was impressed, "I'll be damned." Grandpa Hughes held up the large caliber rifle bullet, "It's a wooden bullet." The hunter sighed and shook his head, "Best do as the ladies say and stay inside. They're professionals. You kids would only get in the way." He walks back into his workshop, before he closes the doors, "I mean it! You'll only get hurt!" He slammed the sliding doors closed.
Mike's voice traveled from the second floor, "You're not going to listen to him, are you?" Sam somehow was holding the bullet and took a closer look. He saw a crucifix carved into the tip, "Yes, I am. You didn't see their faces, Mike. We did." He gestured to the Frogs, who reluctantly agreed with Sam. Edgar crossed his arms, "Those two are on a mission." Allen continued, "Nothing is going to stand in their way. If we go out there, we'd just be in the way." Mike shook his head, "Whatever, I'm going to see Star." With that, the stubborn halfling left.
All In One Night
Lizzie and I quickly hid the explosives around the Boardwalk as the sun was setting. The crowded amusement park would be nothing more than collateral damage. We even primed a few explosives around Hudson's Bluff. Nothing is going to be standing by the night's end.
Perched high on the mountain above Max's house, Lizzie and I waited for him and Thorn to exit. Once they were in Lizzie's sight of her sniper rifle she fired. Max was shot with a wooden bullet to the heart. His body went up in flames as it fell to the ground. I fired my rifle at the same time, shooting Thorn taking out the Hellhound.
"The boys may have felt that. But I know Mike, Star, and Laddie definitely would have. They are normal now," I said as we trekked down to my truck. We were going to drive to the Boardwalk and see if the Lost Boys show up. If not, we blow the bombs.
We didn't even make it down the street before four bikes came at us. I speed up, "If this is how it's going to be then fine. I'm not going down without a fight!" Marko pulled up beside me, "Why'd you do it?! Why Max?!" The audacity of these punks, "Why Regulus?! Why Sirius?! They were mine! You took them from me! Now, I take everything from him!" I fire my 9mm at his head.
Marko loses control of his bike and crashes. I lean out and fire a shot at Dwayne. Lizzie fires shots at David and Paul. The head shots won't kill them but will slow them down. I kept driving until we reached the Boardwalk parking lot. Close enough to trigger the bombs. We were readying the detonator when the Lost Boys pulled up and circled us. Revving their bikes.
I yelled out over the sound, "You're too late!" They stopped. All four of them radiated anger and hurt. David was right in front of me, "Too late for what?" "To stop me," I trigger the explosives.
The fireworks were glorious. The tremors shook for miles. The Ferris Wheel and Roller Coaster collapsed, people were scattering, screaming. Then the fires grew.
Dropping their bikes, the boys attacked Lizzie and I. But we were ready. I staked Dwayne as he rushed me. David was shot the moment he let go of his bike but this time I aimed for his heart. Lizzie shot Paul in the heart but missed. Marko was still weakened from his bullet wound so he was easy to stake. This fight was very anti-climatic. It's almost like they had no fight left in them. Paul got up to keep fighting but Lizzie staked him.
"Alright, enough! A deal is a deal," Matthius roars from behind me. He wasn't even looking at us. He was staring at the blazing Boardwalk. That actually pissed me off, "Really!? We just killed your precious Lost Boys! And you're more concerned about the Boardwalk?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Lizzie pulled me closer to her before I lunged at Matthius.
He seemed to have aged centuries as he faced us, "I have lived for eons, traversing different dimensions. This is my favorite. I will keep my end of the deal. A version of the Lost Boys will go with you. Because without them there is no Santa Carla." Matthius snaps his long, aged fingers and Lizzie and I are back in our vehicles on the side of the road surrounded by fog.
We got out and approached each other. Before we could say anything, I was tackled and slobbered on by my pups, "I missed you too." I also noticed they seemed to be Hellhounds. They will not die as easily. Then the unmistakable sound of motorcycles was heard as they pulled up. The Lost Boys were dressed more modern and had noticeable daylight jewelry. David had a cigarette hanging in his mouth, "Ladies, where to?"
Lizzie and I smirked.
AN: Scared ya, didn't I? As if I let my pups die? I can either end this story here or go into a new world?