Critter Volume 1 Chapter 4

When Lauren put on make up, it reminded her of her mom. When she was little her mother would lay out all of her make up on her bed and they would sit in front of the mirror and try stuff on. By age 10 Lauren was a pro. Of coarse none of this mattered because even the things she counted on to make her feel better, like putting on make up, faded after Chris moved in. The site of him began making her ill. Their relationship had become more of a tragedy then anything else, not to mention her nightmares began to get worse and worse.

Chris shot out from the doorframe and placed himself in Lauren’s mirror. “Hey hun! I have some news” he said as Lauren spun around on her chair.  “What is it?” “I have to leave for a couple of weeks, my website got another call. It’s about 6 hours North of here” Chris explained “Oh well when do you leave?” Lauren asked “see this is the thing, I need to leave now in order to get there before nightfall” Lauren was prepared for more questioning but was over powered by a feeling she had never felt before. As Chris stood up and began walking to his room, Lauren took a look at her palm. A small light was shining through.

“So I’m just throwing a few things in the car and I’ll be right back” he heads out the front door and Lauren immediately lite up the entire room sending her bed flying up against the window. Her dresser was thrown upside down and her bookshelf shattered into kindling. It was a feeling of relief. She neglected her abilities so much that they were fighting back. Lauren looked out the window and Chris was just shutting the trunk to the car and heading back inside.

The light dimmed and Lauren was able to hold her hands together to get it to stop. When she heard Chris’ footsteps coming up the staircase she ran to the door and shut it behind her. “Have a good trip honey!” and with one kiss on the cheek Chris was gone.

Today was a big step; first of all he was leaving his sister alone for the first time since she came home. Secondly, Clayton had never gone on a date with a man. When the car pulled up, Clayton hopped off the wicker chair sitting on the front porch under a light that had so many dead flies sitting in it, that it embarrassed Clayton when he saw it. He flicked the light off and ran to the car, but not before Officer Stackhouse came out and got the door for him. Clayton then realized, a chance like this doesn’t come along very often. Not with a guy like this.

After a dinner that Officer Stackhouse carefully made for the date, they got lost in conversation when Clayton reached over the table to fill his glass using the pitcher of wine, which was sweating from the heat. “So Officer-“ Clayton was interrupted “for the last time can you please call me Jason?” he insisted “right sorry! Habit I guess” Jason then looked into Clayton’s eyes “come here I want to show you something”. The two walked to his dim lite backyard where they held glasses of wine and held hands walking down the patio. There was a swinging bench that sat in the corner of the deck. Blankets were placed, as if it was planned. The two sat down. Jason looked at Clayton with the kind of look where you know something is going to happen, he went in for a kiss. The two shared a passionate lip lock for several seconds, when Clayton let go “I’m sorry, I can’t…just not right now” Clayton stood up “I’m so sorry” Clayton grabbed his coat and chugged back the wine as he got in his car and took off.

Tears fell to the leather seats as Clayton was speeding down his road. His phone rang which was thrown in the back seat after falling out of his jacket pocket. Clayton turned his head for a second to see his phone has 3 missed calls. He turned back to see a truck coming his way, the t-boned Clayton causing his car to roll 3 times into the ditch. The last thing Clayton remembered before he passed out was Kyle’s face, driving the truck that hit him.

Lena sat under her covers as she read her book while Warren finished shaving. He walked in to the room and hopped into bed. “What are you reading?” he asks, “Mitch actually lent me this book, Not Dead Yet, it’s really goo-“ Lena froze as she saw movement coming from outside her window. She ran to the drapes and pulled them back. She then stomped to the front door and flicked on the porch light. There sat Rachel, the woman she met the night before while working. She was watching her from her car from the road. A few feet where Chevy was killed. Rachel put her car in drive and took off. “Babe what is it!?” yelled Warren. Lena thought weather or not she should say anything “Nothing, sorry I thought I saw something”.

Mitch knelt to the ground with ease. He knew what he had to do to protect his family legacy. He would do what it took. Traci stood above Mitchell with her eyes closed. Her staff was then stomped right in between his eyes. The mouth of the skull at the tip of the staff slowly opened “This is your last chance to back out” Traci asked “DO IT” the skull then made a deep breathing sound as it sucked a clear flow of energy from Mitchell’s mouth. The skull then closed shut. Mitchell felt no different, but then he realized it was a lot more silent then he was used too. It was as if when he was a telepath his mind was always racing. He had an odd feeling of true humanity, and he liked it. “Now my part of the deal” Tracy took a deep breath and blew out a sparkly purple energy much like the one that came from Mitch. “Congratulations Mitch, your bar is safe. I hope it was worth it”.

Ashley couldn’t trust Jordan. She knew he was a friend, but this didn’t seem like him. She stared into his eyes and he stared into hers. She then heard a popping sound, which sent a sheet of silver thrown around Jordan’s face causing him to collapse to the floor. Ashley stood up and ran past screaming Jordan. “SHE’S GETTING AWAY!” a man yelled “Let her go” said Shaun as he looked down at Jordan “Silver him up! We got what we came here for, let’s go!”. Jordan was then locked in silver chains and strung along in the direction of the Witch.

Mitch was leaving through the Witch’s wall when he heard the sound of chains clanging and footsteps coming from down the path. He his behind a dead rose bush as he watched a group of men walk through the wall, and behind them was Jordan. Mitchells old friend, he knew he couldn’t leave him.