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almondcroissantsandink · 8 days ago
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I’ll be back to the arcane sillies shortly but my government has been making me incredibly nervous and scared lately
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talesfromlordaeron · 3 years ago
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Bai’s Apprentice Part 6: Children of the Blood
((Author’s note: so I know updates have been a long time coming. Summer was crazy and I needed something that was not Tumblr to unwind in (which wound up being more WoW, but at least I should have some new stories to come out of that). My classes have resumed again, so expect updates to continue to be sporadic at best, but I’ll do my best not to forget the blog entirely, even if it does take a few months to come back...))
“Looking for a portal to Dalaran!”
“Needing a mage to take us to Dalaran!”
“Wanting a portal to Dalaran, will tip!”
Zully stared down at the ground in front of where he squatted, idly tracing patterns in the dust on the road. “They no like Zully...?” he asked.
Bai sighed, lowering herself to the ground beside him. Hours of silence and blank stares were wearing on them both. “It’s not you, Zully,” she said. “I... think it’s me...”
“Why you be saying dat, mon? You be a powerful mage. And you be Zully’s chosen magic teacher from da Kirin Tor.” Zully looked up at the moon, shining down on them through Orgrimmar’s canyon walls. “Maybe it just be late.”
“I’m not all that powerful. But I should have been. That’s why they ignore me, because I left off my own training years ago. Abandoned them, I guess.”
“What you mean?”
Bai sighed. She hadn’t exactly wanted to tell this story, but if Zully was going to be her apprentice, he may as well know the truth...
“A few years ago, I was beginning my journey as a student of magic, just like you are. You see, some years ago, my home was nearly destroyed by the Scourge invasion--”
“You be from Quel’Thalas, ya? Zully be aware of dat.”
Bai nodded. “They nearly wiped us all out. My father was a priest, and my mother one of the Farstriders. The Scourge...” She paused, taking a deep breath, before continuing. “... I don’t know what they did to my father. His body was never recovered; I fear they took his body and raised him into service, I just don’t know. But my mother... I watched them cut her down as she tried to defend the city. I ran to help, but I...” She looked away, fingers curling into a tight fist.
“Da Scourge be powerful, dey say,” Zully remarked.
“They are. I was barely fit to be an apprentice at the time. My Fireball just... bounced off one of the ghouls like its skin was made of obsidian. But it felt the hit and drew its attention toward me. It...”  She abruptly broke off with a shudder, unable to put into words the terror she’d felt when it leapt at her. “A city guard saw what happened and threw himself between us, told me to run. So... I did.”
A gust of wind blew through the valley, kicking up a small cloud of dust around them. “The order to evacuate went out soon afterward. We were to try to flee across the ocean to seek refuge with the dwarves, but we never made it. The gargoyles overhead saw the ships leaving the harbor and attacked us. Every one of the ships sank.”
Zully stared at her, completely transfixed by her story. “How you survive that?”
Bai took a deep breath as the dust continued to swirl around them, whipped into a near-frenzy by the gusting winds. She sat for a moment, holding her breath as the tiny particles stung her face, waiting for the mini sandstorm to subside.
After a moment, the winds died, and with it, Bai let out the breath she’d been holding, slowly and almost as if meditating.
“Something my teacher taught us in meditation was how to control our breath, our heartbeat,” she explained, “to find our center of peace and be able to tap into the arcane. And of course, we were children, so we would challenge one another to see who could hold their breath the longest.” A slight smile flickered across her lips. “They could never beat me.”
The brief smile faded as the bitter memories crept in. “So many of our people were lost just on those ships alone. So many children, especially, hiding in the lower decks of the ships, they... they never stood a chance. The few of us who didn’t drown tried to swim back to shore, but by that time the rest of the Scourge were gathering, waiting... I didn’t know what to do, and I was scared, so I just... held my breath and went underwater. A few gargoyles tried to dive after me, but well...” She laughed bitterly. “Ever see a rock try to swim? I went as deep as I could, and found a vent underwater where some bubbles were coming up. I could inhale some of the bubbles if I felt like I needed to breathe, so I just... hid. Until Arthas and his army moved on to Quel’Danas and the Sunwell.”
Zully shook his head in stunned amazing. “You be very lucky, mon. Dey say da Scourge will kill all in their path.”
“I don’t know about luck. I lost my family, most of my friends. I watched so many of my people slaughtered. I listened to the screams of thousands of children as they drowned, trapped in the wreckage of those ships. And I could do nothing to save any of them, not even my own mother. All I could do was run and hide. I only survived because I knew how to swim and how to hold my breath.”
“And this be why you think da Kirin Tor not be likin’ ya?”
“Ahh, no. I was getting to that. So... I spent the next several years trying to... figure out what to do with myself. I helped as I could with rebuilding Silvermoon, but it was difficult. Arthas had left so many of the Scourge behind to try to destroy what few of us were left. I wasn’t strong enough to defend myself from them, and the pain of being cut off from the Sunwell was such that I struggled to function even on the best of days. So I mostly stayed inside the parts of the city that we’d managed to secure from the Scourge. I felt so helpless. Not only could I do nothing to defend my people in our darkest hour, but I could barely even help rebuild what had been taken from us. And then we got word that the Kirin Tor had survived Dalaran’s destruction, and were trying to recruit as many to their cause as they could. I hadn’t had the opportunity to progress my studies since the Scourge invaded, but we were learning... ways to find bits of arcane energy in the world around us. It seemed like the perfect time for me to try to resume my training, to be someone who could proudly call herself a true sin’dorei. So I answered the call and started my training in earnest.”
“Dis don’t be seemin’ like a bad thing, mon. Zully tink dey would be liking dat you be trainin’ more.”
“That wasn’t what I did to make them angry. What made them angry is that I stopped.”
“Why you do dat?”
“Because I made a very costly mistake, Zully: I fell in love.”
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pencilsdgr · 6 years ago
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A queen should always look her best.
Story time, if you dare. From the perspective of the one on the left.
I was up late, cleaning my gun while I waited for the scouts to get back. It’s been dark at the warehouse ever since the riots caused the power to go out. Life in Los Angeles has gone to total shit because of them, and it’s so bad that the military’s quarantined the city. The whole place has been cut up to Hell with the gangs, and they can be classified into three groups: The Lapdogs, the ones who used to be with the police and fire department and all that, we’re on good grounds with them because we used to control the city together; the Extremists, they furiously push their causes like anarchy and communism, hate the guts out of everyone except the press; and then there’s us, who want nothing to do with this and just want to leave. 
The queen’s been working out our next move to get us out of this shithole, but the big thing that’s been stumping her is the military. We need to make our move soon, we’ve been dropping in numbers to the extremists, and it’s only a matter of time before they come after our money and weapons. 
I hear footsteps approach the door. They stop just in front of it and I wait for their knock.
“Al.”
That wasn’t the knock. Already this is shady as fuck. I load my gun and step up to the door.
“What?”
“Open de door.”
“You know the drill.”
“Cobe ong, I vorgot, shust open de door.”
Things have been stressful, especially for the scouts. I still don’t trust him, though. I open the door a crack and point right at his chest. It is one of our scouts, but he seems on edge. I lower my gun slightly and ask him what’s up.
“Dey broke bove my armsh and pulled out a bunge of teet. Dey would had godden my eyesh iv I hadn’t-”
He’s interrupted by the sound of a car loudly starting up. Light floods the area, and a car roars right up to us. I jump out of the way, but the poor kid is smashed between the car and the door. It keeps going and rams right into a concrete pillar. The raid’s started.
I shoot my gun a couple times to make sure everyone’s awake, and start yelling to get Khloe out of here.
The horse and the pig get Khloe in her car. Khloe doesn’t go in without a fight first, though. I’m her personal bodyguard, so I pile into the car too. We speed off with about half a million dollars, mine and Khloe’s guns, and the pig’s first aid kit.
Khloe immediately starts yelling.
“Oi, why are we goin’?”
“That was a raid. We need to get you to safety.”
“And leave the rest of ‘em to die? I don’t look like some Marie Antoinette, do I?”
“We didn’t have time to pile everyone in, and we were outnumbered as it was. You’d certainly be dead by now.”
“Well, where are we going?”
“That’s up to you, you’re the queen.”
Khloe thinks for a minute.
“What did you learn from the scouts?”
“That the extremists are complete sadists. One scout made it back. They tortured him until he led them to the warehouse, and now he’s a splash of red paint on a car’s hood.”
“Shit. Take me down the blue line. You have a subway map, right?”
“I don’t-”
“I have one on my phone. Give me the charger,” the horse impedes. He plugs in his phone and we continue on the road.
We’re going through Compton as a shadowy figure jumps up from behind a car and starts shooting at us. I try to dodge some of the fire, but end up flipping our car on its side. The loon is still shooting, so we all hop out and get behind the car. Every one of us takes at least one bullet in the process: Me in the ear, the horse in the side, the pig in an arm and leg, and Khloe loses half of her tail. While the pig starts treating everyone’s wounds, I peek up and start shooting back. To little surprise, so does Khloe. She runs out of bullets and I duck down to reload her gun. All the while, I’m telling her to stay down, until she grabs me by the collar of my jacket.
“Look here, you little shit, I’m not a coward who sits idly by while my colleagues all get shot. You forced me out of the warehouse, but you won’t force me out of this. If I die, then I die. Understand?”
“Aren’t you at least afraid to die?”
“I’d be bleedin’ ice if I wasn’t bleedin’ blood, fuck yeah I’m scared to die. But I’ve experience bein’ shot at, and by the sounds of it, it sounds better to die than be at the hands of these fuckers.”
I sorta fell silent. I went back to reloading her gun as she waited patiently.
About 3 clips in, I hear the sound of screeching tires around a corner, and turn around to see 3 armored trucks speeding toward us. I’ll admit, I broke a cold sweat, until one stopped in front of us and the other two stopped in front of our car. A lapdog jumped out and rushed us into the back of the truck. We complied because, first, we were being shot at, and second, we could trust the lapdogs. We pile in and the truck screeches the fuck outta there.
We graciously thank the lapdog and he gets us to a hospital. All the hospitals are owned by the lapdogs. The one in the truck tells us that they want our help in return for getting us to safety. Khloe’s escorted off to the radiology ward, while we settle in and have our wounds treated. 
Two hours pass, and Khloe regroups with us.
“So what do they want?”
“They want to raid a train station where a bunch of extremists are holed up. It’s right down the block and they’re getting concerned. We’ll be on the ground, they’ll be in the air.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” the horse states.
“Well, they got us out of that pinch. We had no car, dwindling ammo, and all of us were injured. Chin up, they’re leaving now.” Khloe got up and left.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do now,” the pig grunts.
With that, we all make toward the armored trucks. As we’re driving to the station, we see all sorts of gruesome displays all around us. Heads speared on pikes with Hitler-staches drawn on them, hammers and sickles painted in red across buildings, barricades made of barbed wire and corpses, and much, much more. My stomach sinks as we get closer, and it drops when the truck stops. A lapdog opens the door and debriefs us on what exactly we’re doing here. 
“You just have to keep them distracted. We’ll have the helicopter over soon which will provide sniper support.”
We all trudge our way onto the pavement behind the truck. Khloe’s the first one to start moving toward the train station, pointing her rifle everywhere along the way. The pig needs help from me and the horse to get up the stairs, and we’re immediately pinned down by gunfire. We don’t forget our duties, and the horse is the first one to start shooting back. I start shooting, then Khloe jumps in. A couple of the extremists go down, and over the gunfire nobody notices when the helicopter joins in. The extremists start going down much quicker and eventually the whole area’s clear. 
Once the area’s silent aside from the helicopter, we start going in. There really are no more of them. It was only about 10 of them, the Lapdogs couldn’t deal with 10 extremists?
I’m scanning around in one of the trains and a shot rips through the air. Shortly after, Khloe and the horse tackle me getting into the train.
“What’s going on? Are there more?”
“It’s the lapdogs! They killed Hope!” the horse screams.
“They led us into a trap. Us gone is one less gang for them to worry about. This is the most vulnerable we’ve been in a while, this was their chance to get the last of us.”
Fuck, she’s right. There’s only 3 of us and we’re stuck in a corner.
“But they won’t get the last of us. Look, there’s a motorcar.” Khloe points in front of the train. There’s a car on the rails, tethered in several places to the train, “And there’s a map right there, with the brown line highlighted.”
“What are we going to do with this information? They are shooting at us!”
“Al, I know what I’m doing. The helicopter will circle around us, and once it’s behind the train, I’ll go for the car. They’re flying too low to see me. We’ll outrun the helicopter, then ride the brown line to San Diego.”
I’m not in any position to oppose her, so it’s on her now. The helicopter whirs behind us, and Khloe bolts for the door.
“God, save the Queen,” I mutter.
I hear Khloe start the car, and a second later another shot rips through the air as the helicopter passes in front of us again. The train starts rolling, and several more shots blow holes all through the ceiling. The horse and I lay under the seats as the sniper continues raining hell on us. 
We’re crawling across the rails for about two hours, and the helicopter flies away. 
A minute or so after we can’t hear the helicopter, Khloe hobbles back into the train. She’s very clearly injured, and lays on the floor facing me. 
“They got me. Not in the chest, but bloody close,” She reveals the bleeding gash in her shoulder.
“Good lord!” I scream. I scramble for a first aid kit, and find one behind a panel in the wall. I put the bandage on her arm as tight as I can, and we continue down the track. 
We’re stopped by the military, who thankfully have bigger problems than a couple drug dealers, prostitutes, etc. They see that Khloe’s hurt and we’re taken into their care. When they pick up Khloe, there’s a her-shaped pool of blood on the floor, and she looks close to death. As they’re carrying her off the train, her glazed eyes look to me and she gives the weakest thumbs-up I’ve seen. Of course, I follow the guys taking her away-- I am her personal bodyguard after all. 
In about a week, she’s back on her feet. She’s changed her plans: Now that there’s only 3 of us, she can take us in to her friend’s gated community. We set off toward San Antonio Rodriguez.
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gothicfury · 8 years ago
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Lupus smirked as he saw her move throughout the sky, he wanted to join in the fun and transformed. He started breathing heavily and then knelt, his teeny hands started cracking as the flesh of his hands broke to make way for the enormous wolf hands, hair started to envelop his body and his backbone cracked to form a bigger cage, It ripped his flesh and he became a mixture of dark skin and hair, his ears became pointy and his nose became more pronounced as he started to resemble the face of a wolf, with gray hair on the side of his head, his dark eyes became a luminance of light blue. He growled then the muscles on his body hypertrophied, he ferociously ripped the remaining skin and It showed the wolf's Monstrous Body, Strong and unassailable.  He howled at the moon then ran fast... climbing houses, jumping on the roofs, then running on the street.
Strange Family Values. Episode 2 The Poison House By Gothicfury.
                                                    Dedicated To My Grandma.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental However Some characters is inspired/based on history, some events might have been drawn from a variety of sources but is mixed with fiction. The role played by the character in this narrative is entirely fictional. It contains fictionalized scenes, composite and representative characters and dialogue, and time compression. The views and opinions expressed in the story are those of the characters only and do not necessarily reflect or represent the views and opinions held by individuals on which those characters are based. Some are also FF. The insert song parts are not property of the author and are solely used just as an example. Warning: Strong Explicit Language Might be present. Violence and Gore Present.
Scene 1 *Insert spooky witch song here, for example; Seasons of the Witch – Donovan * Sullivan has unloaded several pieces of baggage from the black car,  He drove father's car, a 1935 black Buick, Most of the things were there, while we, rode in a 1960 Buick Le Sabre, It was the family car, and the whole family fits in it. It was a thing of beauty. Sullivan was pale and looked slightly dead than us, He had wild wind-swept hair and is very good-looking for someone who looks a bit grayish and white, He wore a white shirt with ruffles and a black vest as if he came from the Victorian era. I have a feeling that he is a zombie since sometimes he looks at our heads funny.
*Flash back to Sullivan wide-eyed looking at our heads funny, reaching out and wanting to grab what's inside, then we look back at him and he puts his hand back into place like nothing happened. We look at him awkwardly*. He is also very clumsy and walks funny.
But Sullivan has been good to us, he always follows and helps us when we need it, like that time when Lupus couldn't transform into a werewolf because he was stranded in a field of wolfsbane along with some very bad bullies who think of nothing better. Lupus started to itch and started feeling dizzy while the boys laughed at him. Lupus growled at them as they laughed... "Oh look it's a wolf boy! The wolf boys going to bite us hahaha!" The bully very pleased with himself laughed and looked at his friends as he pointed at Lupus.   "What's wrong wolf boy?, Not feeling too well?. Let's teach you a lesson!".  The leader of the bullies sneered, his eyes wrinkled and he stared menacingly at Lupus.  They cackled, as they started to kick and hit him. BAD idea. Very, very, very, very... bad idea indeed. They sky began to look of orange and purple. The sun was about to set. The boys continued to beat up Lupus. He wriggled of pain and most of all annoyance; he lay on the grass helpless and was pissed beyond belief as he tasted his own blood on his lips. Then Lupus howled so loud the boys said "Wtf?!, fucking weirdo!". Lupus howl rang throughout the sky, when the noise was gone they cried, "Whatever! let's kick him some more" but as soon as they said this, a tall dead like man appeared towering before them.
Sullivan bent down and looked at them one by one, slowly, with his pitch black eyes that were so deep it felt like it was going to suck their souls out. See Sullivan was very tall, to human eyes the color of his white grayish skin can be a bit daunting, He glared at them, there was no sound but they heard something scary like a gust of wind, That said “Mmmmmm.” /*insert scary gust of the wind here*/ which probably meant they are going to get eaten very soon. The boys felt fear trickle at the back of their necks, crawling its way to their spines. The first bully started to hold his friend's hands, grasping, checking if they were still there. Their hearts beat fast. Well, Sullivan did sort of look like a zombie. "z.....z...z....." the boy said, and then Sullivan muttered "boooooooh!" and at that moment opened his mouth to bite at the wind. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" They screamed. They started or at least tried to run away, one of them tumbled and fell, and tried so hard to get up, and at that instant checked to look back if It was near, all while he was crying. and IT was. When Sullivan tried to take a step, “AAAaahhhhhhh!!!!” the boy ran and screamed some more. It was lovely. I wish I was there to see it. The great part, It wasn't really Sullivan who they should be scared of. When those bullies left, Lupus was already so weak from the beating and worst; the wolfsbane was poison to his open wounds, So Sullivan had to carry him and he quipped: "You shouldn't be playing in a field of wolfsbane Master." Then left the field of wolfsbane to go home. As soon as they were far away from the wolfsbane, Lupus wounds started to heal, the blood in his lacerations started to bond and soon enough, The cuts in his face, hands, and feet started closing.  The purple bruise in his eyes, slowly vanished, until it was only his own skin. The only thing left was the dirt and the dried blood left in his lips and as they were nearing our house, Lupus eyes opened, He glowered and at that instant his pupils turned yellow and suddenly, They were pitch black angry.
*Insert scary rock song here example Powerwolf – Lupus Dei* Those boys. Did not survive the night. And it was not Sullivan's fault. It did not involve kicking and hitting. But It did involve a very gruesome dinner. A lot of growling and snarling sounds from a big rabid possessed dog. with lots of blood splattering on the windows and the walls. And screaming, lots and lots of screaming. Till there was no more. *Insert scary sonata here, for example, Moonlight Sonata – Beethoven* And a boy's feet being dragged in the forest, with trails of blood on the ground. He was not found.
Of course, I knew this because when Sullivan came home with Lupus all bloodied up and dirty, Mother was not pleased, not pleased at all. We had to look at her cauldron to see what happened, Mother was Furious. Good thing Father was asleep. Mother was about to do something to punish those boys, but they were not lucky enough to receive mother's punishment because before she can walk out. Lupus Pissed, Fumed in his Demon voice. You know that voice that sounds like a demon is possessing you. That voice; “They're Mine!.” Growled, Transformed and wrecked the door as he ran pass through it. *Insert fun spooky song here example tainted love – Marilyn Manson*
We looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds then Mother whined “My poor baby...”, Paused and continued. “Well, since that's all sorted out, Someone needs to fix the door, I am not in the mood for that. Sullivan, fix the door please.” and moved on with her life like nothing happened. *Insert fun spooky song here continue song example tainted love – Marilyn Manson* Scene 2 Speaking of Lupus, he was wide-eyed and fascinated with the House. "Whoa! we should definitely explore this house!" he remarked, Then he started to run wildly towards Mother and Father and into the house door, declared "Dibs on the bedroom!..." Then ran inside the house. As if Anybody cared. Wait, I do. Damnit!. I always declared the attic, as my room. I like high places. I like to look down at how small and petty people are from above the high bedroom window. They looked pathetic. Father while walking inside the Manor started talking about its history. I didn't  pay much attention to what he was saying, I wanted to look around and see if there is anything worth doing in this new house of ours. I started to feel the intricate design of our new fireplace, checking if there was any secret mechanism, contraption or locking device camouflaged so that they appear to be part of the fireplace, that might lead to a secret passage, checking the bookcase if it slides and leads into another room, checking the floors if there is any trap door. The house was intriguing. I would like to know It's secret. After all, we would be living here for a while or so, depending on how well we behave. "As it turns out this was a poison house!" I heard my father say as the word poison had caught my attention. *Insert song, for example, Yann tiersen - La valse des monstres.* The walls were covered in red wallpapers with black accents that cut midway where the dark wooden wall starts, as soon as you enter it, there was a giant hall, there were black and white marbled tiles as floors and there was a huge staircase that leads to the upper rooms, The ceilings were also rich in Renaissance paintings of Gods, Angels, Demons and other worldly creatures surrounded and structured by ivory carvings.
There were also arched doors that goes to the other rooms in the first floor, we had first headed to the massive living room, this is not new to me, I am just describing so that you would know.  It was one of the perks of this family. Father was a good business man, he had consumed in his time, a generous amount of Land, gold and stocks, that we are able to live comfortably. The living room had huge arched windows with beautiful hand made carvings of animals, gargoyle, fairies, wolves and other mystical creatures, even huge ornate statues of mermaids, as well as sumptuous silk green curtains and draperies. There were elegant dark green wallpapers with black Victorian Gothic style patterns that also cuts at the bottom half and it is where the dark wooden wall starts. There was an iron wrought chandelier, That shone brightly in the middle of the room, below it, was a huge dark red carpet and three black huge opulent soft sofas facing each other, Its black was the color similar to a dark night, It also had intricate patterns and dark wood to support it. Near the fireplace was two Blood Red leather Thrones, Its wooden carvings were of course of a vampire and the other one of a Siren. It smelled of old wood, new things and of lavender flowers from the vases.  Father has once again outdone himself.  But what I was excited to see most of all, was my room and the library. It was waiting for me, but I had to sit on the sofa first and bond with the family. Scene 3 The Poison House As we sat in our new living room father started to talk about the Poison House. "I believe that this was what they called the Poison house, in the 1820s a strange housewife lived here, said housewife had a devious habit of poisoning those that surrounded her. The first person she poisoned was her first husband and their children, after that she moved on to poison her father and mother-in-Law, then her father. Afterward, she poisoned her second husband and their children. In the end, she was married to a third husband and they had three children, she tried to poison him twice but survived and as he grew suspicious he took their three children away from her. And even though she had done those Awful, terrible things, she still had suitors because she had a very enviable dowry so people kept coming in hopes that the rumors were false, only to find out, it was, unnervingly true. She was, a horrifying woman indeed."
“In her trials when asked about the incidences, she admitted to what she did; All those horrible terrible things, all while she was giggling and laughing, pleased with what she had done. The people felt fear as they saw her laugh. Some people believe that the devil himself possessed her.” “Although I doubt that. I seriously think he has better things to do.” Father quipped. We snickered. Some people say that the ghost of that strange house wife and/or her victims still roam around the house waiting for its next victim or maybe even revenge." *Thunder and lightning * “What a nice weather” Mother spoke, She was looking out of the window. "Why is it a nice weather mother?" the twins asked. "Because when it rains and there is thunder and lightning, it keeps the family together". Mother happily replied. "That, and we can hug each other!", Then mother attacked the twins in their seat and tickled them to death. As the flames of our new fireplace lit our faces, Lupus and the twins were goggle-eyed, still taken with Fathers story telling. Then the twins both said, "We should find her." Next, they started to move and crawl-walk towards the staircases. “Careful Dearies, We don’t! want to dent, the new wooden staircases.” "Yes, Mum.” The twins eerily replied in unison, all while chuckling. "Well that's very well fine but I should go and take a rest now," Grandpa said. All while muttering “Very busy in the morning, things to blow up
” as he stood up. “Father?!” Our aunt exclaimed. “What?” Grandpa innocently attested, while he looked for an accomplice and blinked at Lupus and me. For a second she was gawking at grandpa then immediately glared at him as if warning him that he shouldn't do whatever it is that he is thinking or planning of doing.
"Oh calm yourself, Philomena! I am very much capable of controlling myself." Grandpa was a world war veteran, he would always tell us of tales when he used to blow up things using his cannon, pulverized and beat the enemies all by himself while his comrades cower and watched in awe of his blazing glory. But he always had a sad look on his face every time the story ended, and then he would smile at us with melancholy and say “Ah those days are gone.” But the truth is, It is far from gone, Grandpa fills his retirement time blowing up things in the backyard, occasionally Time traveling or just general chaos, and once in a while accidentally blowing up our neighbors' houses or making huge fireworks which coincidentally Grandpa, Lupus, the twins and I thoroughly enjoy. The look of shock on their charcoal covered faces when they come out of their houses while they cough and fan away the gray smoke and fumes, as they scream of horror when they see the remains of their house had already been extinguished by the explosion. It is,  irreplaceable. "Our house! Our house is Gone!" They grab their hair like they've completely lost their minds and scream some more. Those looks are priceless. Also, that is the cue that we should hide, next we would laugh so hard that our tummies would hurt. Family bonding time is irreplaceable. Lol.  Oh please! Don't feel sorry for them, they were pesky neighbors “C’mon now Anastasia, we should get to sleep for it’s a brand new morning tomorrow.” He looked at Grandma and beamed. "Yes, Love." Grandma approved. She stopped her sewing and said
 “Good night Dearies.” She beckoned to us and then we smiled. We love our Grandma, she's just so kind to us, how can you not love a fluffy old woman. Lupus and I gave her a big hug. Now you have to understand we are not like this to anyone, we only do this to our grandparents because they are the best. She always gives us the best cookies, brownies, Milk and occasionally she bakes those candies for little children that for some reason went missing on Halloween. Those candies must be Magical. My mother always says "They went to some place special". We don't actually believe her.
What probably happens is that they get eaten. Don't worry, they only eat the bullies, the bad kind; especially the fat cruel ones. I overheard them talking once, that they tasted very sweet but they only eat them on Halloween. So, No worries, Father is the only one who eats humans every day. Back when I didn't understand why, I asked my Father once, why he ate humans.  He warmly replied “To keep my skin warm child, so I could hug you and your brother tight”. Then he held our cheeks and voila! It did make him warm. Father eats everyone. Not just the cruel ones. Its family tradition you have to understand. Don’t worry we have limitations. Not too much as Aunt Philomena had said, else the town people would Hunt us down. "Where are the twins? I would like to say goodnight to them". Grandma asked Grandpa while they are ascending the stairs. "They are upstairs, we will say goodnight to them there". Grandpa held grandma's arm as they walked, A sign of love and a true gentleman. Soon as Grandma and Grandpa went to bed, Mum wanted to do something special and was about to tell us. "Well, what do you think kids?". She put both her hands on her teeny tiny waist. “It’s a great house mum
” But the doorbell rung. “Who could it be? at this hour of the night?”. Mother looked outside curious. “A meal?” father said-asked while father looked at all of us. Lupus and I snickered and laughed. Mom smiled as well. Aunt Philomena looked at us funny. She squinted her eyes and scanned us for a few seconds. We stopped laughing. “Sullivan fetch the door please”. A human rosy-cheeked from the cold, blonde hair and average looking, was completely drenched from the rain, was waiting at the door. "H-hello Mons.." She had a long pause of horror when she saw Sullivan, she blinked to get herself together, then continued, "Monsieur" unsure of what to say, "I am here for the job christening. I mean listing. Job listing" She stammered out of sheer shock.
Sullivan was confused for a few seconds, he was expressionless but was a little pained at how rude the woman is, so he moved his head from side to side  as a sign of disapproval but subsequently continued to lead the stranger to the living room. “Madame this woman  claims she is here for the job listing?” Sullivan inquired. "I don't remember a job listing, did you post a job offer, dear?". Mother asked Father. Father was busy with writing something. "I don't know? I did not.?" “How about you Philomena?” Father inquired. Aunt Philomena was Curious and questioned the stranger nicely, "What job are you here for deary?". “For a maid service Madame”, The stranger responded. “Well you know, we do need some help with the house chores.” Aunt Philomena hilariously asking for approval from everyone. “Well, we have Sullivan for that,” Mother stated. “I mean someone who actually can do chores and cook and clean.” Aunt Philomena insisted. “We don't need that we eat hu...” "HYUMUBERGERS!" Aunt Philomena swiftly responded. She was bug-eyed while quickly stopping father before he could finish his sentence. “I Mean hamburgers. We eat out a lot”. Aunt Philomena explained with relief. Lupus and I smirked, giggled and looked at each other. “Ah, I see, I'm a, very good at Cooking, cleaning washing clothes.” The stranger pleadingly tried to convince us that she was worth the money. “We don't need that we have Ma...” Mother carelessly replied, but before she can finish Aunt Philomena talked over her as well. “Majorly overpriced washing machine!.”
"Yes, we have a big one!" The girl was suddenly puzzled. Aunt Philomena seeing a chance of a normal house and less magic,  since there is an actual human around, explained why there is a need for a help. Eventually, Mother and Father agreed. "Okay since all that is done with". Mother beckoned to Sullivan, "Sullivan?, bring this poor girl in the Maids quarter and provide her a change of clothes. Please. She's very bright." meaning Mother was in horror of how white her clothes were And how pink and supple her skin was. "Yes, Madame," Sullivan answered. As soon as she was gone. Aunt Philomena asked “Please don't eat her. Please. Please! Please! don't eat her.” “Don't worry Philomena, we shan't eat the people living in this house.” Mother befuddled and irritated asked, "Why all of a sudden fancy this human Philomena?" They looked at each other and then there was a pause. Mothers eyes squint at Aunt Philomena then suddenly her eyes widened as she gasped. "Is it because you like her?" Mother excitedly and suspiciously asked. “What?!” Aunt Philomena confused then suddenly knew where this was going. “Is it because you're gay. Philomena. Are you?”. Then she held Philomena's hand and had a dramatic look on her face. “Because if you are, you can always tell your sister.” “No. Heavens No!” Aunt Philomena defended “Not that there is anything wrong with that. But No.” Aunt Philomena's brow furrowed as she was vexed. “Oh.” Mother uttered, Unsatisfied as she sneered at Aunt Philomena. "Great, we can't do anything normal now". I grumbled. I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side to side as a sign of disapproval and walked out to go to my room. “I'll be in my room.”
“Good night children”. Mother and father said. Lupus also walked to his bedroom. Father used to sleep in the morning since he cannot go out during daylight, but ever since the invention of sunblock and a little dust of Mothers magic, he was finally able to go out late afternoon when the sun is not too bright and when the clouds have covered the sky. So he hunts for a few hours at night and goes to bed with Mother after, then wakes in the late afternoon, but he got really sneaky in the previous houses and always chose cloudy areas, I imagined him in Alaska, He would probably be a King there. Now that you think about it, we might have the same kind there. Hmm. What a strange thought.
Scene 4 Morning came. The light from My lancet windows in the attic shone on my face. I forgot to close the curtains last night. My bedroom was huge. It had matte black walls and father had the book cases installed on the wall. At the top, there was an arch and ornate carvings of cherubs and demons, witches, wizards, vampires and mermaids and some ethereal creatures I don't know about. The book shelves had a wine colored background, which tons of my books and potions covered. It was in front of my bed. There were glass like scones as well as wrought iron lamps and a black chandelier to light the room at night. There was a huge white door connecting to my bathroom. A black table and a chair for writing,  a long black sofa and a glass side table with candles, a potion and an Athame. Black and white curtains with Victorian Gothic Style patterns to add some color. My bed was simple. It has a white bed sheet with black blankets, and my old pillows that had a white Betelgeuse and Edward Scissorhands pattern which I love so much, and a matte black wooden foundation to support it. There was a closet on the right and a black chest at the foot of my bed. On the left, there were two lancet windows which explains my high ceiling and in the middle of the wall, there was one huge window with black cushions and pillows. It was covered in elegant black silk curtains. It was nice. It'll probably grow on me but I still hold something dear for my old room. I miss it.
Anyways before I trail off.  The Doorbell Rang. And three very loud knocks from our Vintage Gothic Devil head Door knocker. It was loud. It was a demon holding the knocker on its mouth. By the way, our door was arched and was similar to a fairy door, or a pirates door it's made of wood and well wha' daya' know?, It's black. Well, gray-black to be exact. It was Huge and scary. Which is why it's suspicious if there are neighbors. “Great...” I muttered to my self and then opened the door of my bedroom and I bellowed “nosy neighbors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The two nosy neighbors overheard while looking at the door scope and looked at each other funny and mumbled, "how rude?" Mother was woken from her Beauty rest. “What! What? What is happening?!” She sat up on the bed, still wearing her Eye mask, and was graveled beyond belief. Then Sullivan Opened the door. The Neighbors had their big plastic smiles on but was bewildered as soon as they saw Sullivan. Their eyes grew wide and their faces and smiles became distorted, but they tried very hard to hide the fear. Rude. “How may I help you?”. Sullivan asked. Narrator: Earlier these rotten people were spying through their telescope on the newly moved in family. Matilda: By the way, the narrator and I will try to tell this story together because it's way too long for me. Right narrator? Narrator: Yes, Miss. "Hmm. They look weird." The Rotten Human Old Housewife vented. Her name was Michelle. “Ew. They look dead.” A man named Cornell with brown hair ripped. "Ah yes we, would like to reach out our welcome to the new neighbors." They reached out to give a basket of Cinnabon's with their fake smiles plastered across their faces.
“Nyes. I can see. The masters will receive your kindly greetings. For now, accept our deepest gratitude.” Sullivan nodded his head at them as if to bid goodbye, "Sir. Madame." Then Shut the door at their faces. I laughed while spying through the lancet window. They were not pleased. They looked at each other and grumbled words out of their indignation,  as they left the house with disgust. Whatever, I'm sure they'll be back. Come afternoon I looked at the mirror beside my closet, It was in front of my table and didn't feel like wearing my pigtail hair. I change hair a lot because it was easy for us. But I had a default hair, It was like my mother, It was long black and curly on the ends and had a red ribbon on the top, I use it for formal events, but today I felt like wearing my hair down, straight and with silver white ends.  All I had to do was light a candle, pick up that blue bottle of potion that smelled like cherry blossoms by the way, put a little in my hand, put a cut out of what I want my hair or eyes to look like, like a picture from a magazine, put a little offering like a fruit or a flower then put my hands over the candle, look in the mirror and then say a prayer/a chant/ a spell as you humans say. I don't always have to do that all the time. Potions and Rituals are done only for the first spell of any spell, but once you have done the first spell, It leaves a magical imprint or DNA in your body. Imagine the words floating in light and sinking beneath your skin, then you can call to the spell anytime you want. But of course, If you did the rituals and you had potions, the spell will be more exact, It will last longer. You can also use a wand or a stick to call out a spell. Some people like my mother or any elder beings have collected enough magic in their body that it surrounds them, that spells don't need words, sometimes you just need think, wave your hands and call it in your mind, but again if you do the rituals, the powers that be would understand better. It's like talking to a friend, If you want something, you have to “tell” your friend or sometimes even act it out so that he or she would understand, and if you know each other well enough or for a long time, you need look and you guys already understand. Understand?. You can even call demons, angels, or other worldly beings for a certain spell, but that's for Elder beings. There's Dark and white magic. Usually, there's a school that teaches that. But for us, It was handed down to us, were a bit trouble you see. Deep inside I want to go to that school It be fun to make wizard friends, I always Imagine it, but I just end up meeting assholes, plus I just don't have the personality, I'm not exactly a conversation starter.
*insert song here for ex. Marilyn Manson – Nobodies.* Anyways, I like doing the spells and rituals it's more fun. Plus it makes me remember. "Atua me fefine. Whakarongo ki taku inoi. a kia rite ki runga ake na raro . huringa o kanohi . huringa o te makawe . i roto i tau i pai ai . pera kia waiho . pera kia waiho .”
Touching my eyes and brushing through my hair. And voila! New hair. I came down and everyone was having pretend brunch  in the Dining room. I saw "what was your name again?" I asked her. “Nancy, little miss. You go on and have brunch with your family, I cooked delicious food. You look different?” “I colored my hair last night.” I smiled. Then I saw everyone sitting in the dining room. Father was reading the newspaper while Mother was fidgeting with her makeup. Mother can eat Humans and can still eat Human Food but she is on a diet, as far as I know, she is still partly human. My Grandpas and Grandmas are not human at all. They used to be. They pretended to be. They had their time, and now they just want to be grandparents. They only eat normal food now. Once you stop eating humans the aging process begins, afterwards, eventually death will come, that's what Mother said. You don't have to eat them all the time. Once a year would be fine.
There would also be other alternatives, like spells. But Blood is powerful; It binds us, Fills us, and there is a certain Magic in it because it is where life lies, It is the offering that the Gods accept. Father is definitely not human anymore. He definitely doesn't drink blood once a year, But Mother did use a spell to contain him a bit, you know, to lessen the thirst. Aunt Philomena was eating what seems to be a steak and enjoyed it thoroughly. She is the most human in all of us. A little. Well not really, she just pretends to be. I haven't seen her do something crazy. I'm saying this so you will understand why Lupus and I can still eat cereal, we are still partly human. Lupus was eating cereal while Grandpa and Grandma were eating Grandmas biscuits and milk. Sullivan was the only one who seemed to like the food. We ask him to sit with us since it's boring if it is just us. There are plenty of seats on the table. I sat down, waited for compliments but it never happened. I looked at Nancy. "Why don't you sit down Nancy? Eat with us?" I smirked and everyone looked at me like I was insane, obviously, They were all waiting for her to leave. "Uh, I couldn't possibly miss." “Wow, what year is this? Besides, Why not? Sullivan is sitting with us.” Sullivan was eating a mouthful, eating what was fresh meat concealed in leafy greens. Then everyone looked at Sullivan. “Should I get Up miss?” Sullivan asked me. “No. Your family idiot!” I retorted, my eyes widened and I wanted to burst out of laughter because Sullivan's face was filled with blood like gravy then I looked at Nancy “Sit down Nancy.” Nancy looked at everyone. Waiting. Father was sitting in the master's chair of the dining table while  mother was sitting next to him, and next to Caedmon and Waldron in their baby chairs. Aunt Philomena sat right across mother. "Sit!" I beckoned. Then she sat down with this awkward look on her face. Next to Aunt Philomena.
“There you go.” I smiled deviously. “Lupus, pass me the cereal.” “Here you go.” Lupus cleverly placed some of the cereal in the spoon, bent it with his fore finger and threw it at me like a catapult. Fortunately, I managed to stop the time for a few seconds and placed it down my bowl like it fell there. Time ran again. “Thank you so much!”. I glowered at him menacingly, gritted my teeth and my eyes turned pitch black even the white was gone. He did the same thing and we did this for a few seconds. "Children!" Aunt Philomena said.  "We mustn't fight at the dinner table." Good thing Nancy wasn't looking, she was preoccupied with the food and just looking at it. I noticed she was not eating though. "Go eat Nancy." And she started eating but for some reason, she tried to eat in small portions and gave this horribly fake smile. As the food fell right across her mouth. As I was used to weird, I didn't give much fuss about it and thought she was just also... weird. “Sullivan?” asked father. "Yes, Sir?" Sullivan replied. “What was that Infernal banging earlier?” "It was. How would you say? Nosy Neighbors, Sir." Sullivan reiterated. "Ah, I see".  Father  replied while he was reading the newspaper. “They provided a basket of cookies for us Sir and I informed them you shall be receiving said gifts and expressed our deepest gratitude.” "Really?" Aunt Philomena happily inquired "where are those gifts, Sullivan." "It's in the trash bin." Mother sarcastically expressed, making fun of Aunt Philomena.
"Deidra Morgana Strange.!" Aunt Philomena huffed with her teeth together, she started to fake smile and tilted her head towards Nancy, As if to show mother that someone else was in the Dining table. "Oh hush now. Nancy doesn't care. She won't tell on us. Right, Nancy?" “Of course  Madame. I wouldn't tell a soul.” “See.” Mothers hands opened her palm and pointed to Nancy and Aunt Philomena. To prove her point. “Trust No One.” “I think that's unfair Deidra?” “Morgana, call me Morgana. Philomena how many times must I tell you Deidra is so depressing.” “Those nice people probably just wanted to share those nice cookies with us and you shut them out.” They looked at each other for a long time, and then Mother looked at father, and Father Just smiled at mother, Avoiding their conversation. "Fine. Sullivan bring them some basket of I don't know, something in the kitchen." Mother lamented. “I don't think that's enough. Sullivan if you may excuse me, was very rude to them at your command. We should do something more". "Why not hold a house warming party Madame?" Nancy suggested with her attitude changing from awkward to overjoyed. Aunt Philomena's eyes widened and she was in high spirits. “Why that's a great idea!”. Aunt Philomena definitely is in love with humans. "Fine". Mother said. "Let's prepare for a dinner for said guests". while Mother held smiled sarcastically at Aunt Philomena. "You should all eat my cookies for dessert," Grandma expressed. "Okay Grandma," said Lupus.
So we did. If there is one thing that you would do, It's to follow grandmas advice or orders. It has saved us multiple times. "It's very nice Mother." Father expressed to Grandma. “Thank you”. Grandma Smiled. Change of Scene I will now hand you to the narrator. Coz' I've got things to do, you know and places to be. I'll check back on you from time to time. Okay, go ahead Narrator. "Thanks, Miss." Meanwhile in the neighbors House. Cornell was spying at the new neighbors using his telescope. "What a bunch of awful, repugnant looking creatures.?" "Ugh. I agree they look so weird and unnatural." she was also peaking behind the window blinds. The man moved towards his chair and sat down, their house was average looking with an average sized red chair in front of the fire place, just a few steps opposite the window. "Eh. well, nothing new here Mystik Kyster. There is always something". The woman slightly agreed and said "Still, we need to keep eye on them, looks like a trouble some bunch”. Scene 4 *insert rock song intro here for ex. intro the beautiful people - Marilyn Manson* Meanwhile at the Manor. Evening time. Morgana, Philomena, Grandma, and Nancy were at the living room. Morgana was standing next to the window and looking out, Philomena was sitting down on the sofa and Grandma was sitting on the red chair occasionally looking at the fire place while knitting. "We should prepare for the party now.”  Morgana was about to wave her hand when Philomena grabbed her hand and stopped her. "Nancy," Philomena said, "best to cook something for the guest?".
Nancy's eyes widened with Joy. "With Pleasure!" Nancy fidgeted with her dress and ran off oddly in the kitchen while everyone looked at her leave the room, but before she reached the kitchen door she stopped. "But won't the food spoil ma'am? It's way too early if were to have a party tomorrow.?" "Oh, you're absolutely right!. why don't you go rest early, so you can wake up and prepare early tomorrow morning?." Nancy's eyes glistened, "Your right Madame, your absolutely right." She excitedly replied, as if she was going to drool of excitement. She hurriedly went upstairs and the family heard her close her room shut. Everyone looked at each other because of how weird that was, but also relieved that she left. "I shall be making my cookies”. Grandma stated. "That's very well mother. Thank you so much for your care." and with that Grandma went off to her bedroom. Morgana waved her hand and time seemed to stop. Morgana whispered "Binecuvñntează-ne cu mñncare” *Insert spooky song here for example. Tchaikovsky – Dance of the sugarplum fairy.* Suddenly there was a commotion in the kitchen. The pots and the pans were moving on its own. The ingredients started walking to the pot and the pan and started cooking. The chicken laid on the plate and the bottle of salt and the pepper was dancing in the air to give it flavor, the butter went on top and it flew inside the oven. The flour mixed with the egg and the milk in a bowl, It then floated to pour itself into a pan to continuously cook mountains of pancakes and when it was finished blueberries and strawberries sat on the pancakes and the syrup floated and poured itself over the pancakes. Watermelon and strawberries went inside the blender, while milk and sugar joined them. It covered itself and proceeded to make shakes.  There was food flying everywhere, It was like they were having a congregation about a single purpose, which was, making a banquet. Before you know it, there were cupcakes, pancakes a chocolate fountain and sushi come morning. The decorations where the best part, the paper, scissors, and tapes were having a meeting and they discussed what the theme will be and once they were done they all started moving together to make wonderful hanging decorations they wrapped themselves in the lights on the wall and even on the table.
The candles started to walk in the candelabra in the middle of the dining table, the food also started to line up. Fireflies also started to line up on the ceiling forming tiny light like stars after they were done, Millions of spiders went to our living room to knit white sheer curtains that were finished in just a few minutes. It hung on the ceiling and the walls. The fireflies became little tiny lights,  as their light passed through the curtains.  The decorations were elegant. When everything was done the spiders left and the candles lit up. the sky turned purple and the sun started to rise. Morgana had woken up early to check if everything was in its place. "Dining room check,  juices, food, black balloons, yes everything is here. hah, I'm good!" By this time Nancy went out of her room excitedly to start making preparations but her jaw dropped when she saw the decorations in the hall. Morgana liked to play around. poor soul. She decided to pick on Nancy. "Nancy! you woke very late!. look I have everything done already?" "I'm so sorry Madame? But how..." before Nancy can finish since Morgana didn't want any interrogation, she just told her some of them was delivered. “I'm just kidding Nancy, some of them were just delivered.” "But you know what, I can use a little bit of soup and sauce can you do that please?" Nancy was again ecstatic, “Yes Madam.” Grandma was on her way down to the stairs with a smile and said: "Look I am also done with my cookies?" "Ah, Mother, May the Gods bless you. See Nancy, even mother is already done. Go now, and make haste!" Mother humorously chimed. "Yes, madame!" Nancy worriedly replied.   Morgana looked at everything and whispered "Tibi gratias ago deorum."
Matilda: Spells have different languages. After all, magic comes from everywhere. Did I mention Mother is Half Japanese. Yes, Mother has Asian descent which means Grandma is Japanese and Grandpa is definitely American. That spell wasn't Japanese but the food is. Ooh, that sushi looks good! I'll leave you to the Narrator. Coz' I am gonna eat. *insert rap song here, for example, Bling Bling – Jungle pussy* Nancy crazily stirs the pot and pours a bottle of something white excitedly at the soup. She was bug-eyed and was biting her lips feeling elated. And then she put the vial inside her pocket but out of excitement, instead of getting inside the pocket it fell on the floor. It rolled on the floor, stopping in front of two big feet And gray hands picked it up. Sullivan looked at it for a few seconds, and her eyes widened in horror, " Sullivan, walked towards her , her heart started to beat fast, then he walked past her,  then her heart was beating faster and faster, then Sullivan raised his arms and placed the vial on the shelf. She looked at him mortified. Then Sullivan said, " Best place the seasonings on the shelves so it will not fall." Then she was galvanized, the door that opened and closed made a startling sound. The twins entered the kitchen, they were running around after each other, throwing things that they can find at each other. Then she smiled of relief. “Are you all right Miss?” Caedmon asked. “of course, of course.” Nancy replied. Sullivan now had a condescending look. "Best put the soup now outside, before it gets cold." “Oh yah, yes, I will.” She transferred some of the soup in a smaller pot while looking at the vial on the shelf, waiting for Sullivan to leave, but Sullivan just looked at her, studying her, so she had no choice but to bring the soup outside.”I'm going to bring the soup out now.” Sullivan gave a cheesy smile at her, it was a very scary smile. So she smiled back incredulously. Then shaking her head to forget what she saw. Nancy emerged from the kitchen holding a pot of soup while announcing "Soup is Do...Done."
At first, Nancy was super excited to show off her soup but got astounded, when she saw all the food in the Dining room. It seemed like it doubled while she was cooking. She was still a bit skeptical that it all happened in one night. “Oh! Hey, Just in time, I'm sure the guest will love your soup." Aunt Philomena cheered. Everyone looked at each other including Matilda and Lupus who was already busy eating some of the meals. "Well, best be making some dessert Nancy?." Morgana Said. "Of course Madame."  Nancy was about to go back to leave the room when she asked. "It all happened so quickly. How about all these decorations?". Morgana's eyes widened then flickered for a few seconds, which was a sign that she was growing impatient, so she looked back at Nancy and smiled smugly. Morgana raised her hand just across from Nancy's face and started Hypnotizing her. Morgana's hand opened and closed like she was magnetizing Nancy, while she said "Dormiți și ascultați..." Philomena was out to stop her but Morgana quickly hypnotized Philomena and made her sleep "Somno." Morgana commanded. Philomena was standing and went to sleep and subsequently  Morgana averted her attention back to Nancy. "When you awake, You will not be asking any more silly questions, You will not be noticing anything extraordinary and you will go on with your day as if everything is normal, Until such a time that I release you from this spell. Do you understand Nancy?". Nancy Groggily replied "Yuu uu HHS." Everyone snickered coz' Nancy looked silly when her right eye was half closed. "Very Good.” Morgana ordered. “Both of you.” "Expergisci." Morgana ended the spell. Morgana and Philomena looked at each other and Philomena opened her mouth with disbelief and crossed both her hands over her chest to show  How enraged she was, She sneered at Morgana as she left the room while Nancy followed.
"Now. Time to deliver those invitations." Morgana was looking at Matilda and smiling. The twins joined Lupus and Matilda to eat, Matilda was gobbling up all the Sushi and Lupus was eating the meat and the twins started to devour the pancakes, but even though they ate a lot of food, all the food that they have been eating are magically reappearing. "Oh Mum this is so good, You did a good job!" Lupus said. while the twins Hauntingly said "Good job mum!" Matilda was gobbling sushi when she saw her mother smiling at her. "Oh no!" Matilda's eyes widened and was violently refusing because she knew she was about to be given a task. "No, No, No, No! Noh No Nooooooooooooooo!". Morgana continued to smile. "Sullivan!". "Yes, Madame?" Sullivan suddenly appeared. "Help Matilda deliver the invitation. Make sure she finishes all, of it.” "Why cant you just do it or Lupus, or Sullivan?" Matilda complained. "What? Noh!. I'm a werewolf I'll probably end up eating the invitation." Lupus rebuffed. Matilda was looking at everyone, Outraged. "There are far too many houses, You know how Sullivan is,  let's not forget the fact that if someone sees him they will die of fear. Better he follows you in the shadow." “Hmm” Sullivan reacted. "No offense Sullivan." Morgana reckoned. “Meh”. Sullivan shrugged his shoulder “It may end up in the wrong place. Flying and Teleporting things to places you haven't seen before, takes up a lot of time and is unreliable, those invitations might end up in the wrong place because of how vague it is. Plus you have wings you can do it faster than any of us, You can't expect me or your father to fly, well, we're your parents, you're supposed to do things for us, so do it. Now!, while the sky is purple!”
“Can't you just email everyone? Or send a text message or I don't know.” Matilda Countered. "First I don't know their emails, second it is magically possible but nobody checks their emails and it will be suspicious if I knew all our neighbor's phone numbers, next thing you know it will escalate to a goddamn witch-hunt! Now move your ass!" “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!” Matilda revolted.
Scene 5
Footsteps on the stairs, she opened the latch and saw the dark night sky she walked towards the edge and stood there. There were two gargoyles guarding the roof.
“Mother!”
“start singing...”
Morgana opened the big arched window and the wind blew in the silk curtains, the twins covered their faces from the wind. Sullivan was carrying the invitation in front of the porch while Lupus went out and stared at the window.
Morgana Blew something glittering from her hand like small orbs of light. and it started dancing in the wind as she sang.
Morgana has a siren's voice it was a gift or rather an exchange for something. But that is for another story.
“The hills are silent... sleep my loves... Lullaby and slumber tight...
Say goodnight... For no one will wake you... tonight.
Lullaby... Say goodnight... Sleep tight... Awake tomorrow... At sunrise... Lalala Lalala Lalala Lalala"
A gust of wind carrying dots of glowing glitters spread around town entering houses without permission. Passing through their nose, sticking to their eyes and invading their skin. The glitters were not seen and were not visible to human eyes. Everyone fell asleep, while they were in bed, while they were doing their daily chores while watching TV and while they were eating, some of them slammed their heads on their dishes and even slept on their food.
*insert rock song here, for example, Marilyn Manson sweet dreams*
And with that, Two pairs of black wings spread. It was majestic and dark. It did not magically appear, it appeared slowly like it was always there, hidden behind the dark ink under her skin. Hiding behind her shirt, she jumped in free fall and then spread her wings again to fly really, really high, flying in circles, until she soared above the clouds. She hovered for a few seconds and marveled at the light of the moon and the stars at the night sky. She closed her eyes and savored the moonlight as it touched her skin. Slowly she opened her eyes and she swam through the air, moved upwards the moon and then dived at the clouds below towards the houses. The wind rushing through her face, she was smiling.
Lupus smirked as he saw her move throughout the sky, he wanted to join in the fun and transformed. He started breathing heavily and then knelt, his teeny hands started cracking as the flesh of his hands broke to make way for the enormous wolf hands, hair started to envelop his body and his backbone cracked to form a bigger cage, It ripped his flesh and he became a mixture of dark skin and hair, his ears became pointy and his nose became more pronounced as he started to resemble the face of a wolf, with gray hair on the side of his head, his dark eyes became a luminance of light blue. He growled then the muscles on his body hypertrophied, he ferociously ripped the remaining skin and It showed the wolf's Monstrous Body, Strong and unassailable.  He howled at the moon then ran fast... climbing houses, jumping on the roofs, then running on the street.
Once he had his fun, The big black wolf slowly walked on the streets to check if everyone in their houses was asleep. He paused at one house for a few seconds and snarled but he heard Sullivan saying, "Hmm?" a perplexed Sullivan riding his red scooter was a little bit behind and was silently making his rounds. Lupus interest changed to making fun of Sullivan, so he tilted his head to the side like a puppy then gnarled his face and snarled at Sullivan. Sullivan muddled, uttered "Master?"... The wolf grinned and then bolted as fast as he could towards Sullivan, and Sullivan's eyes widened as Lupus was big and heavy, he thought Lupus was going to crash to his newly polished scooter, so he closed his eyes, hugged his scooter and prepared for the worst, but Lupus ran past him,  he was thrown off a bit, moving in circles and was disoriented for a few seconds because of Lupus's Impact but he opened one of his eyes to check if he was okay or the scooter, and thankfully both him and the scooter were both in one piece, so he cried “Thank goodness and hugged his scooter.” but his face contorted, as he was worried, when he realized he was supposed to guard Matilda and seemed to have lost her and now he had to find Lupus as well. “Master”?! “Master?! Don't get too far?!” He exclaimed, But it was too late since he could not find Lupus. Sullivan just rolled his eyes and continued to check if the invitations were sent and he made sure everything was appropriately placed. Pulling out a note from his shirt and checking a list. She flew past each house; "Invitations, Invitations for everyone!" she was irked while she threw the invitations carelessly, and it fell on the porches and in the yard and the garden, and her mother was exasperated for a few seconds, seeing what was happening from afar, but with a flick of a finger it magically went inside their doors. If you are wondering why she had not done this in the first place,  It's because It had to be in the exact place, like what Morgana explained earlier, they would have to have a visual, and knowledge about a certain place, before you can teleport there or teleport things there, but it also depends on the situation and she was also teaching Matilda a lesson about hard work or some shit. And with her task done Matilda flew home, while Lupus climbed at their house and howled some more, then came Sullivan who was a little bit slower, He checked everything first, silently, and went home. He also stopped at another house, he looked at the doorway for a few seconds and was puzzled, but he heard His Master call him already. “ Sullivan!”. They were still a few blocks far from each other but, they can hear each other. “Coming Sir!”
Scene 6 The Party. Earlier. Someone was looking out the window, when Matilda passed by and another one in another house picked up the envelope. People started arriving at the party, Some of them arrived for the food, some of them arrived just to snoop, some of them are simply there because they are polite, some of them were forced by their families and some of them went there for the simple reason of nit picking only to find out that they, cannot. Some were simply innocently curious about what was inside the weird looking manor. "My, what a big house." looking at the ceiling and amazed by the size of the hall, the woman said to herself. She was a normal average looking woman with brown hair. Philomena was waiting at the door and welcoming the strangers. "Thank you all for coming. Please come in." Philomena points at the directions of the living room which was just across the Dining room. Nancy was also waiting for their bags and was making an awkward bow, every time people would come in and she would give the directions to the Dining room. This woman came with a man, with ashy blonde hair and mustache with an annoying face including what appears to be seventies fashion. A brown parka, checkered polo shirt, and brown pants. He was taking off his parka when he looked at his right and was startled to see who was taking it. "Geezus!" he exclaimed, at the time he saw Sullivan. But Sullivan had zero fucks to give and just motioned for his coat, They were the weird couple that visited earlier. Philomena apologized to the couple. "Our servant Sullivan was not properly briefed and was feeling a little bit ill. “I apologize Madam”, Sullivan said to the couples, then proceeded to hang their coats. The two couple proudly accepted the apology and schooled Philomena about it. One of the families wore an ensemble of mostly pink. Almost all of them had platinum blonde hair, the Mom looked like a Sexy Avon lady, Her skin was glowing, She had two daughters, One was wearing a tight fitting dress, an adolescent with platinum blonde hair with curls at the end  and was busy texting on her smart phone and did not mind what was going on, she fake smiled for a few seconds to look at Philomena and continued with what she was doing. Her younger sister maybe aged about 5, had a bun and was wearing a light tight pink shirt and a pink tutu skirt, with light pink stockings. The father was wearing a very pale pink formal polo shirt folded up to his elbows and white pants and white Gucci shoes. They were the Drummonds. "Geesh," Matilda thought to herself, "I thought we were weird."
The children were observing the guest, They were on the interior balcony at the second floor, the twins were looking at the gap of the wooden railings on the second floor. Lupus was first leaning his hand on the railing then got bored and then sat back on a black sofa, Matilda was leaning her hands on the railings observing her new neighbors. "Will we eat them, Matilda?. Waldron asked while Caedmon giggled, "shh" Matilda sat down with them and motioned them to be quiet. "No, Silly, You'll get a big belly if you eat all of them." Matilda showed a broad dark scary smile at them and they giggled back. The next three families that came were average looking, there were hippie families, skater families, and families that looked like they just came out from a rock concert. The next family was wearing all Green, they were wearing modern clothes. Matilda began to think if there was a dress code and had a confused look on her face. This time the Mom had a long blonde hair, She was wearing a Forest Green dress with gold accents, expensive emerald earrings, and gold jewelry. The father had a long straight blonde hair, he was wearing a viridian green suit jacket, vest, a white formal polo shirt inside, dark moss pants and formal black shoes. He was very well dressed and handsome they were with a teenage boy with long blonde hair who was wearing a light green formal polo shirt, and an elder sister, an adolescent, She had straight brown hair and a sheer flowy green dress and a younger daughter aged six of five as well or maybe four she had a tiny face and a tiny body, with curly blonde hair wearing a nice light green dress with buttons. For some reason, they had pointy ears. They were the Maurelles. The next family was different as well, They mostly wore black. Matilda began to think that they will fit right in this community. Which was really weird since she had never had a thought like this before. The father had silver white hair, which reached up to his lower back, he was wearing a nice suit, his eyes was gray and haunting, he carried a cane with a gold lion at the top.  The Mother was wearing a nice black cocktail dress, the dress had pleats and ends just below her knee, she was very beautiful, she had white silver hair which was styled in a low braid bun, she had nice gold jewelry and gold rings, one of which had a lion in it as well. Maybe it was a family crest Matilda told herself, and there was a Teenage boy, with a twin sister. Maybe they were aged around sixteen. The boy had long white silver hair like his father and was also wearing a nice black suit jacket and a white shirt inside and black shorts that ends just below the knees. The girl was a bit different she had short pastel pink hair with a touch of purple she was wearing a black shirt, with some print on it, she had a leather black jacket, a choker and some washed out gray denim shorts and black army boots. The girl saw Matilda and the twins, And she smiled. They were the Leon's. Matilda wanted to smile but she awkwardly smiled since she didn't know how to properly smile, when the boy saw her sister, the boy proceeded to look as well, he half smiled and proceeded to tell her sister to follow their parents.
After wards there were just normal people who came, business men and women to be exact. Some average nice looking people, People from different race. Everyone proceeded to the living room and The dining room, Then Nancy proceeded to close the doors and mischievously smiled. "What's up with Nancy? She feels hmmm, a little evil, don't you think?” Matilda asked Lupus. "Please, were weird. C'mon this is boring as fuck." "Lupus watch your language the twins are around, plus aren't you like eight? Don't be a little b”. the twins proceeded to say "fuck" Caedmon said then Waldron "fuck" then they laughed”. "look what you did," Matilda said in disbelief. “clean your potty mouth.”! Matilda told the twins. "Please, you cuss all the time, clean your potty mouth!" Then lupus proceeded to grab something from his butt and covered Matilda's face with his hands with what seemed to be a foul smell. Matilda disgusted and tried to clean her face with her hands, got angry real fast "Oh my god! Lupus your dead!" Lupus ran on the wall and crawled at the ceiling while laughing completely pleased with himself. "Come back here Lupus!  Matilda walked on the walls and ran after Lupus, the twins began to crawl on the walls and the ceiling as well. "Neh! Neh Neh Neh! You can't catch me!" before he could finish the sentence, Matilda leaped at him and slammed on the wall. Lupus evaded her quickly and quickly bellowed "whoops! Too slow!" Though the people in the Dining room were drowned with the sound of dialogues and conversations, and was busy eating, some of them there, seem to have heard some muffled noises. "Did you hear that?” one fat man alleged, talking to Philomena. "Uh, No. Maybe just some food cooking, let me just check.” Then proceeded to carefully come out of the dining room. As soon as she got out, she looked at the ceiling and saw what was happening, her jaw dropped because Matilda was choking Lupus upside down, so she proceeded to whisper angrily "Matilda!, get down!"
She got down from the ceiling and there was an impact on the floor.   “You Guys are dead!” Philomena muttered angrily.
Scene 7 Now wee see a shrimp being engulfed by the mouth, a sushi being picked up by a chopstick, a pancake with blue berries being cut in the middle then carefully being stabbed with a fork, then it makes its way to reach its destination, slowly being chewed, and a hot steaming soup, being slurped. Hot steam was coming out of the spoon and it burned a woman's mouth, "Ow! Gadammit!" It was Michelle, people fell silent and stared at her.
She felt vexed, "Well, None of your gadamn bidness! Go on... Eat!" Then The noise of the crowd once again emanated the room, There were People Laughing, drinking wine. Then the twins went inside to grab a few of grandmas cookies, Caedmon putting it in his shirt, and Waldron ravenously eating it. Then when they got enough, they went outside once again. quickly the stars appear in the window. A warm plump hand shaking what seems to be a cold white grayish hand with slightly dark stained fingernails.
We soon zoom out to the Mayor welcoming Mr. Strange, "Mayor John Bankes, In behalf of the town I would like to welcome you."
"Thank you, Mr. Mayor"
"Don't worry I will be sure to support any town agenda." Mr. Strange uttered.
"Ah and don't forget the next town election, I'll be hoping for your support." The Mayor grins mischievously.
Mr. Strange removed the tobacco from his mouth and blew the smoke upwards across the room. "Of course Mayor. Please take this as a token of our gratitude for your presence in the Strange household".
Mr. Strange handed what seemed to be a basket of wine, cigars and a jar of cookies, handed to him by Philomena.
These are some of the finest wines, and cigars anyone can buy, and of course, My mother makes the best cookies."
"My God!, Chateau Margaux 1787, and Mayan Sicars?!. Where did you get these?"
The Mayor asked inquisitively, looking at the wine "I've been trying to get a hand of these for so long".
"Ah, I have connections Mr. Mayor." They both smirked.
"Ah, I hope we can use those connections later". the Mayor happily inquired.
"Of course Mr. Mayor, anything to help the town."
"That's good..." The Mayor replied.
The Mayor was about to continue but his Minion whispered something in his ear. "Well Mr. Strange it's been nice meeting you, but I fear I must go, I have a meeting to attend to."
"Ah, I understand Mr. Mayor." They smiled and shook hands.
Mrs. Strange went around with Philomena meeting the new families “I hope you are having a good time?” She approached the woman in wearing a green dress, and she received a warm smile.
“I am  Elga Maurelle, Nice Meeting you Missus Strange.”
“What a lovely family.” Mrs. Strange replied.
“Ah yes,   This is My husband Alfrigg Maurelle.” Alfrigg gave a warm smile as well. “Nice to meet you Mrs strange” then continued to reach out a handshake. The mother motioned to the children who were sitting and eating at the time in the tables “Come children...This is Mrs. Strange.”
“Nice meeting you Mrs Strange...” the children replied.
“This is my eldest Ella Maurelle, my son Kalen Maurelle and my youngest Nissa Maurelle.” “Lovely to meet you too, I'm sure my kids will get along well with you...” “I hope you enjoy the food.” Mrs. Strange gestured.
“The cookies are yummy...” Nissa said.
“Why thank you, My mom made them. They are special and healthy so eat as much as you can” Mrs. Strange cradled her small face in her hand. And Nissa giggled.
"We are the towns doctor, My husband and I are doctors at the Alston Hospital. If there is any medical help that you need, we well be happy to help you, Mrs. Strange."
“Thank you for the kind offer, Mrs. Maurelle. I'm afraid I cannot offer you anything in return but our hospitality,  you see, our business are mainly Wine, Realty and Mining. Nothing interesting really, so if you need any help with realty my husband would be happy to help you. As well.”
“Sorry But are you not the Owner of Infinity Jewels Inc?” The woman in the pink dress needled.
“Sorry for the interruption, My name is Myrka Drummond. It is a pleasure to meet you.” She came off a bit strong to Mrs. Strange. But Mrs. Strange grinned politely. "Ugh, your Jewels are to die for." Mrs Drummond mentioned.
“Why thank you Mrs Drummond, Just to answer your question. Yes, we are the owners of Infinity Jewels."
“Lots of people are, going crazy about it, some say it brings them Good luck.”
The Strange family also has a Jewelry Business mainly handled By Mrs Strange before, but now she doesn't pay attention to it that much because that's what you hire managers and lawyers and other minions to do. But the Jewels that they sell, is from the Mining business of the family, which is mined from Magical Lands and carved from Meteors, in other words, Enchanted. So it gives certain people. Good luck.
Now we see someone winning the lottery screaming of joy, and another person Getting accepted in a job wearing the jewelry, or wearing a beauty pageant. Etc.,
“Yes, some ores, minerals,meteorites and crystals are believed to hold certain magic or Good luck in them, we gather those gems and make them into jewelry.” Mrs Strange explained to Mrs. Drummond “But I don't think you would need it, You look beautiful on your own Mrs. Drummond.”
"Aw." Mrs Drummond replied acting coyly. "You don't need to say that." Then continued "I know." Mrs Drummond said proudly.
“Yes, your skin is beautiful Mrs. Drummond. Hard to believe you have an adult child.”
“I know right.” Mrs Drummond answered.
“Whats your secret.?” Mrs. Strange inquired. This question seemed to throw Mrs Drummond off a bit.
"uh hum" then  there was a cough "Hello. Mrs. Strange, I am Warren Drummond. I am  Myrka's Husband and Manager. I'm sure you have seen her before, she's an actress."
“Of course, I have, seen some of her films.”  Mrs. Strange replied.
"Ah!" She screamed, "Oh my goodness! You have! Now I feel so shy!" she acted demurely but laughed proudly.
"You mustn't Mrs. Drummond, In fact, My sister watches you all the time."
“Ahhh! Thank you so much for your support!” Mrs. Drummond replied.
Her Eldest daughter looked at her with disgust. “Mom, can you not!”
“Ahahah” Mrs. Drummond laughed at her daughter, while her daughter texted on the phone.
“I'm so sorry, About her, she's just a little hot headed, this is my daughter Durin and my baby girl Orla.”
“Hi! Mrs strange.” Mrs Drummond youngest greeted.
"Hello there love, maybe you can play with my children they are outside, their names are Matilda, Lupus and the baby twins are Caedmon and Waldron."
“Really? Are they nice?” Orla asked.
“Of course. And don't forget to grab a cookie while you're on your way?” "Okay," She replied.
“Oh my god those cookies are to die for.” Mrs. Drummond remarked.
"Thank you, my Mother made them." Mrs. Strange stated.
The man in black suit and white silver hair approached Mr. Strange “Mr. Strange.”
“Ah, Hello sir?” Mr Strange replied.
The man reached out for a handshake, “Yes, I am Gideon Amun Leon. I am a Lawyer. A very good Lawyer Mr Strange.” He hands his card.
"Ah, I see. Amun? Like the King of Kings." Mr Strange queried.
"Aha! You're familiar with History. It's actually King of Gods. We were lucky enough to have a Powerful family name. You're a powerful man Mr. Strange, so I'm guessing you know what they say about places of power." Mr. Leon stated.
"Yes, of course, a place of power attracts powerful people. Positive attracts positive. Your business must be good." Mr Strange affirmed.
"Ah, you believe in superstition as well. Yes. As I've said I'm a very good Lawyer. Not one lost case. Should you need any of my services, feel free to contact me." Mr Leon offered.
“Dear...” A woman touched her Mr Leon's arm, “I apologize for my husband, all he knows is business, the woman smiled at Mr. Strange and proceeded to have a handshake.
“Mr. Strange this is my wife Circe Leon and those at the back are my children, Lucian and Medea Leon.” Mr. Leon gestured to his children.
"Ah, twins... hello. We have twins as well." Mr. Strange waved at them, And they smiled back. “I want you to meet my wife...”
“Morgana...” Mr Strange beckoned to his wife, who at the time was talking to Mrs Drummond.
“Ah, My husband is calling me, Twas nice meeting you all.” and left to go to Mr. Strange.
At the Mayor's car. "Would you look at that, this is one of the most expensive things, one can buy." "Best keep an eye of people like them, George. If you can buy things like these, you can buy anything." The Mayor ordered.
"Of course Mr. Mayor." His Minion wearing a black business suit, blonde hair and sunglasses in the middle of the night replied.
"Can you hand me that jar of cookies" The Mayor grabbed some cookies from the jar. "But sir, aren't you watching your sugar intake." The Servant asked.
"Shut up, George." the Mayor sarcastically replied while he gorged on the cookies. "Oh my god this is good".
The Mayor tried to grab the whole jar from George.
George refusing to let it go. "But Sir".
"But Sir.." the Mayor antagonistically replied
In the end, as they fought for the jar of cookies, the mayor finally won. "Just give it!"
The Mayor had a sweet tooth and had a knack for luxurious things. Good for him.
Then we hear a scream. Back at the mansion, Blood gushes out of a man's mouth, lots of blood.  While a brown haired woman screams her lungs out, She screams some more. The man thinks "This noisy bitch.." and coughs blood on her. The man fell on the floor, And blood continues to ooze from his mouth and spread on the tiles. Thick red blood. She screams some more. Then she felt something in her mouth, she touched her lips with her fingertips and saw what seemed to be blood, she felt a pang of pain in her stomach and fell face flat on the floor. Thank Goodness, she was a noisy bitch. Annoying really. It was Michelle and Cornell Graves.
Matilda: “Oh my goodness, really?” Narrator: “Yes, finally, she was annoying...” Matilda: “Oh my god that blood is going to look so good on the floor.” Narrator: “So good...”
A Gasp from everyone and they all moved away from the victims. Morgana made her way to them. Angry of what had happened.
Mrs. Maurelle asked "What is happening?" she moved towards the people, and checks on them. “Poison. they've been poisoned.”
Then, most of the normal people stomach started to hurl, and some of them fainted and some of them were just confused about what to do.
Then everyone stopped Moving. The blood from Mr Cornell stopped flowing. The curtains seemed floating, the plates that were knocked off was Immobile, and the People who were about to fall was suspended in the air, It was as if time stopped. Mrs Strange made her way to Philomena and waved her hand in front of Philomena's face. She moved.
“Philomena, Call an ambulance, well unfreeze them once the ambulance makes it way here. Just so the blood would stop spilling”. Philomena Quickly made the call.
Scene 8
Sounds of Siren, while red and blue light can be seen in the background. A notepad is being opened and a man in a brown coat can be seen interviewing several people, while several people is being carried on a stretcher and is being loaded into an ambulance.
Lupus and Matilda sat on the porch while Morgana, Philomena stood at the archway, Mr. Strange was waiting for the Detective.
"Mr. and Mrs. Strange, Detective James Alexander. “ He introduced himself. “Has anything like this happened to you before.?" the detective inquired.
"No, this is the first time." replied Mr. Strange.
"Then we would have to invite you in the station for questioning...there was a vial of cyanide found in your kitchen, I believe someone administered it in your soup, since it was next to the soup pot, and we've sent it to the laboratory to have it checked."
"Nancy cooked the soup," Matilda mentioned.
"Whose Nancy?"
"She is our new maid."
"Nancy..hmmm, and you said she was new." Detective Alexander inquired.
Morgana's Eye brow raised in annoyance, "She came a few days ago. looking for a job."
"It seems very coincidental don't you think?" Morgana now looking at Philomena, sardonically. "Nice work, Philomena."
"Why did you say that? " asked the detective.
"Well, Sir I was really Eager to hire her, poor thing  was drenched in the rain," Philomena replied.
"Okay, so you just straight up hired a stranger, as your maid?” The Detective asked sarcastically. Everyone had a blank face as a reaction, so he continued “what does she look like?"
"Probably in her thirties, with plump skin, and blonde hair, green eyes. not too fat, not too thin." Mr Strange replied.
"And Where is she now?" the Detective asked, worried.
"Inside the house," Matilda replied.
Then we can see from the archway, everyone looked inside.
"Dispatch,  code five zero five, assailant might still be in the house. medium built. a woman in her thirties. blonde hair. green eyes."
The detective pulled out his gun and entered the house. He motioned and informed the two officers inside the house, which made them alert so they grabbed their guns and started looking for Nancy.
"That Whore of Beelzebub!" Morgana hissed angrily.
"Don't get stressed, my love." Mr Strange Massaging Morgana's shoulders.
Then Lupus and the twins grinned, Soon after Matilda smiled realizing what was gonna happen. They were like puppies excited for new toys. They all looked at their parents looking for approval.
"I suppose..."
"We can go hunting...." Mr.  Strange Announced.
The children gasped in excitement and Morgana smiled devilishly.
She put her arms over Mr. Strange shoulders. "Ah my love, you always know what to say." then kissed him passionately.
"Ugh what a revolting sight to see. I'm going back to sleep.” Philomena waved her hand in disbelief. "Good luck. Don't get caught."
Matilda and  Lupus eyes blackened, their teeth seemed a little bigger from grinning, they were crouching and seemed hungry.
"Ah, ah, ah, children" Mr Strange imposed.
"Remember what to do first?"
"Always check if someone is looking." the twins replied in a creepy conjunction.
"Good. We hunt at midnight." Mr Strange expression changed, He scowled and looked wicked.
Then we see the full moon and the dark clouds hovering over it.
Scene 8
Into the Woods.
Nancy escaped at the confines of the Dark Forest. It was not a good place to be, the thick fog covered the forest and there were creatures making eerie noises. When she first saw it, she thought it wood be a good hiding place for her car, but now between the dark and the screeching, scampering noises of the creatures at night, she couldn't help but say, "Oh shit... well this was a bad idea.” she looked back then she started to walk and then she heard a sound.
"Coo!" "Coo!" The sound startled her, she was beginning to get nervous, her heart beat fast, her sweat fell across her forehead to her face. The fog thickened and the cold wind trickled upon her spine. As she walked, the twigs and the crusty leaves began crunching under her feet. "Nothing to be afraid of Nancy..." she told herself. She breathed heavily, “was it getting colder?”, “were the trees becoming taller?, “was it getting darker?”,  she thought to herself. "Where is it?" she asked herself.
Her mind was beginning to play tricks with her now. She felt something following her, she felt the vibration of a sound. "Mmmmmm." It played in her head. "Its just in my head.” she nervously mumbled, she began to laugh and clutch her head. "Awoooooooooooooooooooooooo". She heard a wolf howl and then a snuffle from far away. She began to breathe heavily, Its coming towards her... So she ran, she ran as fast as she could, and the thorns and the branches seemed to enclose on her, they seemed like dark hands wanting to grab her.... she started screaming and crying under her breath, and then she tripped, she breathed heavily, she tried to get up, crawled then stopped to catch her breath under a big tree. "uh huh... uhuh ha ha hahaha" she laughed and cried at the same time. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then she heard leaves crunching, she felt drops of water falling on her face, but when she opened her eyes, It was too late. Small hands grabbed her hair, and it was pulling her, it was dragging her body somewhere. She tried to see who it was, but her vision was still a bit blurry from waking up. The hand pulled her hair more, she screamed out of anger more than fear, "aaahhh!" and tried to escape by scuffling her feet on the ground. “Let go of me you bitch!” she tried to break free of the hands that were holding her. But she couldn't. It just whistled happily as it dragged her body across the forest floor. Then she passed by someone, It was Sullivan. He Smiled. Then he saw Lupus, Something changed in him, he looks different, “was his teeth a little bigger?”, “was his eyes a little blacker?”, The thought shortly passed her mind. He was sitting on a tree branch, smiling like a demon at her.  She was taken in the middle of the forest. The thick forest surrounded them, there was a large circle connecting to a sedgy, gangly pathway, and there was what seemed to be a blue Volkswagen being badly hidden in leaves and branches. Then whoever was carrying her, threw her on the ground. Her face hit the floor and her lips kissed the ground, it was as if she ate dirt as it covered her mouth and face. She saw two pairs of feet. She looked up, It was Morgana and behind her was Mr. Strange. Morgana Held  Nancy's face and squeezed her cheeks.
"Where are you going, Nancy?." Morgana drilled. “Maaaam?, I was just going for a walk.” She sat up cleaned her self a bit. She wore a humorless smile and acted innocently. "Did you Poison all those people Nancy?, Did you?" Mr. Strange Picked her up by her neck, and she seemed to gasp for breath. He looked different she thought. “Do you have any idea, the situation you put us in.?” He Scowled and looked Livid, almost evil. Nancy tried to talk, she tried to hold on to Mr. Strange hands for support, "Please Sir. I've no idea what you're saying, Sir." And she bore a mirthless smile, even though she was being strangled and gasping for breath. He let her go and she fell on her butt, on the ground. She sneered and laughed at everyone, “Really this is so funny, you've no evidence. It was me?” She knew that Sullivan was not that smart, and so she lied without remorse because of this. She laughed some more, and then she felt her collar being grabbed and suddenly she was slung and sent flying into a tree. Matilda had thrown her out of irritation. She was disconcerted for a few seconds. Then her eyes widened, these people were strong, why was this? She started thinking. “What are you? You freaks!” Then Matilda and Lupus looked at each other and they laughed, Then Morgana and Mr. Strange laughed, even Sullivan, laughed, It was a strange laugh. Deep and evil. Then suddenly all of them had a low guttural laugh. "What a shame your really evil. We could have been friends. Ah, but you got us in trouble, so." Morgana enthused. “Sullivan, have they left the house?” Morgana referring to the Police. “Yes, Madam I believe so.” "Let's go Home," Morgana Told everyone.
Lupus Jumped from the tree and Sullivan grabbed Nancy's arm. She started laughing again. Then they took a step, then everyone was gone in an instant. Then they reappeared at the Strange Mansion. Morgana Had teleported everyone back home. "Woah, what the fuck is this?, who are you?, what are you, people?! Are you even people?!" Nancy screamed as she panicked, she was discombobulated, from teleporting but she tried to break free from Sullivan's clutches. “Luna di Nychta Nasconderci” Matilda Held what seemed to be a black wand pointing at the moon And a white luminance covered their house and the forest surrounding their house. It was a concealment charm. “Help! Help! Somebody Help Me!!!!!!” She screamed. "Shh...Shhh...Shhhh..." Morgana put her finger near her mouth. "No one can hear you really." “But today is your lucky day!” Morgana motioned to Sullivan and Sullivan threw Nancy on the ground. “Despite your shortcomings, be grateful, you get to be an offering to the Gods. One of the highest honor a human can ever do.” "What?!" her demeanor changed "hahaha" she laughed mocking the family. "You guys are just  a bunch of psychos! Wait till the police hear bout this! Hahaha, you probably poisoned all those people. Hahahahah" she cackled merrily. She wanted to put the blame on the family because they had no proof. For a second she forgot what just happened, and then she remembered, she was transported here in a flash, she got agitated, then suddenly she felt bizarre like she was on drugs, time seemed slow. She grabbed her head. “Enough of this.” Mr. Strange Grabbed Nancy, “Morgana!” Mr. Strange Motioned to his wife. “I was thinking Matilda should do it today. It will be her first time.” “Go on dear...” Morgana suggested. Matilda had a vexed face as if to say, "Wow this is dangerous but okay." “Ah, ah, ah, no excuses,” Morgana demanded.
Matilda knelt in front of the house. Grabbed dirt and raised it high above her head. “Gaia Accept our offering. “deffro ein ty. hamaly soa azy amin'ny fanahy” “amukele umnikelo wethu” “Make her bleed love...” Morgana motioned to Mr. Strange. *insert song here, for example, Static x - Cold* Mr. Strange brought Nancy To Matilda. Matilda covered Nancy's face, her chest, and arms with dirt. Nancy was still fazed. Then Mr. Strange started to look different, He looked malevolent, He tilted Nancy's head, covered her mouth with the palm of his hands, then she started to mumble something out of fear, but it couldn't be heard, He looked up and he already has 2 sharp white fangs but as he opened his mouth, It seemed to grow larger, sharper, It seemed like it can cut through anything. Nancy's eyes widened, she was frantic, she started squirming, but in one giant Swoop, Mr. Strange Sunk his teeth in Nancy's neck, It crunched and she was in pain, she tried to scream, but her cries were muffled, tears start to arise from her eyes, Mr. Strange drank some more, She was convulsing, blood fell from her neck to her clothes, as this happened you can see the blood Entering Mr. Strange, throughout the veins of his face, he opened his eyes, and it was pitch black, even the white was gone, the blood traveled to his neck,  to his hands that were holding nan's neck, and once he felt refreshed,  he licked his lips and his face was covered with blood. The Blood in Nancy's neck was gushing, The family felt hungry, They hissed as the smell of blood emanated the air, their fangs appeared. Mr. Strange thrust Nancy on the floor, forcing her to kneel, she felt weak and dazed. She felt a sudden pang in her neck, “ahhh”,  she grumbled as she touched her neck and her chest, It was then she found out she was covered with blood, her blood. She was flabbergasted, tears start to arise from her eyes, So she screamed a scream so loud, it made the birds and the bats fly away from the trees, but it seemed no matter how loud she screamed and screamed and screamed some more, nobody heard. Just the animals and her. She realized this because she was evil, so instead of just being petrified, she scowled as a deep seething anger came over her, but it wasn't enough to conjure up the energy to escape.
Matilda thrust Nancy's head to bow down to the ground and Nancy held on to the ground for support, her blood began to sprinkle the earth, Her thoughts were hazy now as she lost so much blood, she wanted to fight back but she couldn't, her arms were flailing, She was going to save her energy she thought. She was going to run the fuck out of here she thought, and kill this asshole family. Then the ground began to quake, slowly the ground opened and there was a gaping glowing hole. It was emitting a yellow light as it opened, then it became red and finally when it was as big as a pond, whatever was underneath, was emitting blue light. It released what seemed to be blue light and orbs enveloping the house. Then a yawn from a Monster Like Voice. Nancy hearing this voice was almost out of it, but when she saw the house move, adrenaline began to rush over her and was now aware of what was happening, “You... You.. are not people!” "No. We're not my dear..." Morgana shot back. “Who woke me?” The house spoke through his mouth which was the door. Creating movement around the house some of the stones and bricks fell, creating cracks. “We are your new owners, how did the people in the house, die?” *Inside * Meanwhile, Grandma and Grandpas bed was sliding from left to right while they slept. The windows started to flicker, It seemed to be its eyes. Then it answered. A Low guttural sound came out. “That Woman, Nancy, she put Poison in the soup.” The House now looking at Nancy. “How come we, and the other people didn't get poisoned?” Lupus asked. “Grandmas Cookies are enchanted, whoever devoured it, or chose to eat it was saved.” “Oh!” everyone said in unison. “Is there anything more?” The house asked.
"No" Morgana replied, "Go back to sleep, big House, but stay awake, in case we need you." Nancy laughed, angry and raving "Hahaha, Yes, It was me, those people were pathetic! They needed to di..." Before she could finish her sentence. Morgana punctured through her chest like a knife slicing butter and gutted her heart out, blood spilled from her open chest, Morgana devoured the heart, She closed her eyes and drank the blood from the heart. Blood spurted out of the heart as she bit through it, It splattered on her clothes, and was flowing profusely on her arms, slowly, It covered Morgana's mouth and cheeks. Once her thirst was quenched, she felt euphoria overcame her, It made her look to the moon, She opened her eyes and It was pitch black, she bore her fangs and licked the blood on her lips, as the blood travelled to her face, her neck and her body, she became filled with the blood and her skin became softer, she looked younger, more radiant, refreshed. She tilted her head, and gave the heart to Matilda. Matilda elated, grinned. “Accept this Gaia as thanks for answering our calls.” Matilda dropped the heart in the gaping hole of blue light, It was Gaia. The blue light seemed to pulse like a heart. Blue light seemed to spread through the ground like lightning. Matilda bit through Nancy's wrist and her eyes blackened, the blood spread throughout her body and her hair became longer, her skin softer and her lips was blood red. There were lines of blue that lit up in her body, like tattoos that lit up, in her forehead and her cheeks had dots and lines, as well as her arms and legs, the twins bit through Nancys legs, and Caedmons Skin, pulsed white and blue light that looked like scales on his fore head, cheeks and arms and legs, same with Waldron, But Waldrons light was red. They bit through her legs and Drank her blood. Then Lupus eyes, darkened with hunger, and he transformed into a black wolf. "All yours," Matilda said to her brother, Lupus  ravenously ravaged her innards, and Sullivan ate her brains. We can hear a wolf and zombies subdued eating sounds. Once they were done, Lupus howled. "Accept her body to close this spell." Then Matilda threw the body into the gaping hole. “Gaia Chiudiamo l'incantesimo” The blue light pulsed and emitted orbs. The trees seemed alive as the orbs infiltrate their bodies, the flowers seemed to wake up from sleep, the grass seemed to be greener, but shortly after the wind became stronger, the hole as it closes, released a strong wind that tried to suck everyone inside of it.
Matilda was near the hole so she almost fell, she clawed on the dirt on the ground so she will not fall. She pulled out her wings but she only used it to fight the wind, it was impossible to fly, the whirlpool of wind was too strong.
Lupus was in wolf form and was able to run and claw on the dirt and grab on a tree. Like a monkey.
Mr. Strange was a little bit futher away, but he could move through the speed of sound, so he was able to grab the twins and moved quickly to a far off tree, the twins were also quick and can fly but they were no match for the strength of Gaia. Then he told Caedmon and Waldron to grab hold of the tree, like little insects, the babies did. Mr. Strange trusted Morganas capabilities so he didn't come to their aid but came for Sullivan, He grabbed him quickly to where the twins were.
Morgana's hair grew longer, and moved as if it had its own life, It grabbed hold of Matilda, and some of her other hair grabbed hold of the trees for support, then quicklyshe teleported, to where her family was. They were now all safe.
They looked as the Hole closed. There was a strong wind that wanted to engulf everything, then there was nothing, just silence. The trees didn't seem to be alive anymore and the flowers seemed to go back to sleep.
Lupus walked off and said, "Well next time, lets probably get CCTV." Morning came. Detective Alexander visited The Strange Household. "Mr and Mrs Strange..." The detective's eyes widened, he was a bit shocked, the family looked stranger in the Morning. But he continued, "Uhm we found some file about your maid, thanks to the picture Ms. Philomena provided, and some CCTV we found around town, we saw a file that matched your maid, She was Nancy Doss, She is a serial killer, who was known for poisoning families that she served, and she giggled all while she was poisoning the family according to some survivors, and witness. Really weird. You guys were lucky enough to survive" The family smiled at him, they were on the porch outside.
“I think you weren't able to eat the batch, that she made, unfortunately, we couldn't find her, we suspect she skipped town, but we found some of what we believe are her belongings and a van hidden in the forest. But rest assured, Mr. and Mrs. Strange we will try our best to find her.” “How about the victims?” Philomena asked the detective. "Unfortunately, two ate too much that they died, Michelle and Cornell Graves died." "Most, fortunately survived and was given an antidote. Best if you keep to yourselves for now. Even though it's not your fault, some people might blame you." “Well try to send. Something to the victims.” "Hopefully not food" The detective joked, trying to clear the air. “Goodness, No.” Morgana said. "Well send them some flowers. And an apology note." Philomena said, "I'll take care of Everything." "Thank you, Mr Detective..." Mr. Stranged expressed his thanks through a handshake. “Well, I best be going, Thank you for your time and cooperation...” Before the detective can go, Grandma offered him some cookie. “Do you want some cookie?” "It's not poisoned right?" The detective laughed. Everyone looked at him seriously. “I'll just take some of this.” The detective mused, And left. "Well, what did we learn about today?" Matilda was standing next to the railings of the porch, Lupus and the twins were sitting, Philomena, Mr. and Mrs. strange was standing in the porch Hallway, and Grandma and Grandpa sat in their rocking chairs.
"Never to trust Anyone," Matilda replied. “Did you hear that twins?” Mr. Strange carried them. "They replied, "Yes, Poppa." “Ah I thought, Maybe it would've been more fun if she was possessed.”  Lupus cackled. “We can't have too much fun, Love.” Morgana snickered and told Lupus. “Also don't forget  to Thank your Grandma for saving the day, because of her Yummy cookies.” Mr. Strange reminded. "Oh yah, You saved the day Grandma." Matilda enthused. “Thanks Grandma. We love you.” Everyone hugged and Thanked Grandma. “Quickly, lets go inside.” Then everyone Followed Mr. Strange. Lupus noticed Matilda. “What is it?” Matilda was looking at something. *Insert suspense song like for example Pusicfier – the remedy* It was the Detective. He saw something on the ground. Its was red. He looked up. Looked back at the house. And smiled at Matilda he waved. Matilda miffed, snubbed him and continued to walk inside. The Detective grabbed  something from the ground. He put it inside a small ziplock bag. It was dried red blood sitting on the dirt. We see matilda look back again. As the detective walks away. She was supicious of him. Then She slammed their large door shut. We see the devils knocker. As we zoom out of the house and we see the vast forrest surround it and over the Horizon, you can see the Ocean. *insert ending song for example Aurora – Running with the wolves.*
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P: Rob Sellig 
2:48 am / Thursday morning. Im listening to this new Tsu Surf & Mozzy project, thinking about this kid I grew up around. Ive been reading he passed away, which is such a shame. We grew up playing basketball together at St. Catherines in EK, middle school, high school, alternative high schools, programs together. Troubled youth. I have this specific memory of him from years ago. I believe I wrote about it in my last blog post, about watching somebody get curb stomped. I was a lost kid, me and my friends aimless, drifting from group to group. Ended up spending a lot of late nights in EK wandering the streets. This night specifically, there were about 7 of us. A homie of mine was interested in writing graffiti, and this was before music, so graffiti was basically my identity. So we met up at his house, where my friend had a group of heads over, and they were partying, selling, and just going off. He lived with his parents, which speaks volumes, because at this time in my life, everyones parents gave up...nobody gave a fuck, except mine, but they couldn't control me. One thing leads to another, my boy wanted to go bombing. So we leave his house with our paint, and just take the streets, 5 reckless kids fallowing us on skateboards and bikes. Wasted, loud, rowdy, reckless, but as an outsider, I found a silver lining in their terror....it was a middle finger to the society that never gave them a chance. It was a brotherhood. This specific kid, at this point, was in and out of county, witnessed him fighting over and over in school, and in the streets since day 1. We were walking tall through the backroads in EK....they were spray painting cars...houses...anything. No fucks given. Wasted...they were breaking windows...kicking dents in BMW’s. Playing music off the phone...they were all they got. Another group of kids ended up on the same block....and they went off. A fight broke out....and I have this specific memory of boy ripping his shirt off, passionate, raging with anger, to protect his brotherhood, his street crew, his family. Being around him since I was a little kid, school, ball, mutual friends....I never got to know him deeper than this...but I would always see him and just salute his pride, and his will to stand on his actions, and his will to fucking fight for who and what he loves. Rest In Power fam. A lot of homies reading this from EK who follow my music...yall know who I am talking about. I never got to know this man - but I salute him for how much of HIM HE REALLY WAS. I remember in 2006, I was a freshman in high school, and my cousin ended up in a fight with a senior over a friend who passed away. My cousin was intoxicated during this time, in school, and I ended up beating the dog shit out of this senior as a young kid. These EK boys were the only ones who showed love, who stood tall behind me, making sure I was good, safe, and assuring me I was doing the right thing. Cant let your family go down like that. Rest In Peace man.
Last year, days before Tsu Surfs album Seven 25 dropped, he doubled back and we hit the studio and recorded a song called “Make You Proud”. He dropped the album very shortly after and it went #2 on iTunes in under 24 hours, and I was sure I wasn't going to see that man ever again. A year later, here we are...a day before he drops this joint project with Mozzy...that debuted at #5 on itunes, were dapping up at a film set in Queens, NY to film the music video. A YEAR LATER, this man gave a fuck enough to pull up and bless my career with this video. That meant a lot to me. I specifically remember feeling alone, hopeless, in some of the darkest moments of my life. Just listening to his tape over and over and over....running laps at the track at Mader Dei Highschool. It gave me hope, it motivated me to get over the feelings that were weighing me down. My life was changing, and this eased the pain. Nobody likes the motions of change if it includes losing people you love....losing the ability to do things you love...and going places you love. You have to find new health, new wealth, and new routines. My new found routine was coffee in the morning...spending an hour studying the industry...listening to my podcasts...then immediately running laps listening to his tape. Anything after that was subjective. Nowadays its basketball instead of running laps....but it gave me health. Mentally and physically. I could collect my thoughts. I could hear real stories....being gunned down 5 times and bouncing back...then charting. Here we are. On set....once again with Rob...my brother on the directing tip. My new lovely friend Victoria, who's a beautiful, ambitious, ride or die artist of her own. Robs pops. Mike Oliva, who is a SAVAGE photographer and film maker himself. It was a trip. Over the past year, kids at bars, hardcore shows, normals, civilians, people from all over and the world have been DMing me about simply just a teaser and a photograph of me and Surf in a studio. With Albee Al, Casanova, Cage - its all a specific group of people. Mainly mainstream music consumers...radio listeners...people who are tapped into Instagram and culture. But with Surf - Ive had the pleasure of speaking to people from all walks of life. Old hardcore friends telling me how much his movement has touched their lives...so wild. I was late to his wave...Belv actually told me to tap in and do it, and that's my brother so I made sure I did for the team. We drank hot chocolate and coffee, listened to our favorite music so loud, have such great conversations, got amazing footage that im so proud of, and just overall killed the mission. Nothing makes me more happy. This was a moment for me....because for the first time...im not in silly poppy clothes...im myself...im spitting bars on it...I feel and look like the person who was painting freights in 2007. And that is very important to me. Sometimes you can get swallowed by the wave youre riding...and I am guilty of that. It influenced so much of me...and recently I said look...fuck all this. Fuck everything except for whatever inside me still lingering before back and forth. Because if those passions, those tendencies, those people, are still here and within me...theyve been growing all this time, strong, sticking by me, and that's me. Shitty hoodie. Airmaxes or vans, shitty hat, stupid hair, cutty as fuck, smiling. dirty skateboard kid just trying be great man. I miss my old Mercer Ave skate crew. Its been years. 
Im starting to go through a new awakening where im witnessing the ones around me unfold in such a distasteful manner. Its pretty crazy to spend time with people, face to face, and have dinner, coffee, laughing with each other one on one....and in my head at the same time think...this mother fucker dead ass hates me. Wants to kill me. Wants me to fail. Fucks heavy with EVERYONE who has done wrong to me. Has talked shit behind my back. Has stabbed me in the back. And they are such fucking clowns....they don't know that I know...and they don't even comprehend that im being a bigger person and not addressing shit below me, because I don't have room for shit like that in my life. This is the time where people fuck with you one foot in, for opportunity, to hit a lick, to keep the link, to get to the people you fuck with. It is literally so easy to show love...and yet people close to you just won't. Its an interesting concept. I am fortunate in the sense that I am self made, self built, and already a black sheep. If everybody in my life turned their backs, it wouldn't touch my career. So therefore, I don't have this fuckery nature in my behavior. I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with you. Thats it. Im learning you cannot trust people who fuck with you one foot in....because that means they're prepared to step away at any moment when you're down. They don't got your back. They are around people who drag your name through the mud, and they allow it. AT BEST...since they have one foot in....theyll tap in and say such and such said this....but why didn't you defend me? Why were they okay with these actions with you? Because your friend has their other foot with the opps. Fuck these types of people. Forever. Ive been seeing people put up with this behavior, and I figured id speak on it, because its been on my mind. You don't have to get treated like shit to fit in. Truth is, your friends are probably wack. Your friends probably hate you. Your friends don't want you to do better than them. And no, it doesn't matter how long you've known them. Most relationships stem and grow out of convenience, and lack of change, lack of ambition, lack of dreams and goals. I always thought, its actually very easy to be a good friend when they need you...in moments of tragedy and misery. Because that doesn't shake your foundation, and make you realize you aint shit. It doesn't challenge your framework. Its harder for most people to be a good friend when their friend is celebrating success, because the human nature is to compare, and sometimes that can be a mirror reflection of how you AINT SHIT. Recognize these people and cut this cancer out of your system. Or if you are this person, we all have been at one point, cone to terms with how wack you are and be a good person lmao. I want to see my plumbing friend look me in the eyes and go “im the best plumber in this area and im gunna kill this job and make a living for my family and buy a BMW”, just like I want to see my graphic designer friends believe after their hard work that they're qualified OVER SOMEONE ELSE for their job, to make a great living. Just like I want to see a musician, or rapper, talk his shit and believe in themselves, go platinum, and make a great living and buy a Range. Being around greatness inspires me, never scares me. I love being at the bottom, it amps me up. It gets me going. It gets me off. I love the fight, the grind, the game. Whether its music, or washing windows in the freezing dead of winter for commission to pay for fucking studio time to be where I am right the fuck now boiiiiiii. 
Me and Belv have some crazy shit coming. That is all. Okay bye. 
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