Bob
"Scott!?" I called to my brother, he was ignoring me again. Too busy talking with Blair. That's all he ever talks about now...Blair. Blair this Blair that. I'm sick of Blair. Boredly, I sat down on the spongy grass and leaned up against a large boulder.It was getting pretty late out and all he seemed intrested in was rolling around in the grass with her, I hope he gets a huge grass stain.
Suddenly, the sky flickered like the lights on a stormy night before the area turned pitch black. An eerie twirling and churning sound echoed around me, as I searched the darkness for the answer to the noise, but I couldn't see a thing. "Scott!" I screamed, trying to over come the noise but it just got louder and louder...so loud it began to hurt my ears.
Moments later, red, blue, purple and yellow lights flickered before my dark brown eyes, a milk ring circling around the flashing lights. What in the world was that? I nervously ran a hand through my locks, watching the large object hover closer to me. I froze...It was heading right at me.....
A bolt of light shot out from the cicular figure nailing me in the chest. I gasped, the hit knocking the air out of me...What in the world was that thing? and why was it attacking me? I rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand, I was dizzy and my chest ached. Suddenly...everything went black.
Scott
"ELVIS! TELEPHONE!" I heard Dave scream from downstairs. I glanced to Bob who was still sleeping peacefully, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I left for a second to see who was calling me. He had asked me to watch over him and wake him immidetly if he had a dream, He'd be fine. Dreams only happen late at night anyways.
"Come on, Scott!" Clint yelled, "We can't play playstation if one of us is on the phone!" I tossed my guitar onto my bed and slowly began to leave the room. I stopped and glanced back at Bob to see if he was fine or not. Was I going crazy? Of course he was fine...he's just sleeping.
Dave
"Finally!" I yelped, and handed the black phone off to Scott before pratically running back over to the television to finish the game of hockey I had started to play with Clint.
"Oh, hey." I wished Scott would talk quieter. He was interupting my thoughts and how could I beat CT without full attention to the game. "...are you okay?" My eyes shot to Scott who had his back turned to use and his voice dropped its volume. I strained to hear what he was saying...."He did what? Oh my gawd...I'll be right over." What the...."No, no...Don't worry about it. I'll be there soon."
"Scott...Where you going?" I spat as I watched my brother sprint across the living room, "Scott...it's getting late. Where you going?" He suddenly turned to me, a look of despare washed over his face.
"Trust me Dave. I'll be home soon...and I'll explain everything." he was gone, I wanted to chase him down but I felt that if I did he would just yell at me. Clint glanced to me, his face full of confusion and his eyes widen with worry.
"What's happening to our family...?" he whispered, pausing NHL 2000 and burring his face in his hands.
"What do you mean?" I inquired, as I ran a hand through my short dark brown hair. I felt slightly uncomfortable talking to him, there was something wrong...Something seriously was not right.
"Our parents don't come around much anymore....they are always too busy with paperwork and stuff. Scott, he's keeping stuff from us, he's always avoiding the house and if you haven't noticed he's been having an extremely hard time keeping his temper." Clint explained through his hands which still covered over his face.
"Scott's always been that hot tempered., maybe he's actually got a social life now." I replied, trying to make Clint feel a little at ease.
"And Bob..." he started, his voice choking at our brother's name, "Somethings wrong with Bob. He's always sleeping, he hardly eats anymore...always giving me these nasty glares as if I've done something horriable and unspeakable."
"You've done nothing wrong..." I intrupted but he just contiuned on.
"...We're growing apart, we used to be so close." Clint whined, whiping a single tear from his face, "You remember when he used to get a Snicker bar and I had to get the same thing or vise versa. We always did things together...we are twins, we are supposed to be close."
"Maybe..." I began but he had cut me off before I could get my second word in.
"And you...why are we always fighting?" He cried, burring his head into his knees to keep me from seeing him cry, this was tearing him apart.
"Hey, you want me to go rent Ace Ventura, Pet Detective? I know it's your favorite movie and it might make you feel better." he didn't answer me, he just balled in his knees. "I'm going to go rent it...I'll be back real soon..."
Bob
White...everything was a ghostly white. It hurt my eyes...too bright. I glanced around the room, my eyes qwivering...notin but white. Was I dead? "...Scott?" I choked out, my body still aching...I must be alive. If I was dead the pain wouldn't be so great.
"Should we prob him now? Or later?" I gasped, Prob me? What the hell? I glanced around, in time to see two white ghost figures with large black eyes slauntering thowrds me..oh no..this can't be good...
"Why prob this one?" a familiar voice yelled, "Lets just kill this one..." My head snapped to where the voice had come from, my body ached and I was breathing hard....there stood Clint. Gun in hand...
Clint
Why do I have to be the one left home? Bob's asleep...Scott's gone off somewhere and Dave just ditched me. Is it that bad to have to hang out with me! I laughed at myself, where did that come from? It's like I'm getting depressing messages sent to me. "Bob? You awake?" No answer...gawd he's so lazy.
Slowly I made my way into the kitchen, since nobody else was home I'd only have to cook for myself. Did Bob even eat today? No...he didn't. I yanked a bag of chips off the kitchen counter and turdged back towards the living room. My mind was racing...What if Bob has an eating disorder...?