Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slumber Party! ❯ Saturday Morning Cartoons ( Chapter 10 )

"Shh! Stay with me!" Doug whispered to his two friends, who were directly behind him, keeping to the shadows, or at least, the less lit areas as it was becoming lighter and lighter as morning continued to decend. They were on the side of the house, Eddie held a gun in one hand, a gift from his old man before he'd passed away a few years ago. He held it up like he'd seen cops do on those television programs he was so fond of. If he didn't like kicking peoples asses and just plain violence on his part so much, Eddie might have gone into the academy.

"Are you sure this is her house?" Carl asked, behind Eddie, he didn't want to accidently get shot, he knew his friend was a bit loose with the trigger.

"Yeah, positive." Doug said, "That's what her i.d. card said anyway and it's a new card too."

"So, what are we gonna do?" Carl asked, "Just grab her and run?"

"Naw, man." Eddie laughed, a sound like nails rubbing together, Carl winced, "That's too easy. Doug here's feeling vengeful, ain't ya? Gonna make her pay, huh, Dougy?"

Doug did not answer, he could hear the television on inside the house as they came up to the back door, cartoons from the sound of it. He paused, holding one hand up to silence his friends, who were both prone to fall into loud laughter and talk. He listened and heard a child's voice, muffled, followed by a woman's. He did not hear a man's voice nor had he seen a car in the driveway. He thought maybe the husband, if there was one, had left for work all ready.

That was just fine with him. He smiled and motioned for Eddie to break the window. Eddie raised the weapon and used it to smash the glass in. He didn't even flinch when the glass cut into his hand, smearing his blood along the jagged edges of the broken window.

He reached through and unlocked the door, shoving it open for his friends. They paused for a moment in the kitchen, getting their bearings. Doug, their unofficial leader, raised an eyebrow and motioned for them to follow him with a slight incline of his head. "Wait!" He whispered, "We should split up. Be easier to take care of things."

"Good idea." Carl nodded, "Anything goes?"

Eddie grinned, one of his teeth was rotten and black, it looked like a small hole in his smile, Doug could all ready heard his brain working overtime thinking about the chaos he was about to cause. It was almost like a drug to him, Doug thought, Eddie's not hooked on crack or pcp but on hurting others. The more the hurt, the higher Eddie seemed to get. It was a bit disturbing to say the least. But Eddie did come in handy during certain situations…

Carl found Mrs. Lawson in the bedroom making her and her husband's bed. He watched her from the hallway just outside the door for a moment, taking in her slender form, rounded in just the right areas. Her golden hair was cut short to her shoulders and bouced when she walked. He watched her ass move as she bent down to tuck a corner of the sheet under the mattress.

Suddenly, a scream. Shrill and childlike. Carl groaned as he realized one of them had came upon the kids.

"Mommy!"

Mrs. Lawson jerked upright, gasping, she spun around; "April?!"

She screamed when she saw Doug lounging against the doorjam, "Hiya Mrs. Lawson. Nice day we're having, ain't it?" He bowed mockingly towards her as she backed away, looking around desperatly for a weapon, any kind of weapon. "What's the matter? Can't you be polite and say hello to your company? After me and my friends walked all the way over here to pay you and you're a visit…really! What can the world be coming to?"

He made a tsking sound with his tongue and lunged at the woman without warning, catching her around the waist, shoving her down to the floor. He heard a loud thudding sound and realized that she'd hit her head on the hardwood floor. She cried out and he put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Her blue eyes, wide with fear, stared up at him above his hand, pleading with him in silence to let her go…not to hurt her.

"Are you going to be quiet now, Mrs. Lawson?" He asked, speaking to like she was a little girl or a retard, "Nod your head for yes, Mrs. Lawson."

Of course she nodded. He knew she would. No one liked to be forcefully silenced. It was humilating. He removed his hand. She started to beg. He sighed, he knew she'd do that as well. It was so annoying when they begged.

"P-please! Don't hurt my children! D-do anything…take anything you want…j-just don't hurt my children! Please!"

"I really hate doing this," He said, before he hit her with a open fist across the face. She went down swiftly. She looked up, holding her hand over her cheek, which was red from his hand. "I hate when people waste my time…"

In the living room Carl and Eddie had met up, after discovering the only other people in the house besides Tori's mother were her younger brother and sister. They faced the two children. A girl who looked like a minature version of the girl they'd been about to have fun with the night before and a small, tow-headed boy who held onto the girl's hand and stood a bit behind her.

She had one arm protectively around the little boy's shoulders and backed up until the back of her thigh touched the television set. She screamed again for her mother, but there was no answer. Her heart pounded in her chest and she didn't know what to do.

"Shh!" Eddie said, pointing the gun at them, "Shut up, girl! If you know what's good for you, you and your little brother will be quiet!"

"Eddie!" Carl said, glancing at his friend, "Put the gun away. They're just a couple of kids…"

"She needs to shut that screaming up!" He yelled, his gun hand shaking, "She needs to shut it before I shut it for her!"

"Eddie! Knock it off, man!" Carl said, "I mean it. Your scaring me!"

"Screw you!" Eddie said, as the girl continued to scream in fear. The sound was really starting to get to him, Eddie waved the gun in the air, screaming above the girl's voice for her to shut the hell up. "Your giving me a splitting headach! Shut up!"

She did not. The boy started crying, adding his wails to his sister's screams. Eddie had had enough. Watching in horror, Carl couldn't believe what he was seeing. Without warning Eddie steadied his hand and pointed the gun at the girl's head. From such a short distance the shot would be easy as pie to make, Carl knew.

He grabbed Eddie's arm, jerking him away, "What the hell are you doing, man? They're just kids!"

"Fuck off!" Eddie yelled, shoving Carl backwards so hard the other man fell against a bookshelf and books rained down on his head. He heard the sharp crack of the gun as it went off. He looked up from where he'd fallen to see Eddie standing over the little girl, who had fallen on top of her brother, as if she had wanted to shield him from the madman's gun.

"Oh my god…oh my god…oh my god…" Carl said over and over, staring at the blood beginning to pool and sink into the pale carpeted floor beneath the girl's body. The boy had scrambled out from under his sister and looked at her in shock, as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. Eddie raised his hand again and aimed at the boy. Carl shouted something…it might have been a protest, but Eddie didn't hear him. Bits of bone, blood and brain splattered the wall and dripped down over Bugs Bunny's happy, carrot-eating face on the screen of the television as the boy fell across his sister's body, dead before he'd even fallen.

Carl looked at Eddie in disbelief. He'd known his friend was unstable. He's had no idea just how bad. He'd never thought it would come to this. They were just kids, for God's sake! Just kids!

"They were just kids, Eddie…" He said in a whisper, his heart beating like a rabbits, "My God, man…what were you thinking?"

"She woudn't shut up!" He yelled, realizing what he'd just done, "She wouldn't shut up, Carl! I had to do it! I had to! And the boy would tell! He would tell! I couldn't let him tell on me, I had to do it, Carl! I had to! I had to!" He dropped the gun and it landed with a muffled clunk on the carpeted floor before he crumpled to the ground, shaking. He'd never killed anyone before.

Carl held his friend as he shook and sobbed, not knowing what to do. He had no idea that it would go down like this when he'd agreed to go on this little escapade. He'd not signed up for any killing. That was for damned sure. Besides, the girl they'd come to find hadn't even been here. How could they be sure, even now, that this was even the right house?

"The woman wouldn't co-operate." Doug said, entering the room behind them, "He was ajusting his pants and had fresh scratched across the sides of his face. "I accidently bashed her head a bit to hard into the headboard of her bed. Poor thing, went down like a bag of…holy…! Doug! Eddie! I hear the gun go off but I just thought…"

"What?" Carl asked, "That they were waring shots?"

Doug shook his head, "Oh, shit, man…shit…We gotta get out of here…We gotta go, man…!"

"Calm the fuck down!" Carl yelled, and slapped Eddie, who's started to cry, "We can handle this. Just…just calm down…Let me think! Fuck!"

"I can't go to jail, Carl!" Eddie yelled, tears streaming down his face, "You know what they do to guys like me in jail! You know what they do?!"

Guys who murder kids, Eddie meant. They didn't fair so well in the prision system. Carl almost felt sorry for his friend. If he hadn't glanced at the small, broken bodies of the two innocent kids who didn't deserve to be shot and killed in cold blood while still in their pajamas on a Saturday morning when all they cared about was which cartoon was gonna be on next, he might have actually felt sorry for his friend.

"We'll burn the house down." Carl said suddenly, "And start with the bodies so that…so that…" He faltered, he didn't know why he wanted to start with the bodies, it just seemed to make a kind of insane sense to him. "Like a funeral pyre." He finished lamely.

"I'll go look for something to use in the garage." Doug said, "Gas or something…"

Meanwhile…

She sat in a small room above the main battle area, out of harm's way, yet still able to see everything going on through the unbreakable glass of the window she was peering through. She could hear everything through two-way speakers situated on the walls and watched with interest as the two fighters continued with their training.

Piccolo looked to be having the upper hand, it seemd to her. She watched as they threw fiery blasts at each other that shook the walls and make her stomach lurch and her palms sweaty.

Suddenly, without warning, images from a nightmare she'd thought left behind in the darkness of the previous night flashed behind her mind's eye and a stabbing pain erupted behind her eyes. She screamed and fell to the floor, holding her hands over her head, still seeing those awful images…they would not leave her! And the pain was blinding her.

She heard the door open and felt hands on her shoulders, shaking her gently; "Tori! What's wrong? We heard you scream…"

She looked up through her splayed fingers at Piccolo's green face, his eyes wide with worry, still shaking her. Tears fell from her eyes and he was shocked at their color. Red. Blood was seeping from the corners of her eyes and out one nostril of her nose. She said in a shaking voice; "They won't go away…They won't go away…"

"What won't?" Vegeta asked from behind Piccolo, "What's she talking about? What's the matter with her?" He sounded more annoyed than concerned, though there was a hint of worry in his voice.

"They're dead." She said, "They're dead…No….no…no..no….!" She went on, shaking, on and on until it became a chant. She saw nothing but her own inner demons, the knives stabbing, stabbing, stabbing behind her eyes, the pain becoming almost second nature…she sobbed as visions of her mother and siblings, fallen and bloody, in a small pile, burning like so much trash played in all it's stark detail behind her eyes.

"What is she talking about?" Vegeta asked, "Who's dead? She's not making any sense!"

"I don't know!" Piccolo snapped, "Tori! Stop it! Calm down and talk to us! Tori!"

"She can't hear you." Vegeta said as Tori became strangly silent. She stared ahead but seemed blind, she did not respond to questions either. "She's gone into shock…"