Summary: Monday soon coming to an end. With Reed and Trish now on the other side, they decided to pay Anon a visit.... Naomi decides to take matters into her own hands. She's got a plan. Hope it doesn't backfire. Monday: 9:15 PM It's dark. Way too dark. Naser and I got separated. Someone cut the power, and I'm pretty sure Reed did it. Clutching the super soaker close, I began to make my way towards the staircase. Hope it was just the breaker that was flipped.... I can hear some shuffling coming from around the corner, followed by a scraping sound, like someone was dragging something along the walls. The scraping sound is closer, and closer. Soon, a voice sounds out. "C'mon out, Anon. I helped you out enough timessssss." It's Reed. I soon lean around the corner, and see a silhouette down the hall, red eyes a glow. Immediately, the scraping sound stops. Pretty sure he's grinning, now that I made my presence known. Immediately, I lift up the super soaker to point it at Reed. He begins cackling. "You think that's going to help?" I narrow my eyes soon afterwards. Raptor Jesus, this better be holy water in the tank, Naser.... I soon squeeze the trigger and a stream of water is sent towards the Velociraptor. He just stands there, and for a moment, I thought it wasn't working. Then, I hear this crackling sound, followed by a shriek coming from Reed as he clutches his chest, where the holy water stained his red tank top. Gritting his teeth, he soon hisses. "Not cool, Compadre'....." I raise a brow, and aim again at the Velociraptor. "Reed. Snap out of it." I comment, finger slowly applying pressure. "And.....why would I do that? You should join usssssss, Anon. Fang is on our side, Trish......" Don't remind me. I'm not too keen on the idea of coming out at night, and having to tape construction paper on my windows like those Bloodsuckers: The Hidden larp-ers. "He's in your head, Reed. This isn't you!" I shout, before I send another stream of water. All I get is a loud hiss, and that same crackling sound. It did slow his approach, causing him to clutch at his arm. The darkness doesn't give me any sign of just how badly damaged that extremity was. While he's distracted, I turn back around the hall, and began making my down it, towards the stairs. I can hear footsteps behind me, getting closer and closer. I forget Vampires had heightened strength and speed. Glancing back, Reed's a good six or seven feet behind me. Pointing the super soaker at him, another water stream is sent, and it only slows him down for a moment. I make it to the door leading to the stairwell, quickly closing it behind me, and putting all my bodyweight against it. It's not enough. I managed to stop the bloodthirsty Velociraptor from pushing the door open, but that pushing soon turns into shoulder bashing, then, full on ramming. As I step back from the door, I aim the super soaker towards it. Reeds greeted to a face full of holy water, the stream spraying until all pressure is lost. All I managed to do was chip away some scales on his face. The demonic look on his face never leaving. I really hope Naser is doing better than I am..... Think Anon, think.... I glance over Reed's shoulders, as if someone's behind him. pleaseworkpleasework..... Suddenly, he raises a brow, and glances behind him, only to turn back to hard plastic slapping him across the face. All that did was turn his head to the right, his body not even jolting. Slowly, he turns his head to look at me, and I freeze. Next thing I know, something cold pools up on right side, followed by a warm stinging feeling. He slashed me. Pretty good. I make the mistake of looking at the gash that went through my button up and t shirt, before his foot is sent right into my stomach, sending me down the flight of stairs. That kick knocked the wind right out of me, and I'm pretty sure the back of my head met linoleum. I wasn't seeing stars.... Last thing I remember was the slow foot steps of Reed casually walking down the stairs. I couldn't make out what he was doing, but if I had to guess, he was licking the blood off his claws. ".....O-? I think this'll pay nicely for that math assssssssignment." Those red eyes glowing as he approaches. He gets closer, and closer....But he's not alone? I glance past his shoulders once more. He's not falling for it this time. A pale hand soon grips the side of his head, before forcing him into the wall a few feet away from me. I couldn't make out who it was thanks to the lack of light, but they had wings, and they were feathery..... Reed hisses as he tries to face his aggressor, but they kept coming at him, landing punch after punch, kick after kick. Slowly, I managed to sit myself up against the wall at the end of the first of many flights of stairs. I catch sight of Reed being sent right towards me. I quickly scurry out of the way, huddling up in the corner. Gazing up, I catch sight of the silhouette making their way towards me. Whoever it was, they had the same glowing red eyes. Gently, they crouch down, and a clawed hand gently caresses the wound on my ribcage, before they bring it up to their snout, a tongue gently lapping up the blood. "Sssstay here, Dweeb. I gotta help that Fucked wing retard of a brother....." It was Fang! How did.....how did she find me, how did she know...I shouldn't ask questions, or mumble out loud, because a cold finger presses against my lips. "Ssssssstay." She then stands up, turns around, and hops over the railing of the stairs. I listen for any sort of "thud", but I can't hear it. I take one more look at the incapacitated Velociraptor on the ground near me. He's pretty beat up, tank tops all torn up, scratches on the arm, and I'm pretty sure he's bleeding. The sight and the situation is a little too much for me, as I grow weaker and weaker. Probably was in shock. Last thing I remember was Reed turning his head to face me, as I slumped to the ground, a wicked grin forming before everything went dark. ------------------------------------------------------ "Trish! You gotta fight it!" Naser yells, as he swings a lead pipe towards the Purple Triceratops charging at him. A dent forms in the pipe, but it does little to stop the trigga, as she manages to get get a horn right into the Pterodactyl's thigh, causing him to yelp. Somehow, Naser and Trish managed to make it to the boiler room. Dusty, clutter littered everywhere, pretty sure someone squatted there once or twice from all the bottles and cigarette butts littered about. "You're gonna pay for setting ussss up Naser!" Trish comments, gritting her teeth, the horn above her snout now painted Crimson, a few grey scales littered the blood. Naser narrows his amber colored eyes, as he readies the lead pipe once again. "I told you! I was just making sure you guys had an audience!" The Triceratops was having none if it, and quickly charges at Naser again. The Pterodactyl sidesteps at the last second, locking a foot of hers in a vice with his two feet in an attempt to get her to stumble. The sound of Ivory meeting concrete sounds out, following by a sickening crack. Pretty sure that horn of her's broke, or cracked. Naser wastes no time as he quickly adjusts himself and raises his arms over his head. Two hands grip that lead pipe, and began wailing down on the trigga. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! That piece of lead was straight a few minutes ago. Now, it's damn near bent at a seventy degree angle. Not once did Trish yelp, or cry out in pain. Rage and adrenaline must've gotten the better of her. The Triceratops soon rises from the ground. All that bruising had no effect on her body. Turning her head to stare down the Pterodactyl with those crimson eyes, they soon shift to glance at someone with similar looking eyes over Naser's shoulder. A wicked grin forms on Trish's snout. "Fang! 'Bout time you showed up!" Naser could feel a sickening feeling rise in his chest, as he soon turns around to see his sister standing there, staring him down. "F-Fang?" He manages to mutter, which sounds way more like a whisper at this point. Fang's eyes narrow further, but they aren't staring into Naser's Amber hues. "Back off, Trish." Fang sneers. Trish's face goes from a sadistic grin to a look of confusion. A few more moments, it turns into a glare. "C'mon Fang! He's the reason everyone laughed at us!" She extenders her arms out to emphasize her frustration. Fang grits her teeth. "Trish. I said back off. This is between me and him." Naser bites his lower lip for a moment. His instincts are telling him to bolt, but he did promise his parents he was going to find Fang.... He begins to side step, so his sibling could get a better look at the purple Triceratops. "Oh....Oh! I see! Anon's been getting in your head again, hasn't he? That skinnie piece of shit...." She whispers that last part, almost hissing it out at this point. "He's just using you, Fang! He's just trying to get into your pants!" Fang's eyes narrow and her teeth grit. Naser wanted to interject, but he could tell Fang wasn't having any of it. Fang quickly bolts forward, sending a clawed hand right across Trish's face, causing her to yelp in pain. "You don't know him, Trish. He'd never do that to me...." Trish covers the gash across the left side of her cheek, jaw, and neck, blood, nearly black trickling down and staining her yellow hoodie. "Pfeh! What does he know anyway! Urghh! Why do you even listen to him?!" "Because HE listens to me, Trish. HE doesn't constantly jump in. HE.....HE...." Fang begins to hyperventilate for a moment, as her hands grip the upper portions of her head to cover her ears. She soon bolts forward again, and sends a first right across Trish's face, sending her backwards a few feet, onto her back. Naser gasps for a moment, taking some steps back. Things were going to turn ugly, he's seen this before, back home....The Grey Pterodactyl quickly makes his way out of the boiler room, hovering by the stairs that lead to the first floor. Now, it was just Fang and Trish alone in that room. The Triceratops soon stands. Gritting her teeth, she soon charges towards the Pterodactyl. "RRRRRGHH..." She growls, attempting to ram that cracked horn of hers into Fang's stomach. Fang quickly grabs an empty bottle on the ground and brings it across the left side of Trish's face, where the gash was. Bits of brown colored glass are now embedded into her face. Not intending on letting the Triceratops get another chance, she raises a leg and brings the sole of one of her boot's right into Trish stomach, knocking her onto her back. Fang soon steps onto her stomach, holding the Triceratops down. Trish's hands quickly grip at Fang's kneecap, trying to pry the extremity off. They soon let go, as a familiar lead pipe is brought down a good number of times onto Trish's face, cracking echoing throughout the boiler room. Naser could hear everything, a worried look on his face. He began worrying. About Fang, about Anon. About himself even. Soon, a clanging sound of lead against concrete rings out, and Fang emerges from the boiler room. She immediately shoots Naser a glare. "Is she....?" Fang soon speaks in an annoyed tone. "....She'll be fine in a few hours. Reed too." Naser's brows raised. He completely forgot about Reed going after Anon. "Does that mean Anon is..." Fang soon frowns, nearly forgetting about the human. "....He's upstairs in the stairwell. Reed got a good hit on him. I'll go get him. You should head on back home." Fang orders. Naser soon narrows his eyes. "No way, Fang. I came here because Anon said Trish threatened him. Let me help. Just this once!" He shoots back. Fang sneers, before a flashback runs through her undead mind, of the roof above Volcano High. All those things she said about him. She soon sighs. ".....Fiiiiiine. Head up to his apartment." Naser's hostility soon softens, a hand rubbing the back of his head. "....Got it." He answers, before he began to head up the stairs. Fang soon follows. As Naser turns to head into the hallway where Anon's apartment sat, he quickly turns back to Fang. "...Hey, Fang?" Fang stops in her tracks, and glances down at her brother nearing the top of the staircase. "....What?" "....Nice to finally see you again.." He comments, shooting her a feint smile. Fang just rolls her eyes, and flips Naser the bird, before continuing. Fang quickly returns to the spot, finding Reed still lying on the floor, barely moving. Anon was right where she left him. "....C'mon, dork. Let's get you somewhere safe..." She whispers, before hoisting up the unconscious human, hoisting him over her shoulder before making their way back to his apartment. ------------------------------------------- "Shit, you weren't kidding. Reed fucked him up good." Naser comments, as he looks down at Anon, whom was laying in his bed, Fang sitting next to him. A nearly empty roll of paper towel rests against the bed, and a few handfuls of of bloody paper towel floods the small garbage can near it. Naser managed to stop the bleeding....with some help from Fang, of course. Fang shoots Naser a glare, catching sight of the red spot on his thigh, seeping through the white fabric on his pants. "....What about you?" She asks, pointing. He glances down. "....I'll be fine." Naser comments, downplaying his injury. "Sure. I'll bet you said that after hitting the ground, too." Fang comments, rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms. Naser shoots a glance at the floor, a frown forming on his snout. "Fang I.....don't blame yourself for that fall." He comments, dredging up the past again. Fang begins gritting her teeth, her face contorting into a look of anger. "Fang. I'm serious this time. Don't beat yourself up over it. It happened. I'm still here." Naser comments, crossing his arms as he glances at his sister. "Me and Anon wouldn't be here if you didn't show up." Fang's expression softens, before a small stream of red flows down her eyes, as she began tearing up. Naser tries to look away, mainly because the sight of someone crying blood looked....scary, but he just couldn't. She was his Sister, and he couldn't look away. Reaching for the chair tucked under the desk that housed Anon's computer, he scoots it up close to the bed, and sits on it, resting his arms on the backrest. His amber eyes glance at an unconscious Anon. "......You like him a lot, don't you?" He soon asks, averting eye contact for now. Fang sniffles a few times. "......I think I do, Naser....I think it's more than that." She comments, a cold, dead hand gently resting over the human's forehead. His body heat alone kept that hand from retreating. "He does this mumbling thing. I really think he doesn't realize just how much he does it, what he says. Honestly, it feels so....genuine. Even if what he's saying makes me want to gag sometimes." Naser chuckles lightly. "Tell me about it...." Soon, a vibration is felt in the right pocket of his pants, and he pulls out his phone. It was his mother, Samantha. He quickly swipes a finger across the screen. "Yeah?" He answers. The voice on the other end is quiet, yet a worried tone coats the words. "...Nas, it's getting late. I think you should come home." Naser sighs for a moment, giving Fang a glance. Fang raises an eyebrow for a moment. "...I can't, Mom. I'm with Lu-...Fang. Right now." Naser immediately moves the phone away from his ear as the voice quickly picks up a few octaves, nearly blowing the speaker out. "WHAT?! IS SHE ALRIGHT?! LET ME TALK TO HER NAS!" Naser waits a moment, putting a palm over the phone. "Fang....Mom uhh....wants to talk to you." Fang frowns, glancing down at the floor. "I-If you don't want to, that's al-" Fang quickly speaks up. "Give me the phone." A pale hand soon extends forward. Naser uncovers the phone, and speaks into it. "I'm gonna put it on speaker, Mom." He taps the screen, then places the phone in Fang's palm. "....Mom." Fang soon mutters, lowly. "Lucy! My.....Raptor Jesus! You're alive!" Some shuffling sounds out in the background. "...Far from it, but yeah.....I'm still here." "Where are you?! Do you need me and dad to come and get you? Stay there! We'll be right over!" The elder Pterodactyl comments, a deeper voice mumbles in the background, all that shouting obviously woke him up. "Uhhh, it's fine, Mom. Naser and Anon are here with me." Hesitance began littering her voice. Rip soon began speaking. "....Is that Lucy? Naser found her?!" Naser shoots Fang a look, and holds his hand out for the phone. He knew full well circumstance the two shared that Friday night. Fang gives Naser a nod, before she hands him the phone. "...Yeah, I found her, dad....Well, she found us." "What happened? Are you hurt?" Ripley asks, albeit a little groggy still in the process of waking up. "A little.....Whoever got a hold of Fang got ahold of Reed and Trish. They attacked us, and...." Naser shoots Anon a glance. "..Anon's pretty banged up." "Trish and Reed are.....?" "Yeah, dad. They are." Samantha's voice soon sounds out in the background. "We have to do something! We can't just let those kids stay there..." Ripley soon speaks into the phone. "Do you.....Is....Is Fang alright with us coming over?" Fang's eyes widen, and instantly, she began remembering what she did that Friday night. Naser keeps quiet, as he glances down at the phone. "You have it on speaker, don't you...." Ripley comments, a long sigh is heard. "Lu-Fang? Look.....I know I've been hard on you these last couple of years.....I'm sorry I yelled at you a couple of days ago.....and..all those other times." Fang remains quiet, Naser joined in, not saying a word. "....Don't beat yourself up over it. I just....I just want to see you one last time. If you really don't want to see me ever again.....I understand. But please. One more time. That's all I'll ever ask of you again." A minute of silence, before Fang finally speaks up. "....I'd like that." Ripley couldn't even believe what he just heard. The older Pterodactyl couldn't even speak. Samantha soon spoke. "We'll be right over!" "We'll be here, Mom. Skin Row, south tectonic drive, 4184, apartment number 40." Naser soon comments. "Stay safe, son." Ripley comments, before the call ends. Naser soon pockets the phone, and glances down at Anon, whom was still out pretty cold. "...Naser?" The pale Pterodactyl soon turns her gaze towards her younger sibling. "....It's nice to finally see you, too." a small smile forms on Naser's snout. ------------------------------------------- Monday: 11:30 PM "He'll be fine. That gash is definitely going to bruise, maybe even scar. But I've cleaned it up as best I could." Ripley comments, through the sound of running water coming from the sink in a room over. The running water soon comes to a halt, and the older Pterodactyl steps into the bedroom, a rag drying off his clawed hands. Fang and Samantha were sitting on the opposite end of the bed, the Matriarch holding onto her daughter as if she hasn't seen her in years. Naser remained by the front door, leaning against it, arms crossed. Reunited, but under a bitter circumstance. Anon made good on his promise, and to a degree, Naser did, too. "Lucy.....when will you return home?" Samantha asks. Teeth grit in agitation, shortly before a defeated sigh. Before Fang was about to answer, Naser soon chimes in. "...I don't think that's a good idea, Mom." Samantha soon shoots Naser a glare. Ripley soon comments, catching that look. "...He's got a point. If Reed did that to Anon, I couldn't imagine what Trish, or....whatever bit Lu-...Fang could do." Ripley was clearly trying to lighten up on Fang. Almost even got her name right. Fang soon mutters after a few moments of silence. "....He plays with his food.....you don't want to know what he can do." Almost a whisper. Naser seemed to be the one most phased by that wording. "....What's his name?" He soon asks. "Grimald." Fang answers. Those words weighed Fang's conscious down a little heavier than usual. After all, Naomi was last seen with that.....thing, and she did hear the shriek before leaving. A feint humming sound echoes in the somber apartment. Naser pulls out his phone, it's a text from Naomi. "We need to talk." Fang's gaze turns to Naser as begins tapping on the screen. "....Don't reply." She orders. Naser's eyes shoot up from the screen to Fang. "....It's Naomi." The Pale Pterodactyl soon interjects. "I'm serious. Don't answer that, Naser." Naser soon raises a brow. "...He....He got to her." Samantha soon gasps, Ripley's eyes narrow. Naser had a look of horror on his face. "Whatever you three do. Do not invite her in. Don't invite me in, either." Naser looks back down at the screen, before he backs out of the message, and pockets the device. "....What're we supposed to do, then?" "I can't enter without an invitation. Anon...he invited me in before, that's why I'm here." Samantha soon chimes in. "...Lucy, we can protect you, we.." Fang soon cuts her mother off. "....You can't protect yourselves when he's nearby. He's....he's in my head. He tells me things....He..." She soon closes her eyes, and pulls the Matriarch into an embrace. Ripley glances at Naser, and gives him a nod. "....Any suggestions?" The Grey Pterodactyl scratches the back of his neck idly. "I'm not sure....I could get some more Holy water from Rosa, but we'll ne-" His voice cuts off when he sees Anon beginning to move for a moment. The human's eyes soon open, and he leans forward, catching sight of Samantha, followed by Ripley. "....Family reunion?" Anon soon asks, moving to sit up. Samantha shoots the human a glance, smiling. Ripley soon speaks up. "Took quite a hit there, kid. How're you feeling?" He asks. "Like shit. Bad dream." He turns a little, feeling the gash on his ribs throb lightly, some of the dried, clotted blood cracking lightly. Anon looks towards the lock, nearly midnight. He soon sighs. ".....And I gotta head to school tomorrow, too...." Ripley snirks lightly. "...Is that really a good idea, Anon?" Naser soon chimes in. "...Yeah, maybe you should get some rest." Anon lays back down, a hand gently rubbing against his forehead, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose. ".....I kinda have to go. Spears told me Mr. Carldewskii could help." Naser soon raises a brow. "The math teacher? What's he going to do?" Naser asks. "Hopefully teach me how to ark a stake." Anon comments, sarcastically. Naser soon huffs, then turns to Ripley, then Samantha. "....I'm going to school tomorrow, then. If Anon's going, I'm going." Samantha shoots Naser a worried look. "Nas....Are you sure?" Fang soon shoots Naser a look. "...He can hold his own, Mom. He kept Trish away for a bit." A smug grin forms on Naser's snout for a moment. The Pale Pterodactyl then looks down at Anon. "....I don't suppose I could crash here again?" Ripley soon has this indifferent look on his face, but clearly, she's done this before. He wasn't really about to argue, either, since, the gash on his face was still present. Anon gives a thumbs up, before turning his head to Ripley. "....Only if pops is alright with it." Ripley bites his lower lip, before sighing. ".....A-ok....Need us to bring you anything, Fang?" Ripley soon glances at his daughter. ".....Bring one of my Guitars later on." Naser followed by Anon soon grin lightly. Ripley nods. "Let's go, dear." Samantha tightens her grip on Fang for a few more moments, before letting go, standing up from the bed. "....You comin' along too, Naser?" The grey Pterodactyl soon nods. "Yeah, I'll follow you two." "Anon. Get some rest......and keep my daughter safe." Theres this serious undertone in Rip's voice. Clearly, he wasn't messing around while saying that. Anon gives the older Pterodactyl a thumbs up, and soon, the parents leave. Naser decided to stay for a few moments, before he too began to head for the door. He stops just before he leaves. "...Fang?....Try not to bite Anon anymore." With that said, he soon closes the door behind him. Fang simply snirks, before she glances back down at Anon. She soon shifts to lay back down next to the human. "No promises, Dweeb. Buuuuuuut, I can seal up those cuts a little better than Dad." She turns her head to shoot him a devious glare, eyes glowing. Anon swallows lightly. "....I don't like where this is going." "Relaxxxxxxxx." That snake like lisp causing his skin to crawl. Every ounce of fear soon dissipates, as he soon feels Fang's cold lips join his warm lips in a soft kiss. It didn't take long before the first period of tonsil hockey begins. Even if she was.....dead, it felt...right. All throughout the night, the sounds of lips smacking, followed by soft giggles echo throughout the apartment..... [NOTES] Here's chapter 4 (Six if you discount the fact Monday, Bloody Monday is three parts.) Expect a little help from a member of staff later on. But even he's got some problems Anon might be able to help with....