The Ward

Will crawled out, smiling at Jordan. "Back home my friend. How does it feel?" He asked, standing up and making sure the M16A4 was hidden in the trunk. The truth was he and Jordan had grown up together and were childhood friends. "Does your brother still run a gun business?" He asked.

 

Positive Reo skipped out of the van and marveled at the home that loomed in front of them. "Wow," he said, eyes beaming in approval, "Your house is so amazing." He swayed to the left and right and placed his hands behind of his back, "And to answer your question, no, both of those guesses are wrong but in the right ball park, heehee ;-)"

 

They were in LA, he always wanted to be here, now they where, they might be in the bad part as some would say, but he just could not help it."I AM HERE LA!" Bobby said. People looked at him like he was nuts. Jordan laughed at Bobby, but at him, not with him. "So, your family here, they sell guns, what else do they do? Plus are you sure we can trust them? I'm not trying to say anything about your family, but always safe to be sorry." Bobby said.

 

Positive Reo skipped up to the oldest andgrabbed his hands shaking them wildly, "Hello, hello, hello! Our names are Reo, Reo, and Reo, haha!" he chuckled. He ran around them in fast circles. "You all have a wonderful house, I am glad to be welcomed into your home "

 

Bobby was not so happy, this family of his was big and bad, but they would help out. As he went in he saw that it was mostly clean, not all messed up. He went and sat down on a sofa and looked at Zbone. "So, you got a PSP? And where's all your guns at?" Bobby said. He didn't want to seem like a fool so he said something else, but he stopped, he saw Will give him a shut up look. So he stopped."Never mind." He told them.

 

Positive Reo looked at the others as the silence began to set in on him. He placed his hands behind his back and smiled, avoiding the harsh stare of Jordan's brothers. But then his eyes perked up and he spoke, "Oh, if it isn't a problem . . . umm, may I go and wash up, please? I would like to look presentable when I get to walk out in public.

 

Positive Reo stepped up into the upstairs of the home and looked about. The house was truly amazing, a lot better than any of the houses he had ever lived in. But when he saw a portrait of Jordan and his family, he doubled over and his head began to pound again. His memories of his horrible times in his foster parents' home flooded him again and he closed his eyes. When opened them, he had switched to Negative Reo. Reo brushed the hair out of his eyes and cursed loudly.

 

Will smiled. "Jake, Z, how's it been guys? Long time no see." He said, flipping his knife out of habit. He then looked at Jordan. "Man, I need to stretch and get back to my favorite type of work!" He said. He was talking about break ins and being a sniper for the gang. He then asked Jordan. "So you still want me to pick up clothes? I know I need a pair unless my spare stuff is still at your house?" He said.

 

Negative tumbled down the stairs roughly and got up pressing against the wall, breathing heavily and holding his head. He felt as if someone was pressing his head together crushing it. "RAAAAAAAGH AAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" He screamed out and swung his arms about madly, unaware of his surroundings and hitting Will in the face.

 

Bobby jumped up, he didn't want to get hit by this crazy version of Reo. He picked up a lamp and ran at him and slammed it on his head, Reo turned to him, so Bobby picked up a vase and slammed it on his head again, and then punched him on his face, and he kicked him in his face. He picked up another vase and slammed it on his face again. He looked at everybody else, they had guns at the ready and everything else they could grab. Will and Jordan looked at Bobby in surpise," Um....i kinda didn't want to die so, um...i knocked him out. Didn't mean too." Bobby said.

 

Negative Reo slowly pushed himself up and looked at Bobby with angry eyes, "You . . . you . . . . YOU STUPID FUCK!!!" he grabbed him by the collar and was ready to hit him in the face when he noted everyone else had guns aimed at him, ready to blow him to pieces. He let go of Bobby and looked at the floor. It was covered with vase pieces and blood from his head. He kicked Bobby in the leg, making him fall to the floor and grabbed his hair and brought out his knife, leaning his head back. "You made me bleed, so it's only fair," he said angrily. He pulled the knife back and cut Bobby's cheek, leaving a cut that would eventually scar.

 

Bobby moved back, the cut on his face stung badly. He was just happy they all had guns pointed at him. He sat down. "Thanks guys." he told them all. Jordans friends were still very uneasy to see someone as unstable as Reo with three different mind frames. So he could understand. Eager to change the subject, he asked,"Jordan, what are we going to do now?" He asked him, he didn't want to stay in this house much longer.

 

Negative Reo brushed a hair in face out of the way harshly, as if it had done someting to him. He slumoed forward, still breathing heavily. The pain in his head was starting to get unbearable. He stumbled forward and grabbed Jordan by the collar and began to speak, voice pleading. "Listen closely to me, please. I need to have a mood equalizer. This is too much for even me to take. Do you have anything?! A pill?! A DRINK?!"

 

Negative Reo, hands shaking furiously, opened the bottle of medication and tilted it towards his hand. The pills shook and scattered all over the floor. Reo clutched his hands around his head and cried out, "D-DAMN IT!!!" He bared his self-made fang-like teeth and scrambled over the pills with his hands and brought five of them to his mouth and dropped them in his throat, swallowing. His body continued to shake for a few moments before he finally calmed down. He wiped the foam from his mouth and looked over at Jordan. "L-lucky for us, ahem! They've only taken my picture when I'm like thi. My other two 'friends' that share this body have a different 'look' to them, so things should be good. But I should stay here for the most part. As you might have already guessed, I'm like a snowglobe. shake me up and things go all over the place."

 

Bobby had never thought about this but he had always thought they would stay together. So he didn't know what to do. He tried to think, his friend he had was gone, and Dracul was..he didn't even know where he was."Well, i dont know, guess i'll head to Florida, nice and sunny, good place for me." Bobby told them, he had guessed that the police would come for them by now, i mean really they where wanted everywhere by now, and most likely here. They would have all there families and friends houses with surveillance, so maybe they where already coming here."Hey, Jordan, does the police know you knew these people?" he asked, he didn't want the police to bust in any minute, he ran over to the tv, he turned it to the news.

 

Will looked at Jake. "My stuff still here?" He growled. He wanted his guns and his normal clothes back. He had a case under the dresser in the spare room filled to the brim with guns and ammo. He then turned to Z-Bone. "Who took my position as sniper?" He asked, fiddling with his knife again.