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Pitch Black Nights	By : AdoraAngel Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A good week passed by in the Bryar household, the girls slowly adjusting to their new home and accepting it. It was one of those ridiculously cool days where all you had to wear was a light sweater and the three sisters were forced to be outside for the day – not cooped up inside the house. Alex was sitting on the porch swing, a book in her lap and the wind pushing her blonde hair around. Jenni was on the porch steps, chin in her hand and her elbow pressed against her knee as she looked over the street in front of her.
Nikki finally stumbled out of the house, shutting the door behind her and stomped towards the porch steps, plopping next to her older sister. “What’s your problem?”
“Mum is still bugging me about the supposed incident from last week!” Nikki squeaked, her arms flailing everywhere and looking over at Jenni. “I did not walk in on mum and dad having sex!”
“It’s ok Nikki, I walked in on them once-”
“I did not walk in on them! I swear!” Nikki fought, looking over at Alex who moved her eyes away from the book in her lap. “I think I would have nightmares if I did walk in on mum and dad bumping uglies.”
“Hehe, she says ‘mom’ weird.” A giggly voice said, making all three girls look over at Frank and Gerard, who were casually standing on the front lawn. “Say it again!”
“What? Mum?”
“Tehehe! She says it with an accent!” Frank giggled as he ran over to Nikki and sat by her on the porch step. “Are you from England?”
“No, my mum is. We say mum cause… well that’s how mum taught us to say it,” Nikki explained, smiling at the giggling 14-year-old boy.
“Ignore him, stupid things like that entertain him. He’s like a child on permanent acid,” Gerard said as he rolled his eyes and sat on the porch step in front of Jenni. “Met the Toro family yet?”
“No, just the parents. Ray and Fran I think, don’t remember too well. Why?” Jenni replied, looking over at the house next door. Just as she looked an old station wagon pulled up to the front of the house, two screaming children could be clearly heard. “What in…”
“The McCracken kids. The oldest one, Bert he’s the one driving, is dating Gaby Toro. Gaby is the oldest daughter of Ray, she’s 15… and Bert is 19…”
“You know those two fuck like rabbits,” Frank interjected, smacking a kiss on Nikki’s cheek and giggling at his own comment.
“Wait, he’s a whole four years older than her… does he not know how much trouble he can get it for dating a minor?” Alex asked, looking over at the car to see the greasy looking man getting out and looking over at the Toro house.
“Of course he does, but Bert doesn’t give a shit. Then you have the second oldest, Brittany but they call her Brit, she’s 17 and hates Gaby. Which is fine, Gaby hates her right back, but Brit thinks Gaby is a stupid slut…”
“I wouldn’t put it past her…”
“Shut up Frank! I’m telling the god damn story!” Gerard snapped as he smacked Frank’s knee, the younger boy squeaking. “Anyways! Then you have the two youngest ones, the twins Sam and Sammy, they’re 12. They are nightmares, they’ll wreck your house in five minutes if you don’t keep an eye on them… which Bert doesn’t.”
“So why is he bringing all of his sisters with him to see his girlfriend?” Jenni asked, watching as Gaby Toro ran out of her house and leap into the arms of Bert McCracken.
“Cause they all live with their dad, if you look at Brit her hair is naturally red, then the twins have dark hair and Bert has light brown hair… their dad was a total whore and they all have different mother’s, obviously. So dad is out a lot, either working or hooking up… so Bert takes care of his younger sisters.
“Now for the Toro girls; Gaby and Nessa. Gaby is a total whore, you think her fucking Bert McCracken is bad? Pfft, she’s fucking Mister Pete Wentz as well, just Bert doesn’t know it… yet,” Gerard explained.
“Pete Wentz is the male whore of the school, 18 years old and flunked his senior year last year. He loves the fresh meat, so watch out if I were you guys.” Frank said, playing with Nikki’s hair and looking over at Jenni who was taking a very large interest in the information she was receiving.
“So Gaby Toro is dating Bert McCracken, but cheating on him with a man whore by the name of Pete Wentz?” Alex asked, placing a bookmark into her book and shutting it.
“Yup, lovely little community we have here right?”
“Anyways,” Gerard said as he rolled his eyes. “Gaby has a younger sister, Nessa, she’s 13. A very good girl, she gets good grades and is super picky when it comes to boyfriends. Gaby is the bad Toro and Nessa is the good Toro.”
“Polar opposites… somehow I expected that,” Alex stated as she set her book aside and watched as the McCracken twins ran around the car like wild dogs while Brit climbed on top of the car and sat comfortably on it.
“You’ve lived here long enough to know all these people?” Jenni asked as she looked at Gerard who simply shrugged his shoulders.
“I’ve lived for oh, 19 years so yeah… I’ve lived her long enough.”
“And you are… how old?”
“…19.”
“Oh…”
“Would you two cut that shit out! Get the fucking ball from the back and go play somewhere! And not on the street!” Bert yelled at the twins, who found a rather large stick and decided to poke their older brother with it.
“But it’s fun poking you,” Sam squeaked as she poked Bert in the rear with the stick.
“Yeah, you jump!” Sammy said with a hop and giggled as the stick was poked into Bert again.
“Give me that god damn thing!” Bert hollered as he snatched the stick away, tossing it to the side and pointed to the car. “Go get the ball and play! Don’t wander off too far either, you hear me?”
“Yeah yeah,” Sammy said as she waved off Bert, watching Sam run to the backseat of the car and grab the bright yellow soccer ball from the back.
“Let’s go!” Sam yelped as she dropped the ball and kicked it around.
“You have an hour Bert,” Brit stated as she laid back on top of the car, her hands behind her head and she shut her eyes.
“Bert can take as long as he wants,” Gaby stated, feeling rather superior to Bert’s 17-year-old sister.
“I was talking to my brother, not the whore.”
“Hey, watch it now… take a nap, we’ll leave in a hour.”
“You can’t kick it harder than me Sammy!” Sam yelped as she kicked the ball towards Sammy, who stopped it by stepping on it.
“I bet I can!” Sammy replied, her leg swing back and then forward as her foot hit the ball and it soared over the lawn. The ball rolled off the Toro lawn and towards the Bryar’s backyard.
The twins found no hesitation running off the lawn and into the neighbor’s backyard, while Bert was too busy making out with Gaby to notice them run off. The two stopped short a bit, the fence door slightly open and it moved a little with the wind. “You go get it,” Sammy said as she pushed Sam a little.
“You kicked it! You go get it!” Sam fought back, shoving Sammy back.
“Your older!”
“By one minute!”
“You’re braver!”
“There’s no monster back there!” Sam yelped, looking into the backyard through the semi-opened fence door.
“Then why would Gaby tell us there is?” Sammy questioned, making Sam roll her eyes.
“Cause she’s a whore… how about we go together?” Sam suggested, Sammy nodded and took the other girls hand.
Sam pushed the fence door open, the two walking in together and hands gripping one another tightly. The twins walked into the Bryar’s yard, looking around for the bright yellow soccer ball. “Do ya see it?”
“Not yet Sammy,” Sam mumbled as her eyes scanned around the yard and finally settled on the large oak tree. Sam eye’s widened, gripping Sammy’s hand tighter, which caused Sammy to look over at her sister.
Sammy examined Sam’s face, looking over at the tree and squeaked at the sight. Standing by the tree was a tall man, his dark hair shadowing over his eyes and nose but his mouth was in perfect clear view. A perfect stretched grin was sketched across his face, his head tilted to the side as he apparently looked over at the twins.
Sammy gulped down the air in her mouth, moving back a little and tugged on Sam’s arm. “E-E-Excuse me mister,” Sam managed to get out as she gulped down the own air in her mouth as well. “C-C-Can you help us?”
“Looking… for this?” He said as he moved his foot, revealing the yellow soccer ball and stepping on it slightly. His lips separated, revealing his teeth. A small trail of blood oozed out between the gap of his two bottom front teeth, dripping down his chin and onto the grass.
“Come and get it,” he stated as more blood filled his mouth, spluttering out of his mouth and spraying out onto the grass.
Sammy was the first to scream, running for the fence door and out of the yard. Sam wasn’t too far behind, the two letting out high-pitched screams and running as if their lives depended on it. The Bryar sisters jumped up, watching the two little girls run out from their backyard and towards Bert who rushed over to them as quickly as he could.
“What happened?!” Bert yelled, Sam and Sammy burying their faces into his legs. “What happened?! Sammy, why are you shaking like that?!”
“The man! The man Bert, he was bleeding out of his mouth!” Sammy screamed, tears streaming out of her eyes and down her cheeks.
Bert picked Sammy up, holding her close as Sam clung tightly to Bert’s leg. Bert looked over at the house next door, watching as Bob ran out on the porch and looked over at his daughters.
“Whose screaming like that?” Bob ordered, looking over his daughters and making sure none of them were hurt.
“The neighbors,” Alex replied.
“The kids got in our yard daddy.”
“Hey!” Bert called out, walking over to the house and looked back to make sure all three of his sister’s were going back into the car. “Was anyone in the yard when my sister’s ran in there? They said they saw someone…”
“No… girls?”
“Nope,” all three girls replied to their father and Bert scratched the back of his head.
“What were your sister’s doing in my yard?” Bob asked, making Bert freeze and looked over at him.
“Playing soccer?”
“Hmm,” Bob hummed as he stepped off the porch and made his way to the backyard. He pushed the fence door open, looking around the yard and saw nothing.
No ball, no man or woman was in his yard. He walked over to the large oak tree, pressing his hand against the tree and looked around that area. Bob sighed, shaking his head at the nonsense and started his walk towards the front.
Behind the fence door, as Bob closed it, the yellow ball was sitting there motionless… with a large bloody handprint marked on it. And slowly it rolled towards the gap in backyard porch, and hid under the house.
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