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Adventures in suburbia	By : LittleMissDisaster Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of HIM. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Adventures in suburbia
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- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-THE END!!!
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Charlie hissed in pain as Jason went over a particularly sore spot with his tattoo gun. She could have sworn he’d gone over that same area on her shoulder at least a hundred times. It was becoming an exorcise of will not to snatch her arm away and slap him.
But Jason was just doing his job. He’d been her tattoo artist for going on six years and they both knew she got a little bitchy at the end.
Her phone rang in her pocket and she pulled it out as Jason paused to get more ink, “Hello?”
“Hey, what’s up?” Sari voice sounded worried.
“Noting much. Just getting some new ink.” She hissed again as the needles started going in again, “What’s going on?”
“Um, do you think you could come over and watch Dylan when you get done over there?”
“Sure. How come?” she grimaced in pain.
“Quit being such a pussy.” Jason teased.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Because I have to go meet Mike about the adoption papers.”
“He’s finally going to do it?” he’d been fighting them for the last six months about it.
“That’s what he says.”
“Alright. It’ll be about an hour I think.” She looked to Jason, who nodded, “Yeah. About an hour.”
“Alright. See you when you get here.”

Ville did not want her to go alone. And he would have gone with her, but he had a meeting with the record company to go to.
He didn’t trust Mike. Over the past few months he’d been calling more and more, alternately sweet and cajoling and nuts and threatening. He did not want anything to happen to Sari.
“I don’t want you to go by yourself.” He said.
“I don’t want to go alone, but if I don’t he’ll never sign the papers and I will have just wasted the trip.” She sighed. They had been arguing this point in circles for the better part of an hour.
Ville sighed and pulled her to him to sit in his lap, “Alright my love. Just promise you’ll be careful?”
“I will.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

She hadn’t gotten home by the time Ville got back from his meeting. Charlie and Dylan were playing Mortal Kombat, sitting way to close to the TV.
He pulled Dylan back from the screen and dragged Charlie back as well, “If you sit that close you’re going to go blind.” He admonished them both, amused when they both hung their heads and mumbled excuses.
Charlie let out a cry when Dylan performed a fatality on her, “You cheated!”
“Did not! You just suck!” Dylan stuck out her tongue.
“I do not. I’m just getting old.” Charlie mumbled as she stood up.
“If you’re old, what does that make me?” Ville asked with mock hurt.
“You’re not old Daddy.” Dylan ran up and hugged him, “Rock stars never get old.”
“Tell that to Mick Jagger.” Charlie said, gathering her things.
“Sari hasn’t called you yet, has she?” Ville asked when Dylan ran out of the room.
“No.” Charlie shook her head, “I wouldn’t worry. Time stops around Mike. She’ll call when she notices how late it is.”
“Alright.” He didn’t like not hearing from her, but he didn’t want to call and sound paranoid, “Thank you for watching Dylan.”
She grinned, “My pleasure. See you later.”

Charlie looked blearily at her phone when it rang and noticed she had been playing Silent Hill for three hours. The display had Sari’s number, so she popped it open, “Done finally?”
“Charlie, its Mike.”
She paused the game and dropped the controller, “What?”
“Sari left her phone with me, so I can’t call her to come back. Can you come and get it?”
She sighed and considered for a second, “Alright. Where are you?”

“I’m over at Wal-Mart.” Mike said, looking around the parking lot, never empty, but especially not at ten o’clock at night.
“Alright, I’ll call the phone when I get there.” He heard her sigh and knew she didn’t want to have to deal with him.
“Ok.” Soon enough, she’d never have to deal with him again, he laughed. If anyone could have heard it, they would have called the cops.
Sari had not left her phone. Mike had lifted it from her purse in an attempt to get her to come back. But when he’s checked to see who she’d been calling, he came upon a lot of calls to Charlie. Then he’d formed a plan to eliminate Charlie forever. So he called her and arranged for her to meet him.
It was no accident that he had parked in the shadow of one of the omnipresent campers that was parked in the far off lot. The corner of the lot reserved for the mobile home RVs was dark and the RV hid them from the security cameras.
Ten minutes later, the phone rang, “Hello?”
“Where are you?” Charlie asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance at being forced to see him again.
“Behind the big green RV in the back corner.” He saw her truck and flashed his lights at her.
She hung up and pulled up along side of him, getting out of her truck when it become obvious he wasn’t going to get out of his, “Can I have the phone?” she held out her hand.
Mike needed her to be closer, so he got out of his truck and held out the phone.
Sighing at his stupid games, Charlie stepped closer.
Mike grabbed her hand and yanked her into his truck, shoving her over to the passenger side and locked the doors.
“What the fuck? Mike-” whatever was about to be said was cut off as he hit her across the face with the bar for his jack, knocking her unconscious and probably breaking a few bones in her face.
He giggled gleefully and went to her truck, rolling up the windows, locking the doors, and shutting off the lights before he killed the engine. In a few days, it would be reported as abandoned and then towed to the yard. No one would even notice Charlie was gone for a few days.
He got in the truck and pulled out his pipe, filling his lungs with the amphetamines before pulling out of the parking lot and heading for the mountain.
Charlie began to regain consciousness once they were a good way up Mt. Baldy. She looked around groggily, trying to piece together what was going on around the horrific pain in her face and head. She heard Mike singing and figured it out, “What-oh!” she moaned, discovering her jaw was broken and it hurt to think about talking.
Mike turned to her, “Well Charlie, this is it, the end of the line. I’m getting you out of the way forever, because you see, once you’re gone, I’ll get rid of that guy from HIM and then Sari will be mine again.”
Charlie stared at him with wide eyes, realizing just how crazy he truly was. The glaze over his eyes was not just from drugs. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Go ahead, cry. You stupid cunt.” He pulled over to the edge of a steep cliff, “There’s really not much else to do.” He cut off the engine and grabbed her, dragging her out of the car, they walked to the cliff’s edge and Mike got satisfaction out of watching her try to scramble back from the edge. Charlie was afraid of heights, “Bye Charlie.” He said and slit her throat, tossing her body off the edge before the arterial spray could get on him.

“I haven’t heard from Charlie in three days.” Sari paced the length of the living room, then the width. She glanced at her cell phone, which Mike had given back to her the night she’d left it in the bed of his truck. And he still hadn’t signed the adoption papers. She cursed him under her breath.
“When she left here she was fine.” Ville said, watching Sari pace, “Maybe she jus got drunk and dropped her phone in the pool again.”
“She still would have called me, or come by to tell me what a jack ass she was.” Sari got tired of pacing and collapsed on the floor. She was glad Cari had Dylan, because she was too stressed out to deal with a hyperactive five year old at the moment, “Besides, she hasn’t checked her Myspace either.”
Now Ville was worried. That girl lived on the internet, “Have you called the police?”
She shook her head, “Not since they said it had to be three days to the fucking hour since someone saw her for me to be able to declare her a missing person.”
“It’s been three days now. Call them.” He watched nervously as she called the cops and reported her friend missing, “Well?” he asked when she hung up.
“I have to go down to the police station and give them a current photo and make out a report.” She snorted, “They wanted to know why her next of kin didn’t call. I don’t think her asshole dad has even noticed she’s gone.”
Ville stood with Sari and went to the wall, pulling a picture of a smiling Charlie at Sea World from a frame, “This is from a month ago. Recent enough?”
“Yeah.” She said absently and snatched the picture from him, “Where are you going?” she asked when he grabbed his keys.
“With you.” He said simply and went outside to stand by her car.

“All I can tell you is that we found her car abandoned over in the parking lot of Wal-Mart a few days ago.” Officer Jackson said sympathetically.
Sari shook her head, “That doesn’t make any sense. Charlie would rather lose an arm than leave that truck.”
Ville reached over and grabbed her hand, “What can you do?”
The officer shrugged, “Honestly, not a lot. Put her face in the system and a bulletin to look out for her. We’ve got nothing to go on. Her purse was in the car, and the only thing missing was the keys to the car.”
Sari sagged against Ville. How could this be happening? Her best friend of almost ten years had disappeared without a trace. Charlie had always joked about doing just that all the time, but she never would have done it, least of all leaving her truck behind.
“Thank you for you time.” Ville said, standing up, “You’ll let us know if you hear anything?”
“Of course.” Officer Jackson shook his hand and tried to smile reassuringly at Sari, “So far there’s no evidence of foul play.”
Sari couldn’t believe cops actually used such clichés, but she smiled back, “Right.” She let Ville lead her out to her car and drive them home.
“They said there was no sign of a struggle, so maybe she’s just on a bender and she’ll come back, pissed off that her truck’s impounded and we called the cops.” Ville offered when they got in the door and Sari ran to check the answering machine.
She didn’t say anything, just sat down on the couch and stared at the Sea World picture she still held.
Ville sat next to her and held her while she cried, and eventually tucked her into bed when she had cried herself out.
He went out on the back patio and lit a cigarette, staring up at the mountain that loomed behind the city of Rancho Cucamonga. Something was definitely up. He’d know Charlie for almost five years and hardly a singe day went by when she didn’t call Sari or come by the house to talk and play with Dylan. For her to go three, now four days without so much as a phone call gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Inhaling acrid smoke deeply, he hoped she was alright, but a part of him knew she wasn’t.

Mike watched Ville standing in the backyard from his perch on one of Sari’s neighbor’s roof. He was the final obstruction in his way to get Sari. Having already disposed of Charlie, he was anxious to be on with it. But he had no idea how he was going to get to Ville.

Ville shivered and crushed out his cigarette. Suddenly he didn’t want to be standing outside so exposed. He went back in the house, taking care to lock the back door and check the front.
There was a small noise coming from the garage/studio. Ville looked around the front yard through the window before going out to check it out.
He locked the front door behind himself, telling himself that it never hurt to be cautious and opened the door to his studio, reaching in to flick on the light before setting foot inside.
Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, but he wished he’d remembered to replace the lighting when he’s remodeled the space as there were some large and sinister shadows in the corners of the room.
Movement from the far wall caught his attention and he went over to see what it was.
He never saw the jack, still crusted with Charlie’s blood, come down and hit the back of his head.
Mike giggled as the Finn crumpled to the floor and dragged him out to his truck, throwing him unceremoniously in the bed before peeling off into the night.

~*~chapter seven...i think. Gasp! i'm dead! ahahaha. i told you it was getting fucked up. the rest of the story is going to go alot faster. thank you so much for the reviews! it makes me feel like writting more, and better!~*~md
~*~p.s. i've got the ending? you want it? you have to tell me...*hehe*~*~
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