Pennsylvania, 2007 (Present Day)380Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkSUSl0nSoF
Note: Malcolm's Viewpoints
Here it comes...
I was frozen in my spot. I couldn't move a muscle. I was too distracted by this man's movements. I was silently sitting on the floor, my hands attached to the floor to keep half of my body up until Mavy screamed. I knew he was already up.
"Malcolm! Malcolm! What are you doing? Get out of the way! You're getting yourself killed! Malcolm!" he kept shouting, and I didn't budge. "MALCOLM! GET THE FUCK UP! DO YOU WANT TO DIE?"
The ax drew nearer and nearer, ready to slice me into two parts, like I was some kind of a chicken from a meat store. Here it comes... But then, I felt something advocating my arm, dragging me out of the ax's reach. I looked at the ax again and saw Mavy. The sharp end of the deadly weapon clawed his right arm, liters of blood dripping on the floor, and the ground succumbed him, taking advantage of his weakness.
Mavis was frozen on her spot, her knives still up, and tears on her eyes as she watched Mavy screamed in agony. By the flash, I did my responsibility as the second-eldest brother. I should keep my siblings safe.
"Mavis! Head over to the phone and call the police! Mom and Dad should know about this, head over to them as well! We'll need them! Go, go!" I commanded, raising my voice.
She nodded, giving me one of the kitchen knives clasped in her hands. "Be careful, Malcolm," she said, sobbing, and I nodded.
"GO!" I pointed to the exit of the kitchen and turned to the hooded-man after she had gone to the phone. "And you," I summoned, and he tilted his head silently, a way of teasing me, "you go away! You go away from this house, now!" I yelled. I knew our weapons were not really fair, but at least I was armed instead of unarmed.
It was like making scissors and paper match each other in a rock-paper-scissors game. I mean, it was pretty obvious that scissors will lose, and same to me. It was obvious that I will lose this game. Or was this a game?
I shook my head.
"I'm not scared," I said, even though I was. I needed to stay tough. I had no back-up. Mavy had a punctured arm, making him unable to throw a bust. I mean, punching will be no match to that ax. We were just going to get our hands cut off.
He chuckled sourly behind his hood.
"I'm not scared," I said again. "I'M NOT SCARED! DO YOU HEAR ME?" I ran to him as I shouted, but he just dodged me with his leg, kicking my stomach real hard. How come do villains are always stronger than the do-gooders? And those were pretty nice shoes. I reckoned it helped him make the kick two times harder.
I think I'll get those kinds...
I dropped to the floor, and it took me seconds to get up. Then, I was on the field again. I grabbed the knife that had fallen on the floor and threw it at him, and thanking my lucky stars, it hit his arm. He just clasped the knife and pulled it out as though it were nothing to him. But he shook a little, dropping his ax. I ran and kicked it away from his reach.
One point for me.
Not wasting any second, I took the advantage and kick him right in the balls, and he dropped on his knees.
That was two points for me.
I grabbed him by the collar and threw a blow right to his goddamn face. You deserve that, chowderhead. I constantly punched him in the face and kicked his stomach, just like what he did to me earlier.
"Listen to me carefully, you big nincompoop! You stay away from this house," I said and slammed his head right to the wall really hard with all my strength.
He became unconscious and dropped completely to the floor. I kicked him one last time and turned to Mavy, smiling.
He nodded. "Good one, little bro," he said, and I nodded.
"Oh, and don't call me 'little.' I ain't little anymore," I reminded, and he chuckled before nodding. Then, Mavis came running next. Mom and Dad were behind her.
"Where's the guy?" Dad asked, and I pointed my thumb over my shoulder contemptuously. They should be proud of me.
"Who is this guy?" Mavis wondered as she approached the nincompoop. She knelt down beside his unconscious body and grabbed his hood, deliberately driving it down. Then, his face showed up. It was a complete stranger.
We don't even know him. He was just probably not from here, or maybe from here. I don't know, it was totally complicated. I shook my head and grabbed the man by his hair, harshly turning his head sideward to see clearly. He had this auburn hair, pale skin, and (I opened his lids) green eyes, a crooked nose beneath them.
"Gee, this man should be sent behind the bars. For attempted-murder," I told them all.
"Don't worry! The cops are on their way," Mavis said, smiling, but fear was still on her eyes. It kind of made me astonished since we've never had a civil conversation like this. And hey, trust me, it wasn't that bad after all.
I thought this Fourteen-Day-Be-Civil-To-Each-Other Project of Mavy won't be bad after all. Well, maybe — just a bit. I still do not trust the both of us to be civil to each other. Especially for that long. But I will try my best to enjoy those long fourteen days.
The following days after that "nincompoop-issue," had been a bit great and annoying. Mavis and I got along for a bit, but you can never get away from arguments. I mean, siblings just couldn't, right?
In the first day, we made ourselves some bowls of cereals. Then, in the late afternoon, we tried some kind of a board game, which was totally boring, that was why we dropped it already, and decided on a movie, which where the argument had started.
Mavis wanted to watch Ratatouille, but I wanted to watch a horror one: Dead Silence, and Mavis complained that it was almost bed time and she will have nightmares. But I knew that we will be staying in the same room, and she still didn't believe me. Then, Word-Throwing (our favorite sport, Mavis always says) began once again. Being in charge in the house, Mavy interrupted and claimed that he will get to decide since he was the eldest.
That was unfair since Mavis and him liked almost the same movies. Well, with an exception for the horror genre. Mavis hated it a lot, as though it were killing her.
"No!" I said, "That's unfair since you both like almost the same movies!" I shook my head.
Mavis shrugged. "Well, one versus two. We won, needless to say, Malcolm. You just have to keep up with us."
I shook my head vigorously again. "No way! Mavy! Make things at the same weight! Come on, goodness." I sighed, raising my fingers to my temples. This movie night was killing me. I couldn't take it anymore.
Mavy sighed. "Fine, fine! We'll watch Dead Silence first, then Ratatouille. Then, it's my turn to pick, so nobody gets left behind. Now, are we even?"
"Yeah," Mavis and I said.
"But what is going to be your movie choice?" asked Mavis, and Mavy shrugged.
"Still haven't decided yet. But I am thinking of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, since that was the latest from the series, or maybe Mission: Impossible, or maybe 28 Weeks Later, or maybe Spiderman 3, or maybe Transporter 2, or maybe Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift — "
"Okay! Let's just start Dead Silence!" I intervened. "You still have at least more than a couple of hours to pick from those million choices in your mind." To Mavis, I said, "Now, let's start my choice." I shook my head before we start the movie.
This should be good.
* * *
"Come on!" Mavis whimpered. "Mavy! What's your movie choice? Two-hundred three minutes had already passed, and you still haven't made your choice!"
Dead Silence and Ratatouille had already ended, but Mavy still hadn't made his decision.
Now you know that he's pretty indecisive, which is kind of annoying. But I know that there were some types of people like that everywhere. Like, I have some friends like him too. And they really get under my skin since patience was not my best thing.
"Yeah, anyway!" I agreed with Mavis, but Mavy just ignored us and kept stroking his chin as though he had a beard, which he will never want. He was okay with a mustache, but not a beard. He told me that that was the last thing he will ever want aside from Voldemort getting killed.
He hummed, still thinking as he looked at the ceiling. "Hmmm, maybe...maybe..."
"GOSH DANG IT, MAVY! JUST CHOOSE FROM YOUR GODDAMN CHOICES!" Mavis thumped her fist on the bedsheets, making a loud, muffled thud; Mavy jumped, looking at her as though it was his first time seeing her.
"Okay, okay! Jeez." He shook his head. "I'll go for Mission: Impossible."
I sighed loudly, throwing my hands in the air disdainfully. This was his umpteenth time of choosing a Tom Cruise movie. Guess enthusiast really never dies. From all our movie nights back then, he chose Rain Man, War of the Worlds, Vanilla Sky, Days of Thunder, The Firm, and The Others, which all turned to be Tom Cruise's movies.
"Really, dude?" I stared at him blankly.
"What?"
"This is the — oh — I don't know — but can you choose some other movies aside from Tom Cruise and Harry Potter?" Mavis complained, completely saying the thought in my mind.
Mavy shrugged. "Watch it or leave it, dudes," he drawled.
And another Tom Cruise movie had started.
* * *
Our movie night had ended, but I wouldn't lie. Mission: Impossible turned out to be good. Mavis was enjoying it too, which made me confused since I thought girls found action movies boring. It even made me think that she was a hoyden or something, but I dropped that thought once the movie had ended.
And now, we were in a room that was unused when we moved here. It was a bit far from our usual rooms. It was a bit quiet and it was starting to creep the both of us out. The wind kept whistling from the closed window.
We couldn't sleep in our rooms because that was what Mom and Dad told us to do, and Mavy will tell them if we didn't. And we will sleep here either way, because if we're still allowed to sleep in either mine or Mavis' room, we couldn't choose. If we sleep in my room, I was sure as heck that I will complain, but if we sleep in Mavis' room, she will complain much more than I will do.
"Can you stop pulling the sheets?" she hissed at me. I was pulling the sheets to my side, and soon she will do the same, tearing my shield from the cold wind. I swear, this house doesn't need any a.c., especially at night.
"Well, you should have brought your own blanket!" I retaliated, looking at her over my shoulder as she did the same. The bed on that room was so small that there wasn't enough space for the two of us, especially the blanket.
Why would even Mom and Dad want us to sleep here?
"Well, why didn't you do it if you're so clever?" she said, but I never rose to the bait and tossed to other side, only to come face to face with Mavis. We stared quietly at each other before I groaned.
"Can you turn around?" I hissed.
"You turn around!"
"Both of us will turn around!" And that was what we did. Both of us turned around, only for our behinds to crash on each other.
I groaned again and looked at her over my shoulder, as she did. "Can you move back a bit?"
"You move back!"
"Seriously?" I said before I adjusted and moved to the edge, but the edge I called was already the floor, and a thud rang on our ears, the sheets snaking my waist and shoulders. I got up swiftly and sighed. "This isn't going to work!"
"It isn't going to work if we don't work."
It took me seconds before replying, then groaned. "Fine!" I crawled back to the bed. "Let's do the worst game we both ever played."
"Are we seriously going to do the Super-Duper Hard Brother and Sister Cuddle-Nuzzle?" she questioned, both eyebrows raised, and I just nodded.
"Duh? Is there any other way that we could settle comfortably in this bed?" I made a point, which turned to be good. She merely nodded and snuggled under the small blanket and we hugged each other.
"This is the worst," I muttered.
Someone started knocking on the door suddenly. But the way they knocked, it was different from how Mavy knocks. Mavis and I just held each other tightly, shouting, as the door wriggled even more.
The door burst open, and Mavy almost knocked himself on the ground but managed to balance his weight. "Jeez, this door is crazy! Almost knocked myself on the ground." He caught us two hugging each other and grinned. "Aw. Are you two getting along now?"
"No, we're not, Mavy," I drawled, looking at him vacantly, and pulled away from Mavis.
"Doesn't the word 'hug' means 'held someone in one's arm, typically to express affection'? That's what you're doing, so I'm pretty sure you got along now. Wait till Mom and Dad hear about this!" he said, sounding like a teenaged girl, and went out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Before I could go back hugging Mavis, we heard a noise on the window, opening itself, then closing once again as though an invisible person was entering the room.
"Filius?" Mavis called, whatever that was. She was squinting through the wardrobe as it opened slowly, and I stood up from the bed, vigilance running through my veins.
"What the heck is that?"
"Shut up," Mavis said as she trod to the wardrobe. "Filius? Is that you?"
Who the heck was Filius? And what kind of name was that?
She touched the wardrobe door and opened it widely, sighing in relief as she looked inside. "You scared me, Filius!" she said to no one. "What are you doing here?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mavis! Do you want us to take you to the mental hospital?" I asked stupidly. "Who the heck are you talking to? This isn't some sort of If You Could See Me Now novel, is it?"
"I'm talking to Filius! Can't you see him? He's there," she pointed inside the wardrobe, "sitting and smiling at me."
I looked at the wardrobe, but saw no one. Mavis was completely losing her mind. She was completely losing her marbles. Does she need to go to the mental hospital?
And who in the lovely world of humans called Earth was Filius?380Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg13g0tyZNF
