The Family: Part 2
Chapter two- Aaron
Mykel woke me up that morning my dumping a bucket of rainwater over my face.
"Mykel! What the fuck is this!"
I sat up, guitar raised, ready to smack something. Or someone.
Mykel sat beside me, laughing. "Good mooooorning, Q-ey!" he sang, only slightly out of key.
I blinked. "Morning, Myk. Ung. What time is it?" My voice was deep and scratchy.
He smiled. "Four in the morning, my dear. Four AM."
Sitting up, I looked sideways at him. Or rather, at the direction of his voice. Pushing wet hair out of my eyes, I muttered some choice words and asked, "Why on earth did you wake me up so early?"
Mykel's tone was suddenly dark and serious, and though I couldn't see his face, I knew it was grave. "We need to move. Now," was all he said.
I didn't give it another thought but grabbed my guitar, backpack, and guns and slipped out the front door. Soon enough, Myk was right behind me.
We silently set our stuff in the back of my beater white truck, him in the driver's seat and me curl
Catherine, Pt IChapter One... Plunderers and Fistfights
"Ughhhhhhh..." Catherine rolled off her bed and tumbled to the ground, her loose nightdress falling around her. She looked up at the sunlight flooding through her window and blinked. Several times.
Ugh... Not again. She pattered down the stairs of her tower room, clutching the thin black wooden handrail so as not to fall off the spiral stairs.
Her brother was tearing nervously around the kitchen with a sword, his bare chest glistening with sweat. What in the world? Why does he have ?
"Cat! There you are. They are back. Those... Plunderers!" He stumbled angrily over the word.
Cat almost smiled. "Nathaniel. Hand me the sword and go put on some clothes... You can't fight Vikings in your pajamas."
He smiled and raced down the narrow stone hall to his room, muttering something about moms and sisters.
Cat sighed. Vikings. Again. When will they realize there is nothing left to steal in this village? She slowly started bac