Characters: Tevis Larsen, Shiro-4, Andal Brask, and Cayde-6
TWs: smoking (cigarette), implied sleep deprivation, insomnia, minor death mention, vague animal death mention (in the context of hunting/cooking), cynical narrator
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: the lads are on a surveillance mission somewhere in the EDZ, Tevis' brain won't shut up, but… the pack make his life better and he finally gets some rest
Note: Tevis POV. Written sometime in July or August 2024
When would it all end? It seemed every damn alien species across the Sol System and beyond was determined to snuff out the last sparks of humanity. All for the sake of some giant cue ball above them. They hadn't asked for this, none of them had. That damned Traveler was like an unending curse; as if its very being fed on the misfortune that kept befalling them.
With each offset, humanity would somehow still continue to stride forward, the sheer force of adamant determination (or pure folly) pushing them towards what they could all only hope was a better future. It was in their nature to reach out and expand their domain, to conquer the unconquerable, to seek out sights and places across the universe that those before them could have only dreamt of reaching. In their doing so, it was inevitable that every other sentient being out there would turn their attention to humanity. The clash of every single force would rage on, until the end of times it seemed. And it had all started with the Traveler rolling into their solar system. Like the universe's worst catalyst, or attempt at a twisted joke.
Yet, despite all of it… Tevis knew that here in the haze of the fire's smoke with the weight of a body against him, and the droning buzz of snores around camp—he wouldn't wish things any different. Through all their pains and struggles, while Tevis may occasionally desire to set back the clock and do things over, better—with less death and loss—his time with the Pack had still been the best of his entire Risen life.
He wouldn't trade that—or them, for anything. Not even for a chance at peace.
Was that selfish? Maybe. Peace was never guaranteed though, and not by the price it was theoretically asking for either.
If Tevis ever had anything to thank the Traveler for, and you would never get him to utter those words, not even at knifepoint— it was for the existence of his crew. The ragtag band of Hunters were just about the only thing keeping Tevis going. He'd be all but nothing if he lost them. Not even putting his faith in humanity, unceasing as they were, could get him through the worst of the worst these days.
Tevis huffed on the last of his cigarette, flicking it into the fire as he breathed out smoke. He watched the remainder of its filter turn to ash in the flames, and wondered if his thoughts could ever quiet down that quick.
He eased Shiro from his lap then, just enough to reach over and snatch the spare blanket off Cayde's feet. Shiro startled awake at the movement, grumbling and grabbing at Tevis’ side with a firm hold. Meanwhile, Cayde groaned a curse in his sleep, even kicking a boot at Tevis’ hands. His feet didn't even get cold, the blanket hog.
Tevis couldn't help the snort that left him as he settled back down. Shiro's grip softened as he caught sight of the blanket in Tevis’ hand. He even hummed appreciatively as Tevis wrapped it over them both. The Exo shifted back into him, resting his head against the man's shoulder and settling his arms around Tevis. He'd pretty much draped himself over the Nightstalker like a second blanket.
Tevis didn't have it in him to push Shiro off, not that he minded the contact to begin with. Shiro was a welcome presence, and the Exo was toasty warm to boot.
Before his eyes could finally close, comfortable as he was now, Tevis caught Andal's glance from across the cave.
Andal smiled at him, his eyes seeming to glow as they reflected the light of the fire. He mouthed, “get some rest already,” before turning his attention back towards the cave's entrance.
Tevis was currently ‘banned’ from night watch, seeing as he'd gone the last 80 hours or so without even a wink of sleep. While the others protested his insistence that sleep deprivation made his Void more effective, they typically let him be. Tevis could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to make a point.
It wasn't until the fourth day, when the topic of sleep arose once more over comms— that Andal himself moved from his cover over to Tevis’. The Hunter had raised his voice (they were far enough out to not be heard by their target), and settled his hands on Tevis’ shoulders firmly.
“Tev, you're going to get some damned sleep tonight. Traveler help me, I'll put a bullet in ya and talk your Ghost out of rezzing if you don't go willingly. The rest of us will handle keeping an eye out for one night.”
There was no arguing when Andal took on that tone nor gave you that look. Tevis had grumbled his last for the sake of grumbling—but nonetheless, after their sortie of the day, he'd plopped himself down against the far wall of the cave they'd been operating out of, and made no moves to take up watch.
That had been the end of the discussion.
Now, some time after a hearty stew made from someone's lucky hunt (Cayde and Andal were sure to keep bickering over who'd made the killing shot), Tevis couldn't find it in himself to complain. He had the weight of Shiro on him, and while Tevis knew that was probably an intentional means to keep him from getting up and relieving whoever was on watch— the Exo's body was warm and solid, a familiar yet rare comfort. He’d had so little of that these days, what with the circumstances of their constant harsh and unforgiving reality.
So tonight, Tevis would rest. Wrapped in an old blanket and an equally old Exo. While sleep never came easy, deprived of it as he often was, it found him well that night. Surrounded by his pack, and enveloped in the warmth their collective presences brought, Tevis slept soundly.
They would fight for their own slice of peace in this world, one night around a campfire at a time.
Two partisans race across the cobblestones. An ominous clanking sound fills the air.
"Go and tell the Keeper! Hurry!" Erik shouted in Norwegian to Jan.
Jan ran away as Erik set a molotov down and checked his rifle. The molotov topples on the cobblestones. The ominous clanking gets louder until a huge tank, the Landkruezer, crashes through a building.
Erik paled at the sight of the HYDRA logo. He tried to run but a machine gun cut him down.
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Jan raced toward the front door of a lonely stone tower.
Jan slammed down a huge timber crossbeam, locking the door. "They have come for it!"
An old tower keeper rushed downstairs. "They have before."
"Not like this." Jan stated.
"Let them come. They will never find it." the Tower Keeper said.
The two men turn as the ominous clanking rises outside. The Landkreuzer punched through the wall. Bricks and timber rain down, knocking the keeper back. When the dust subsided, the keeper struggled to his feet, only to find Jan dead amidst the rubble. HYDRA troops pour in, surrounding him.
Outside a modified car pulled up, its hood ornament a HYDRA skull. Gleaming jackboots step out onto the cobblestones as well as the black high heels of a woman.
The HYDRA soldiers throw the keeper down in front of the stone sarcophagus in an ornate crypt. The soldiers try but fail to push the massive coffin lid.
"Quickly, before he---" The HYDRA Lieutenant shouted in German.
Footsteps could be heard coming towards them. The soldiers snapped to attention as a Hydra officer, Johann Schmidt, stepped through the rubble. His eyes are sunken, his skin pale and waxy.
Walking behind him was an exceptionally beautiful woman.
She had beautifully flawless and smooth skin that had a fair complexion. She had gold eyes but they were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses.
The woman wore a black turtleneck shirt, black pants and black high heels. She wore a black leather hooded trench coat with fur on the collar.
The woman was silent as she walked around the tower, coming to where the young man's body was. She stared silently at the man before she walked around the body without giving it a second look.
"It has taken me a long time to find this place. You should be commended," Johann said as he stood before the tower keeper. "Give me what I want, and you will find the Reich most appreciative."
"I give you nothing." The tower keeper said.
A HYDRA guard moved to clock the old man, but Schmidt waved him off. He leaned over the tower keeper.
"You are a man of great vision. In that, we are much alike." Johann said.
"I am nothing like you." The tower keeper retorted.
"Oh, no, no. I don’t suggest that," Schmidt noticed his men struggling with the coffin lid. "But what others see as superstition, you and I know to be science. The oldest science."
"What you seek is just a legend." The old man said.
"Then why do you try so hard to hide it?" Johann asked as he strided to the coffin. He heaved the heavy lid aside easily, the lid smashed to the floor. Inside, a desiccated corpse is holding a crystal cube. "The Tesseract was the Jewel of Odin’s treasure room." He turned it over in his hand, curious then dropped it to the floor where it shattered. "It is not a thing one buries." He lifted the old man by the shoulder, hissing in his ear. "But it is close, yes?"
"I cannot help you." The old man said.
"Bo. But you can help them," Johann said. He turned the old man to see the tank pointing at the town. "You have friends out there. Grandchildren, perhaps. I’ve no need for them to die." Terrified, the tower keeper lets his eyes flick to a wall. Schmidt let the old man down and shoved him back into the arms of the woman who placed her hands on his bony shoulders and dug her black nails into the fabric of his shirt. He searched the wall, finally landing on the carving of a tree. "Yggdrasil, tree of the world. Guardian of wisdom…" He scanned the roots, finally alighting on a serpent. "And fate." He pushed the snake’s eye, releasing a wooden box carved like a snake. The old man sagged, defeated. Schmidt opened the box. Blue light illuminated his face, he gazed, enraptured. The old man stared, awed. "And the Fuhrer digs for the trinkets in the desert…" He looked over at the old man. "You’ve never seen it, have you?"
"It’s not for the eyes of ordinary men." The Tower Keeper said.
"Exactly," Johann said as he shut the box, he motioned to the woman to come to him, which she did silently. The light disappeared as he glanced over at the cannon, almost distractedly. "Commence firing."
A soldier called out and the cannon erupted.
Enraged, the old man lunged but was held back by soldiers.
"Fool. None of us can control that power. You will burn." The old man shouted.
"I already have," Johann drew his luger with dazzling speed. The woman flinched at the loud sound so close to her ear. The keeper dropped and his blood spattered Schmidt’s HYDRA lapel pin. His tentacled death’s head is now a red skull. "Come on, Fräulein Danielle Hunter." He stroked her jawline with his knuckles.
Danielle didn't react to his closeness or the soft touch, she continued to stare ahead. She didn't even react when his knuckle continued down until it reached the collar that she had around her neck. It was the newest collar that those scientists had made, she couldn't break free from this collar but she will in time. All she had to do was wait for a weak spot.
And she had the patience…
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NEW YORK CITY, JUNE 1943.
Gabrielle groaned as she slowly regained consciousness, blinking her eyes open slowly before she winced at the bright light and the stench that hit her. The Feral placed her hand on her forehead when she got a piercing headache.
"…You are so dead, you fucker." she hissed.
Headaches weren't pleasant even for Feral mutants but she ignored the pain as she slowly stood up, placing her hand on the stone wall beside her. She looked around slowly and noticed that the alley looked weird, like really weird and not at all like any alleys that she had been in before.
And she had been in a lot, thanks to Peter Parker, one of Rochelle’s best friends.
Gabrielle looked up and frowned when she saw the people walking by, taking note of their clothes. The women are more so than the men.
Their fashion looked a lot like the fashion of the 19….
"Fuck me…" Gabrielle muttered before she bent over to grab a newspaper and picked it up, her eyes zeroing on the date.
June 1943.
Then she moved down to the headline and almost fainted from the second shock she had just gotten.
“ELITE NAZI FORCES OVERRUN NORWEGIAN TOWN.”
“Fuck me sideways!” That idiot stole Cable’s time traveling device and it sent her back in time! He was so dead when she got back to her own time!
She dropped the newspaper and rubbed her hands over her face, raking her fingers through her hair as she looked up at the sky. Well, she couldn't just stand here and do nothing, she had to leave this alley or else she might attract an unsavory person. She looked around and saw a dress and shoes that looked to be in her size hanging out to dry and resting on the backstep of an apartment so she walked over and quickly took them, going behind a dumpster to change before she shoved her modern clothing into a bag that she had found nearby.
As the Feral was doing this, she caught glimpses of her nine soulmarks and stared at them. The Twin marks on the inside of her wrists were both stars, she loved anything that involved space. One was silver with a blue glow that was the one on her right wrist and the other was a red star with a silver glow on her left wrist. They were both normally quiet, the red star felt pain and confusion every once in a while but it had been years since that happened, the last time she had felt him was when she was a child. The Silver Star didn’t give off any feelings, they must have been in a coma or a monk with really good control over their emotions.
The other eight Marks consisted of a green double helix, two gold gears with a red outline, a spider, a purple arrow, a weirdly shaped hammer, a bolt of lighting and a panther paw print, and they were right above the Twin Stars, going up both arms. She got a wide range of emotions from her other Marks all the time so she knew that they were alive and happy…ish.
The green double helix was calming emotions at times but there were times where it felt very angry. The two gold gears were usually really confident but recently it felt strange and it came with dizzy spells, whoever they were she hoped they were doing okay, both of them. The weird hammer was feeling confident, which wasn’t usual for this one though last year, it had taken her on a whirlwind of emotions. The spider was feeling anxious which wasn’t usual for them. The purple arrow just seemed bored and that wasn’t surprising at all. As for her last two Marks, she felt such love and joy from them that she felt jealous…and she knew that they were married to each other, happily so why did she bear their Marks?
And did they bear hers?
Shaking her head to clear it from such thoughts, Gabrielle left the alley and headed into 1943 New York City.
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Men were filled in the waiting room of the enlistment office, reading the newspapers that had various headlines about what was happening during the war, either in Europe or off American shores.
"O’Connell, Michael…" The Army doctor called out.
A young man folded his newspaper and stood, wearing only boxer shorts. Dozens of half-dressed recruits read newspapers, waiting for their exam results.
"Kaminsky, Henry…"
Kaminsky stood, tossing his paper aside, he glanced at the next newsreader down.
"Kinda makes you think twice about enlisting, huh?" Henry said
Steve Rogers lowered his paper, he’s frail and small.
"Nope." Steve said.
"Rogers, Steven."
Steve folded the paper and got to his feet.
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With her Marks covered with make up the same color as her skin, Gabrielle avoided bumping into the shoulders of the people that walked through the sidewalk of New York, she was walking briskly through the city. She had no idea where she was going but she needed to find a way back to her time.
The longer she stayed here, the greater the risk of her accidentally changing time.
The female Feral sighed heavily as she paused on a crosswalk and looked both sides before she crossed the street.
She hoped that Cable was also trying to figure out how to get her back home to them…
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Steve anxiously watched an army doctor scan his file. On Steve's file, a dozen ailments have been checked and a description of his Soul Mark which looked like a wolf’s paw print of his left wrist. His childhood friend Bucky Barnes had the same Mark but it was on his right wrist.
"What did your father die of?" The Doctor asked.
"Mustard gas," Steve said as the doctor looked up. "1918. He was in the 107th Infantry. I was hoping to get assigned to them if…"
Army doctor interrupted him. "And your mother?"
"Few years back, she was a nurse in the TB ward. Got hit, couldn’t shake it." Steve answered.
Finally, the doctor shook his head.
"They weren’t weak, Doc; they were fighters. If you just give me a…"
Again the doctor interrupted him. "Sorry, son. You’d be ineligible for your asthma alone."
"You can’t do anything?" Steve asked, upset.
"I’m doing it. I’m saving your life." The man said.
The doctor stamps Steve's file: 4F.
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Steve walked out of the recruitment building with a heavy heart and his hands in his pockets. He wasn't looking where he was going and he suddenly collided with something about his size, soft and smelled like pine needles and wood.
There was a reflexive grabbing of arms so whoever he had crashed into didn't fall down.
"I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." Steve said as he pulled away from the person he had bumped into and froze when he saw a beautiful dame, she looked to be around the age of seventeen.
She was the same height as he was.
Steve waited for the normal reaction that he got from dames who looked like her, they always looked at Bucky and ignored Steve. That was one of his fears about their shared soulmate, would she focus more on Bucky and ignore Steve?
Bucky had done his best to ease Steve's fears, telling him that she would love Steve as well.
But then she did something surprising: she smiled at him, gold eyes fixing on his blue eyes. Steve thought they were the prettiest looking eyes that he had ever seen, it didn't bother him that they weren’t the usual eye color. It made her unique and he liked that.
"It's okay, neither was I." She said with the same smile on her face.
He released her and stepped back, almost shyly not used to talking to a dame.
"I'm Gabbi Anderson." She said at his surprised look, she added. "It's short for Gabrielle but my family calls me Gabbi mostly."
"Steve Rogers."
Her smile seemed to widen at the sound of his name.
"It's nice to meet you, Steve…Um, I'm new here and I'm trying to find a movie theater but I seem to have gotten myself hopelessly lost."
"Where are you from originally?"
"Tennessee."
"You're a long way from home."
Gabrielle smiled at that. "Yes…yes, I am."
Steve cleared his throat as his cheeks flushed pink and said, "Um…follow me, I was heading to one myself."
Together they walked away, Gabrielle glanced back and looked back at Steve. "Did you just leave from the recruitment building?"
"Yes."
"Were you recruited?"
"…No, they said that I had too many illnesses." Well, the doctor didn't actually say it but he knew what was on his file.
"Don't give up, Steve," Gabrielle said as she grabbed his hand. "Maybe you'll get your chance."
Steve stared at her in surprise at both the use of his first name and by the fact that she had grabbed his hand willingly. "T-thank you, Gabbi." He said finally.
She beamed at him and said, "Now let's go to the movie theater." She gently tugged his hand, not releasing it as they started to walk once again.
Steve couldn't help but wonder if she was his soulmate but that was unlikely, he didn't see any Mark on her wrists where the Marks are always at. The skin there was bare.
And he felt disappointed at that, he would have liked it if she was his and Bucky's soulmate. She wasn't mean to him or ignored him, she treated him like anyone else and looked at him normally too.
He liked the fact that she touched him willingly and without any agenda, of course Bucky wasn't here but it seemed like she wanted to touch him and didn't want anything in return from him except for him to show her how to get to the theater.
Unbeknownst to him, his companion was starting to pick up on his feelings now and that told her one thing: He was her Soul Mate.
His feelings were coming from where the Silver Star was at.
She hadn't wanted to meet even one of her Soul Mates, she never expressed interest in them. Her aversion to meeting her Soul Mates was so intense that she had purposely avoided meeting two of her Soul Mates when she sensed them in New Mexico, in fact she knew who the arrow was and had made sure he didn’t sense her emotions at all. Though it was also a small lie, she knew two of her Soul Mates, one was a fellow mutant and the other was a foreign King. And there was now a law against a mutant having a human Soul Mate.
Gabrielle felt his courage and strength, the love for his family, the unwavering loyalty to his friends. He had known great pain and humiliation. It filled her with wonder. Steve had taken nearly everything life could throw at him and cast it all aside, unafraid. Undaunted.
Much like how she and her brethren have with the fear and hatred that humans had thrown at them ever since Charles and Erik had revealed themselves back during the Cold War.
Curious for her small Soul Mate, she dove deeper until, at the tail end of it all, came the dizzying feelings a man has for a woman, the youthful hope that she will pay him attention and not ignore him for his friend, the yearning and excitement of being near her, the sparks that fly when he feels her touch. And the desire for much, much more.
And the disappointment that she wasn't his and his friend's Soul Mate, the sadness that she bore no Mark. She’d have to make sure that the make up doesn’t get rubbed off and
She kept her face blank and her emotions locked down, she had a sneaky suspicion in her gut on who her companion is. The name is familiar but there are a lot of people who either have the same first name or same last name and are not related.
There's no way he is Steve Rogers aka Captain America.
If there was an award for bad luck, Gabrielle would win it, hands down. Right down to the fact that Deadpool got his hands on Cable's time travel device and she was sent back in time to World War 2.
She was going to fucking kill him when she got back….
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Gabrielle and Isabelle learned the hard to not let Izzy's soulmate, Wade, mess with Cable's time traveling device xD also I would that I have an obsession with the Feral mutants from Marvel even more so than the telepathic/telekinetic mutants. I just find Ferals to be so fascinating, they are pretty much immortal.
The Hunter family are wolf Ferals, debating if they should also be shapeshifters as well....
Figured that this will be easier for you guys to know who belongs to who xD both soulmates and which granddaughter belongs to one of Danielle's daughters.
Gabrielle's soulmates are James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Ororo Munroe, Bruce Banner, Thor, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanov.
Arielle's soulmates are Wanda Maximoff and Vision.
Chevell's soulmate is Pietro Maximoff.
Isabelle's soulmates are Peter Parker and MJ
Adelle's soulmates are Cable and Wade Wilson.
Noelle's soulmates are Victor Creed and Logan.
Michelle's soulmate is Erik (Magneto) and their daughters are Joelle and Annabelle.
Annabelle's soulmate is Eddie Brock and Venom.
Janelle's soulmate is M'Baku.
Estelle's soulmate is Sam Wilson but she had Gabrielle, Janelle and Noelle with an unnamed human man who lost his soulmate to cancer.
Joelle's soulmate is Drax.
Aubrielle's soulmate is Heimdall, their daughters are Isabelle and Arielle.
Rochelle's soul mates are Otto Octavius and Rosie.
Danielle's soulmate was David Addington, their daughters are Estelle, Michelle and Aubrielle.
Chapter 1: Ritual
"Wade, I don't think you should be messing with Cable's time traveling device." Adelle's voice said through the closed door of her bedroom.
Gabrielle Hunter, who had been passing the door from her return trip from New Mexico with SHIELD, stopped and looked over at the door. Not surprised that he was here, he usually stopped by once a week to see his Soul Mate. Though how he got past security to their apartment complex was a mystery.
"I'm trying to make it better." Wade's voice.
The seventeen year old Feral chose at that moment to open the door because whenever he said that, it was never a good thing.
"What are yo--"
"Watch out, Gabbi!!"
Gabrielle raised her hand to block the intense white light that seemed to bathe the room, she felt a pulling sensation and then nothing but darkness and the last thing she thought before succumbing to the darkness was that she was going to kill Wade….
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Wade and Adelle stared at the spot where Gabrielle had been but she was no longer there.
"….."
"….."
Adelle slowly turned her head to look at Wade who tensed up at that because she did that slow head turn that her Nana did whenever someone pissed her off and it was creepy.
"Nana is going to kill you…."
"Fuck! I'll be right back! Cable can fix this!" Wade shouted, completely forgetting the fact that the matriarch of the Hunter pack was locked up in the deepest level of the Raft. That told Addie how much he feared Nana.
The seventeen year old Feral watched as her soulmate left her room and then the large house that the Hunter pack had claimed as their own. She shook her head before she tried to think of something to tell her mother and aunts about where Gabbi was. There was no way they'd believe this but maybe she can have Cable explain this to them…
“C’mon James you can do it” the hunter in a green hoodie called to his nervous friend. “The water only comes up to just above your knees.” James preferred hunting animals instead of people, his favorite being fish. Will was trying to help him, showing him it’s a lot easier when you get in with the fish. James cautiously stepped in, flinching a bit at the cold sting of the water.
Once used to the temperature James started looking around, careful not to make too many movements so the light splashes wouldn’t startle anything away. After a few minutes of trying, James managed to catch one. He hopped out immediately and shook the water off his legs, waiting to eat until Will also caught a fish.
After they finished their catch, the two hunters went back to the rest of the pack.
“Where’ve you two been? Hunting I hope,” their pack leader said as he went over to them.
Nodding eagerly Will told him he had been helping James hunt fish more efficiently. Jack gave a frustrated sigh. When he told Will to help James hunt he had meant help him hunt people.
Shrugging it off Jack decided he would talk about it to Will later. Turning to James, Jack pulled a book from one of the pockets in his hoodie. “Found this, thought it could do you some good. If you need help with it Get Danny to help, it’d do him good too.”
James looked at the book, though he wasn’t able to really tell what it said. Before the infection he needed glasses, so now without them, and missing an eye, reading was close to impossible. Looking around he found Danny and asked him to tell him what it said.
Danny read the cover of the book and gave a groan. “It’s Jack trying to be funny. It’s called ‘How To Be A Zombie’.”
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Once they found out that James was now 21, on the following day, the twins came up with a rather mean prank they could pull on him. Brian went to go set it up while Andrew tried to find James.
Once he found him, Andrew slid up close putting an arm around him making James flinch. “Hey Jamie, Can I call you Jamie?” James, only made more nervous by how Andrew was grinning, started to stutter out how he prefers his regular name before Andrew interrupted him. “Good Good, Saaay, you never told us how old you were! BJ and I had to find out from Danny you were now 21. How would we welcome you to being an adult if we didn’t know? C’mon! We’re setting up something great for you!”
At that James squirmed away from Andrew, he didn’t know what the twins were planning but it was never good. “No, No it’s ok you two don’t have to do anything.”
James started backing up but Andrew pulled him back over. “Nonsense! It’s the least we could do for a fellow pack member!” With that Andrew went off pulling James with him.
When the two got back to Brian, James noticed that he had set up a few bottles of alcohol though instead of corks, there were rags in them. James didn’t like how this seemed to be going already.
“So we were thinking,” Brian began, “now that you’re 21, you should try some booze. But Drinking it is just… so Boring.” Squirming away from Andrew again, James started to run while Brian tossed the bottles at him. Although he hadn’t lit the others, the last one he threw was lit so they too had to move when the fire spread out.
After the flames died down, the twins had a good laugh, though Brian seemed to find that it funnier than Andrew did. “I did say not to light Any of them, now he can complain to his suck-up friend who will then tattle to Jack about us throwing fire at him.”
“It’ll be Fine,” Brian replied trying to control his snickering. “We’ll just get Tim to cover for us again.”
