Chapter eight

Back at PP's Estate, the house numbered seven, Louis and Hannah just can't seem to sleep. They keep tossing and turning in bed as their son, Cyril still hasn't returned after storming out of the house.

"If only you had let me go after him. He is only nineteen you know. He still needs us as parents and mostly as friends." Louis advises Hannah.

"Oh, quit your yapping! I know I made a mistake so let's just go look for him."

They get out of bed ready to leave but then they start hearing barks.

"Hannah I thought I said no dogs in the house!"

"Tsk! It's just my ringtone." She goes and picks up her phone. The moment she looks at the screen, "Ughhhhh! " She sighs with annoyance.

"Who is it?"

"It's the Whites. It is probably another one of their crisis."

"Well pick it then. We have to help."

"No, we don't. We have a boy to look for, remember?"

*Sigh* "Really, Hannah? You forgot why Joan is called Ullrana? (Ullr is the Norse god of hunters)"

"You are right. Give me a second." She takes in a deep breath and calms herself.

*Beep*

"Hello?"

Back at Julia's Dam, the apartment where Adam lives:

"Yes, Hannah. It happened again. Please come over quick and lend us your aid."

"..."

"What!? This is serious we don't have time to bargain!"

"......"

"Bleurgh! Ok. I will find him. Just bring his cloth or something when you are coming."

"Well? Are they coming?" Arthur asks.

"Yes!" She replies with a countenance filled with disgust. "But they want me to find that their perverted son, Cyril. Thinking about him just makes me sick." She holds her stomach and her mouth and rushes to the restroom.

Arthur stands by shaking his head in an 'I really don't get them' way. "You know the boy was only two when it happened. Just cut him some slack. I mean you were babysitting and didn't feed him enough. Of course, he will try to suck on your breasts. I mean I would."

From the restroom, she responds with screams. "UGHHH! I can't believe I married a pervert. Seriously, only a crazy person understands a crazy person."

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"They Schwarzs are here!" Arthur announces headed for the door. He gets there and opens it and sees them, Louis and Hannah standing outside. "That was fast."

"Yeah, we used a teleportation spell. No Joan? She is puking, right?" Hannah asks.

"Yeah...sorry about that. Still, I don't remember turning off the barrier. How were you able to touch the door? JOAN, DID YOU TURN OF THE BARRIER?"

"NO!"

"Well don't look at us. We didn't meet no barrier when we came." Hannah lets out.

Arthur's countenance starts to change. As if he has realized something, something that is very bad. Like an occurrence not supposed to occur has occurred.

"You okay...? Arthur...? " Louis who is looking all concerned asks.

"Oh no!" He exclaims and darts in. He flashes past Joan who is coming out and even knocks her down. "Sorry, Joan! It's Adam...! Adam!" He gets to Adam's room without hesitation, like he has lost his mind, with a hand, he knocks down the door flat down and runs in.

"Arthur... Arthur, honey?" Arthur comes out of the room. "What is wrong? You are scaring me."

The Schwarzs who had wandered into the Whites' abode ask:

"Yeah what is wrong?"

"It is Adam... The barrier... The window...opened. He is not in bed."

"WHAT!?" Joan snaps. She runs into his room.

"I guess we aren't the only careless parents." Hannah whispers in her husband's ear.

"Shush! Really? I really can't get how you can be so childish sometimes." Louis scolds her.

"ARTHUR!" Arthur who is needed rushes into the room. "The roof. I smell his scent on the roof!"

"Alright. Louis!" Louis comes in. "He is on the roof. A little help?"

"Sure." He points his index finger to the ceiling and a yellow ray of light, like a laser, shoots to the ceiling. He makes a circular motion with his finger. He didn't cut the ceiling, but it was like a trace of the light was left and made a shining human-sized circle on the ceiling. The area covered by the circle starts to change. It becomes like a blurry glass. Then it becomes transparent making visible the dark night sky and the big full moon. "It is ready."

Getting the go-ahead, they move under the circle and with ease, like missiles, they go through the circular hole and land on the roof.

Back in the alley, Cyril is seated on a trash can getting a kick out of a show.

"Yeah. No duck. Give him a right, now a left..." He sits comfortably cheering on the four gang members who have turned on each other. They are fighting each other not pulling their punches like they never knew each other. They are stabbing themselves in the leg, guts and other places. Bash heads with bats and landing punches and kicks. Two are on the floor but still desperately fight like everything depends on it. *Sigh* "I have lost interest. You guys are no fun. Halt! Halt! I don't want you killing each other either." He snaps his finger and like a puppet without strings, all movements seize and they all fall to the ground.

He takes one of their phones and dials a number. When he finished dialling he calls and throws the phone on one.

"HELP! HELP PLEASE! " He screams. "I called the police for you so...stay safe." He walks off.