Danger Zone (Venturiantale Fanfic)

Chapter 1-Saint Patrick's Day

  An unnatural quiet lay over the house, sun shining through slanted curtains and decorating the beech wood floors with spots of golden light. A sudden crash and breaking of glass erupted the peace and a very small man in a green tux went sprinting down the stairs.

  Two children followed the little man, a teenage boy and a young girl both wielding butterfly nets held together with shiny silver duct tape. The kids went sailing down the stairs after the man in the green tux, their sneakers slapping against the floors with loud bangs.

  The young girl, clad in khaki shorts and a puffy pink tutu, lunged forward, slamming her butterfly net to the ground and just barely missing the little man. With this near miss, the little man squeaked in surprise and ran faster, whisking around a corner and into a small lounge, a rather fat man deep in slumber on the couch.

  With a deep breath, the teenage boy pulled the collar of his deep blue denim jacket up and tiptoed cautiously into the lounge, the girl with the tutu close behind. The little man in the green tux slipped under the TV cabinet beside the doorway, breathing in quick sharp breaths.

  Silence fell again as the two children slunk around the small lounge, their butterfly nets at the ready. The little man army crawled out from under the TV cabinet, his breath held in his beating chest so as to not draw attention to himself.

  But as he creeped briskly out of the doorway the young girl spotted him from the corner of her eye and followed silently. The little man jogged to the left of the doorway, his sights set on a cat flap at the front door. The young girl raised her butterfly net and swiftly brought it down on the little man in the green tux, trapping him underneath.

  The girl whooped with joy, the teenage boy joining in as he saw her fasten the opening of the net closed with a broken Yo-Yo string. A loud snort came from the small lounge as the two children passed it by, their cheers of victory awakening him from his nap.

  The fat man blinked open his eyes with a scowl and addressed the teenage boy out of obvious habit. “Billy! Why you yellin’ so early in the mornin’?” He shouted in a voice like gravel. Billy halted in his track, turning to face the fat and clearly balding man.

  “Mornin’ Papa! It’s almost dinner time and Mama Gertrude asked Sally and I to catch a leprechaun for an appetizer! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!” He blubbered quickly, grasping the young girl’s hand and pulling her away from the lounge, back toward the stairs. He didn’t feel like facing his Papa after waking him up.

  Taking a right he entered a small dining room, a rather tiny kitchen placed just behind it. An open counter separated the dining room and the kitchen, and a woman in her mid thirties stood with her back facing the dining area. As Billy and his sister Sally neared the woman, the little man in the green tux struggled to break free from the butterfly net.

  The woman turned from the counter and slipping off a purple oven-mitt and brushing a stray wisp of her bright ginger hair behind her ear. Billy strode right up to her, and she patted his shoulder, a loving smile on her face. “Good job hun!”

  Sally pushed her way around her older brother, sporting a frown and holding up her butterfly net. “Hey, mama! I’m the one who cwaught it! Not hiwm!” Sally informed, handing her the net with the leprechaun.

  Mama Gertrude laughed a bit, ruffling Sally’s dark brown hair, which was fastened in a warrior’s tail. “That’s okay, Billy still helped, right?” Sally shrugged, fluffing up her tutu as Gertrude lifted the butterfly net into the air to peer at the petrified little man. “Okay, let’s get him out.”

  Gertrude untied the broken Yo-Yo string and reached into the butterfly net, grasping the leprechaun in her tight grasp. She gasped as the little man in the green tux sprouted fangs and bit her hand. Billy and Sally screamed shrilly as Gertrude impulsively flung the toothed leprechaun across the room and he sprinted away.