Super Freaks

The Right Case; SURPRISE.

I woke up to some banging inside Hall's house, sounded like goddamn house wives tearing at each others throats in the kitchen with kitchen ware. So much for sleep.

  "Son of a bitch!" Hall cursed and a loud bang from what I assumed to be a pan falling clattered loudly onto the floor. I cringed as it swam through my ears hauntingly.

   I yawned and stretched lazily across my wet car hood, my front half all soggy and noticebly wet and damp.

   "Oh goddamnit...," I muttered as I pulled my hood over my head and crossed my arms, attempting to go back to sleep as it misted on my face. I groaned as another bang reverberated through the air followed by a string of curses that would have saliors rolling over in their graves.

      Surrendering to nature in defeat, I slid off the hood, my ass now 50 shades of wet, and began to walk into the house, hopefully something edible might be laying around.

   I found Hall, standing over the stove, pans littering the floor and multiple unknown substances cooking. I sniffed the air to test. sausage,

Bacon,

Eggs,

Hashbrowns,

Pancakes.

   "What are you doing, Hall? Cooking for the womens national peace confrence breakfast?" I asked sarcastically as a shiver shot through my spine and flared to the rest of my body. I stood in the kitchen door way then migrated to the table.

    I pulled out a chair in the kitchen table and sat down uncomfortably.

    "How was your night? Wet?" Hall asked then laughed as I mumbled something about drowning him in his own jokes.

  "How's your cut?" Hall asked as he pushed around the hashbrowns, causing the delightful sizzeling to stir and awaken my inner tummy demons again.

   "It's fine. It was just a scratch," I said dully and brushed it aside calmly.

   "That was alot of blood for a scratch," he said as he moved on and flipped a pancake.

   "I used a spell to stop the blood flow eventually. After that it healed nicely. At least we know my knife works," I smiled. Hall shook his head as he chopped a sausage in half in the pan.

    "Ya idjit," He mumbled.

  As Hall cooked breakfast, I went out into the garage to pull out all the tools I would need to begin to tune up my car before tonight's hunt.

   I searched around mosily, just poking around sluggishly for some reason. Today was just a chill day. The weather was slowing me down but I didnt mind, I had to be at the grave tonight, and hopefully it wouldnt be raining. Burning bones is hard in the rain.

   I sighed in contempt as I pulled out my beloved red tool box.

    I popped open the lid and sighed happily at all my shiny and rusty tools. I closed it up and then set it under my car outside to keep the rain from rusting it any further.

   I sat on the back of my car, the rain pouring down peacefully. This rain reminded me of one day at the circus in Salem.

  It was August, a wet season in Salem, and the day circus was slow in traffic. A sunday, where most town folks went to church like the good god fearing people they were. The acception was a few stranglers who were either regulars or tourists, but it was August, and the end of tourist season in Salem. The manager wanted the circus to stay another week in attempt to further bring in more cash, but it was a flop so far.