Tara-Marie Garvey is part of the goonies. What happens when Tara and her friends set out to save their homes.
I own nothing of the goonies except for Tara and anything else I come up with.
Will contain strong language.
Started: February 2021
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"𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝!"
"Now that sounds like a great idea." Mama Fratelli spoke up as the Goonies turned towards her. "You!" Mikey exclaimed.
"Outside!" The group all went outside, cautious of the weapons being pointed at them.
"This is war." Data spoke as he pushed to the front of the group. "Data no." "No, we will not be taken alive Mikey." "We? What do you mean we?"
Data opens up his coat, only to be socked in the face by his boxing glove, the Fratellis laughed at him. "Data is unhappy." He lets his pinchers of peril go and they latch right onto the crotch of Francis. "Ahh!"
"Let me help you brother!" Jake speaks.
Next a little suction cup latches onto Mama's gun, but instead of falling out of her hand, it pulled Data towards her.
"My gun." The firearm falls into the lower part of the ship.
"That's it, no more mr nice guy!" Francis exclaimed.
Jon grabbed Tara and pulled her to the side, removing all the gold from her pockets. "Why are you being like this?"
"You're mom's favourite, you always have been. Soon she won't have the little favourite around." Jon growled, roughly searching Tara's pockets.
"Is that what this is about?"
"You don't know shit Tara." Jon starts tying Tara's hands together tightly with rope.
"Please, I know that I have friends who care about me and will make sure that my story is told." She bit back at her older brother. "These guys? They'll drop you as soon as you've helped them!" She exclaimed.
"Don't listen to her Jon, you're a part of the family now." Mama Fratelli spoke with a smirk thrown towards the young girl.
Tara spat at the woman's feet. "Drop Dead"
Jon grabbed his sister's hair, making her cry out in pain. "You wanna play pirates huh? We'll play pirates march." Jon pushed Tara forward, as Mama pointed a sword towards the girl. "No, no." Tara muttered as she was forced towards the plank.
"We'll play pirates, now walk the plank."
"Tara!" Mouth went to move forward but was pushed to the deck by Jon.
"I'm not gonna be able to swim like this." Tara wobbled slightly on the plank. "Help!" She called shaking.
Tara's scream echoed through the cavern, as Mama Fratelli swung the sword towards her and she fell off the plank.
