Miss Flower

|Chapter 8| Idea Board

  It's been two days and still barely any improvement, the only thing Derick knows is that a quote on quote 'monster' or 'alien' or 'mutant' or all of the above  killed his mother. And he doesn't want to wait until another break to finish what has started. Just like his mother said, 'If someone hit you and start a fight, you end it.' Although, she missed the part where it involved something that is probably ten times bigger than him or better yet something that can move at a rapid speed. Last night he was thinking about how whatever it is got his mother, and why it didn't go to any other houses. It is quite strange how something that seems to have a violent tendency not be aggressive to it's fullest. Just like yesterday, he rolled around in bed. He didn't wanted to face his family, considering he was not the happiest around them and also because he did have a nightmare so he is a bit tense.

   His nightmare started with him waking up in the same bed, although the room was much smaller than how it actually was. And everything was pitch black even though everything had a white tint to it.From there, he got up out of bed and started to walk to the bedroom door. It was open, yet he couldn't see what was beyond the door. He could hear whispers coming from outside, but he didn't dare to go out. Instead he turned on the lights, hoping that would help him see better in the room. The light didn't immediately turn on, but it did and it burned brightly. So bright as if it was a flash-bang. And he could hear his died mother calling, "Derick~ ,sweetie, it is time to go home." And with that he woke up.

 After a good minute of not getting up, he gave in and got up out of bed. It was still pretty dark outside considering it is 4 in the morning. It was early enough for him to sneak out, which would work this time since Quinn is fast asleep and does only wake up around 5 and 6 'o clock. With out another thought he started to semi try to be fast but is still very slug-ish in the morning.
He wore the closest thing to hand, which so happened to be a blue shirt and black shorts.
    Before leaving completely, he wrote a letter and rested it on the table in the dinner room. Which reads:
    'I am out with my friends, don't worry about me. Honestly, forget about me.' 
Technically this is not sneaking out, but it is something like that.

     Out the door he went, thirty minutes to five so he had some time to spare considering Quinn wouldn't catch him and his friends probably aren't up at this time. So he just walked where his legs carried him, although he was a bit careful with this considering the last time he did this he was lost by a shop. As he walked he was bored out his mind, he didn't wanted to think about the weird monster thing because slowly and unconsciously he was becoming paranoid that whatever that thing was. Is coming for his friends and himself, oh and his new family but he didn't care about them that much. He doesn't want them died or anything, cause he would feel slight pity not sympathy but pity. Maybe if they would just disappear, then he would feel a little better. 

  Before he knew it, he was basically thinking about everything and anything as his body worked automatically on it's own. After a good moment of thinking deeply, he quickly snapped back into reality as he feel himself stop. He was right in front his old house, which was under investigation now, it was a little bit shocking to know that they actually started trying to help do sometime but they are too late. It was also very overwhelming  to just be a few feet away from the most tragic event of his life ,for now of course, it was almost intoxicating. All that grief and anger that suddenly washed over him at that time, he stared at the house covered in caution tape for a little bit before carrying on with his day. It would be a waste of time to watch it any farther, he needs to get his revenge and fast.

     The sun was starting to rise so it has to be going to be 6 o clock sometime soon, he better go and trouble his friends now. He walked not too far to get to the triplet's house and knocked on the door, no one answer. So he knocked on the door again but harder, and still no answer. 'They must be deep in sleep.' He thought before knocking one last time, this time he saw Cail. In what seems to be in a white baggy shirt which covers just below his knees, he also seemed to be wide awake.So he must of been waiting on Derick, Cail leaned on the door frame. Studying Derick's expression to get a feel of how he should greet him, studying his expression is quite blank he would just try something more cheery. "Hi flower, what brings you at this time by my house?" Cail asked with a small smile. Derick sighed and crossed his arms, "You and your sisters sure do like wasting a lot of time. Don't you?" he asked with a slight head tilt before speaking again, "Use your big brain, you're older than me. Aren't you? Use your wisdom." He said with a smirk, clearly meaning it in a playful way and not in a aggressive way.

    "Well, you are here for that thing  you asked from us." Cail said in a suggestive tone as he crossed his arms too. "The Idea Board you wanted, so we could put any information we found on there." Derick nodded, before speaking again. "Alright, then. Can I come in while we wait on the others?" He said calmly, Cail moved out of the way and Derick entered the house.Now it's just the waiting game.