The Game Played By Four

Chapter One

*~Eight years later~*
Lock, shock, and barrel sat bored in the tree house, which even at this age, they demanded to live in.

Barrel, at the age of 13, was still quite short, and round about the middle. He still kept his hair perfectly gelled and combed back. He still stayed in the same costume style, and was used to his own deformed feet and didn't trip up as often. Unless lock or shock made him.

Lock, at the age of 14, was much taller and finally rose over shock. His teeth also grew sharper, along with is tail, which if sticking straight up, rose about an inch above his head. The barb at the end sharp, and often used as a weapon in his and shocks fights. His costume style was also very similar to his old one, it just showed more were and tear. And he still pulled his outfit together with to waxed horns.

Shock, now 15, was still the smartest, and still hated the fact that lock was leader of the trio. Her hair was as wiry as ever, no matter her attempts at brushing it straight. Her costume was simple as ever, save a few lace accents. She still wore a overly tall witch hat and rarely took it off, hiding the fact she was now shorter than lock.

"What are we Gona do now?" Barrel asked in boredom. He was hanging upside down off one of the shelves he had a stash of candy on, eating it by the hand full.
"Hmmmm..." lock said in thought, "pull a few pranks?" He suggested.
"We do that all the time!" Shock pointed out.
"Well, you got anything better?" Lock shouted back. When shock whent silent He lazily picked up a pumpkin bomb they use for pranks and tossed it up to the shelf barrel was on, causing him to tumble down. Suddenly shock got up and pulled back a curtain they used to cover the living bath tub. She started throwing various weapons in the tub, knives, bear traps, bombs, chains of different sizes. Lock and barrel looked at her with questioning looks.
"Come on!" She said gesturing towards the tub. Lock and barrel instantly realised what she ment.
Shock Sat in the front, lock in the middle, and barrel in the back piloting the strange mode of transportation. Shock lowered the draw bridge and they lumbered down the roots of the giant tree there house sat in and into the forest, all quite with excitement, the only sound the rhythmic walking of the tub