the misfits

Pilot: Ted

The pilot consists of three parts, each from the P.O.V.'s of the three boys.

I hope you'll like this.

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When I returned home that day, I was pretty drunk.

How many times I'd done that this very month, almost everyday if I am not mistaken.

It was pretty early that night though and I was really getting better at chugging down drink after drink without a second though and keeping it all down. Well, it was pretty early when I stumbled into my gates.

The lawn around me was lit up with numerous tiny little burled lights decorated around the bushes, looking almost as if they were all on fire but I'd already spent a good amount of time wondering about them before because they did that every night. Today, all of my focus was directed on keeping myself from falling face first into the paved pathway in front of me.

I had to get to the front door before my legs decided to give in.

As I said, I was getting better at this and soon enough with a good amount of stumbling and cursing, I finally managed to achieve the task. Thanks a lot to the bloody taxi driver who refused to drive up the meter long driveway.

Searching for the doorbell was an useless effort as I'd discovered long ago, I usually just banged the massive doors with random parts of my body until on of our twenty seven servants and maids hear me and come over to my aid.

I was just about to make my third kick when the door swung open inwards. The alcohol in my system didn't really help my balance as I stumbled over my own leg once and the world started to tilt at an horrible angel.

Well, so much for trying to protect my face.

The carpeted floor was only about a few inches away from my face when a pair of hands whipped out in front my me, stoping me mid air.

The person let out a string of weird words before the world tilted back into place and I was standing securely on my two legs.

"Ted?" the voice sounded very familiar and some tiny part of my brain set off in alarm but the burled part was pretty overpowering, making it impossible for me to form a clear thought.

At least the alcohol was doing its thing.

I shook my body, pointing towards where I assumed my stairs that eventually lead to my room might be. Either I misjudged or the person beside me didn't get me because not even a second later I was being dragged into the opposite direction.

"Ugh . . . just take me to my room!" I managed when we kept going on and on. I just need to fall unto my bed or I might pass out in the middle of the house plus things were starting to get less burly and that wasn't a good sign either.

"What the fuck!" I cursed almost to myself. The stairs are right next to our front door, at least they were this morning. Judging from the amount of time we were walking we were definitely not going the right way. I needed to do something but that would mean trying to get away from this person and trekking over to my room on my own.

I didn't trust myself enough to do that at the moment.

"Sir your ass down here." came a stern ordered as I was shoved down unto a soft cushion like thing.

The person was definitely not a servant.

The fact that things were not going the way they usually do and I wasn't in my bed right now brought back some of my senses. I wasn't in my bedroom but I was sitting on the couch in my living room. The lights were all almost shut off with only a few dim ones still kept on and I couldn't make much of anything.