Me, Myself and Him (a gravity falls fanfiction)

...The Storm

That night I watched Bill do the regeneration thing again. This time I didn't those under the covers. I sat up and watched him.

"I'm warning you, Shooting Star," Bill said as he pulled out the pocket knife, "if I'm interrupted during this it could have grave consequences."

"Sure." I nodded. But then just as he was about to slit open his wrist I said, "wait, just one question. Why does the regeneration differ? Like, why do you get different amounts every time?"

"It depends on a lot of things. Pine trees mood, my mood, and the amount of magic you out into it. Like if I hadn't used the magic I had gained last time, and then put all of it into the spell tonight, I would get supercharged." Bill said.

"Cool! So then, why don't you wait a few days and get super strong?" I asked.

"Its unstable. Especially with Pine tree and me. A regeneration spell is hard enough to control with one person, but with two in one vessel its almost like putting your life on the line every time you do the spell. It all depends on how different our goals and emotions are. For example, during the first few months after Wierdmageddon we were pathetically weak, because Pine tree and I kept fighting." He explained.

"Mhmm." I nodded, only fifty percent sure of what he had actually said.

"Now quiet." I flinched involuntarily as Bill sliced my brother's arm and let him bleed onto the floor. He began saying the words to the spell. I stayed dead silent as he started. The chalk star absorbed the blood and glowed red, then gold, and then lifted into the air as a gas, which Bill breathed in deeply. And then sighed in relief as the candles levitated and began spinning around him in a tight circle.

"Not too bad today, not like the other night but better than yesterday's." Bill clicked his neck and then blinked. "Goodnight Mabel." Dipper yawned.

"G'night Dipping sauce." I yawned and fell onto my pillows. I glanced to the side. Dipper climbed into bed, lay down on his back and crossed his arms. He looked like he was in a coffin. He closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. He couldn't have fallen asleep that quickly, could he?

I looked up at the rafters. Moonlight shone through the window. And a shadow passed over it.

I sat up. Wow. Another supernatural thingy maybe?

I gasped. No... A Vampire?

I climbed out of bed. And something black shattered through our window.

I screamed and Waddles, who had been sleeping on the end of my bed, squealed loudly and took off out of our room through the open door. A second shape followed the first, and both landed on the floor between our beds. The two figures stood up. They looked like people. And then what looked like a dozen more came rushing through the door.

Three red lights collected on my nightie, over my heart. I looked up to see the lights coming from long thin sticks the creatures were holding. Wait, guns?

"Make a move or a sound, and you and your Demon there is dead." A voice said.

A man stepped forwards and took off the ski mask. It was that Government guy. Marcus Colman.

"Colman! Why- what- I mean, Demon? I don't know a demon!" I panicked.

"Liar." Colman waggled his finger at me. He glanced at Dipper's bed. "Wake him up."

Amazingly, Dipper hadn't even woken up?

I gaped. One soldier poked Dipper with his gun. "Wake up!" He yelled harshly.

"Not now Grunkle Stan." Dipper mumbled. Then opened his eyes. They glowed in the dark. A bright yellow. And then he snapped up, grabbing the soldier by his neck and twisting the gun out of his hands. Red dots covered him from head to foot.

"Drop the soldier demon, or we'll shoot." Colman ordered.

"Do you think those pathetic bullets of yours will harm me? I've been alive since you're ancestors were monkeys, picking fleas off each others heads." Bill snarled, "you let me and the girl go or you'll all soon... Regret it." In the moonlight, a twisted, insane smile grew on my brother's mouth.

"We have a hostage situation. Target is hostile. Do we have clearance to shoot?" Colman remained calm, talking into his headpiece.

"Don't try to intimidate me!" Bill snarled. He dug in his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife and in one swift movement sliced the soldier's throat. He barely had time to struggle. I gasped.

"Number seven down! I repeat down! Permission to shoot men!" Colman ordered.

And nine triggers were pulled, all of them aimed at my brother.

I screamed. And Bill stumbled as he was hit. I saw red dots on him. They didn't glow. They didn't seep into his clothes like blood. Were they...

Tranquilizer darts.

As I realised this, I felt a sharp sting in my neck. I touched my neck and pulled out my own dart. I blinked. My vision blurring. And then my body refused to work anymore. I fell onto my bed, and as my eyes closed I heard fading voices that sounded like they were from a dream.

"Mabel! Let my niece go!"

"You bastard! Let them go!"

"Why are you... This..."

"Ford? Ford! Wake up! Wake... Up..."

"Sir we have the Pines family. *...* repeat, we have the two Pines twins and the niece, the Demon has been *...* and contained *...* We're bringing *...* them all *...* in. *...*"

And then there was silence.