Code Violet

Chapter One: Drank One After Another.

*In other news the notorious serial killer James Curlew and his Wife, Rhonda Curlew, who help orchestrate multiple of the 15 killings, have finally been caught. They are facing the death penalty without a doubt, but are currently rotting in the Ryan Holland's penitentiary. The authorities are handling all their properties and personal assets*

"Will you turn that shit off!" My mom yelled at my brother Carson. He was checking the news for sports but ended up seeing the report on the two serial murderers. We are all relieved that the serial killer that had been tormenting a place two towns over for months was finally caught. Mom wouldn't let me go out to hang out with my friends because she was afraid I'd get murdered. I snuck out anyways though and I'm fine.

"Mom! Where's my twig!" Chase yelled from upstairs. His twig being his hockey stick. All three of us played hockey, like our dad before he died. He wanted all his sons to play hockey and growing up he taught us how. Luckily he had three boys. Me, Carter the best son, and the middle child, Carson the oldest and Chase the youngest. Can you tell my mom liked the letter C?

"It's down here in the porch! Did any of you eat dinner yet? You have practice in less than 30 minutes." My mom asked I yelled a quick yes before returning to watching my brother mindless flip through channels.

There were only four of us living in the house but it was still very chaotic. We were always rushing around for practices,games, out of town tournaments and school. Which I was failing anyways. My brothers weren't, but then again they had study dates with their girlfriends and I went out drinking and causing trouble with my friends. But mom was too busy to punish me.

"Guys get your butts into Carson's Car! You have ten minutes to get to the stadium!" My mom yelled. The dog started barking and the dishwasher was going the whole house was chaos so I happily grabbed my hockey bag and got up to leave.

"What's up Carter!" My friend Marcus, greeted me as I entered the changing room. My brother Carson was on my team but Chase was on a different one, we all had the same practice times though.

"Nothing much Marc, same old same old." I said nonchalantly as I set down my bag and started to get ready.

"Yo did you guys hear they finally caught that serial killer dude, James Curlew?" My friend Blake asked while slipping in his hockey gear.

"Hell yeah! That bastards getting the electric chair!" Chanted Marcus too excitedly.

"Did you watch the news?" Another friend Ryan asked "his wife, although she crazy, is actually hot as fuck! Did you see that ass!"

"Ryan has a killer kink!" Taunted Marcus while I laughed at them.

"More like crazy kink. Those people are obviously sociopathic and psychotic." Carson chimed in being the voice of reason.

"She's still hot though." Defended Ryan. We all rolled our eyes at his level of desperation as Kyle changed the subject.

"Damn Barron looking ripped!" Blake called my last name across the room as I changed out of shirt. I did gain a lot of muscle from working out and puberty. I'm 16 and Carson is 17 and we both look like we never leave the gym, guess it's just good genes. Chase however being only 14 looks a little scrawny.

"Just doing the same thing you guys are doing, playing hard." I Said the last bit while flexing earning laughs from the rest. "Come on lets go, we need as much practice as we can get before this game against Yorkville Tigers." And we ushered out of the room and on to the ice. Just another hockey practice.

"Woah that was rough." Marcus took his helmet and through it on the ground, his his blonde hair soaked with sweat. "I can't believe coach made us skate 50 laps. 50! At the end of practice!" He dramatically laid down on the ground pretending to die.