Elementals (A Creepypasta Story)

Return to Pasta Mansion

    The next few years went by with RJ still working that horribly hard job but getting good money, the four children still going to school and making dinner, breakfast, and lunch for him so he didn't have to do it himself. The four children were seventeen years old now and in high school. They always helped each other with their homework, never alone. They had jobs as well, contributing to the money that RJ had gotten over the years. By now, as a total, they had a few million dollars in a bank account, making them the richest in the neighborhood.    

    As Catherine was walking down to the grocery store to buy some food, she heard footsteps behind her, making her stop and turn to face whoever it was. She found herself face-to-face with LJ.

    "Cathy?" LJ asked, surprised.

    Catherine stared at him in surprise, not used to seeing him outside in the daytime. Before she could speak, he had grasped her arm and teleported away. They arrived in the living room of the Pasta Mansion, startling the occupants.

    "What the —" Jeff began only to cut himself off, staring at Catherine.

    "I found Cathy," LJ said, hand on her shoulder.

    Jeff shot to his feet, his expression hopeful. He started forward hesitantly, eyes searching Catherine's face.

    "Cathy?" Jeff asked quietly, his voice full of hope.

    Catherine looked at him carefully, unsure of his intentions. Jeff gently touched her face as though to confirm that she was, indeed, real. When he realized she was real and not a hallucination or something, he hugged her tightly to him, crying.

    "Oh, Cathy! You've come home!" Jeff cried, alerting the rest of the mansion to the girl.

    Tim and Brian ran in, eyes wide upon seeing her. They raced over and pulled her into a tight hug. Catherine stiffened as Tim came to her. She didn't mind Brian hugging her, but she wasn't sure she liked having Tim this close. She pulled away, eyeing Tim distrustfully.

    "You are not leaving this house again, young lady. You'll get caught again," Tim ordered, eyes narrowed.

    Catherine snorted, a smile gracing her lips.

    "You think you can keep me here? When I don't wanna be here? You have another thing coming, sweetheart," she said with a shake of her head.

    "Why don't you want to stay here?" Jeff asked, crestfallen. "Do you not like us?"

    "Look, I have a family and home. That doesn't include you. Not anymore, at least. I can't stay here. I've never belonged here, and I never will. Trust me on that. I'm special in a way that you can't understand," Catherine told him sadly. "Besides, Tim doesn't want me near him."

    "What on earth do you mean? Of course I want you near me. That's why you're not to leave this house," Tim said, frowning.

    "Great. So I go from an underground prison to the prison I thought I escaped from forever. Lovely, isn't it?" Catherine sneered, crossing her arms.

    "What has gotten into you?" Tim demanded, concerned. "The Catherine I know would never say things like this."

    "The Catherine you knew is dead. She's been replaced with a version of herself that fears nothing. I'm the Catherine that replaced her forever. Sorry about that. Oh wait. I don't really care," Catherine snapped angrily. "The Catherine you knew was weak, afraid, obedient. The Catherine I am now is not afraid of anything and is not going to be told what to do. I'm not a slave to be pushed around."