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the chasse catastrophe

NOVEMBER TENTH 2010

"Man, you are so drunk!" Cried out Fred towards George, patting him as if proud of his fraternal twin. All the while, Gaia is happily humming to herself with one fuchsia earphone placed in her ear.

The three Chasse siblings had been wandering through the woods surrounding the town that they were currently residing in. Gaia and George had decided to take Fred for a little hike to try and console his recently broken heart. In all honesty, George and Gaia were secretly glad that Fred's girlfriend dumped him because Jenny, the now ex-girlfriend, was very plain and just all round boring. Plus, she did not deserve a person like Fred, he was kind and caring and very loving however Jenny was...not.

The whole day had consisted of the two younger Chasse's, George and Gaia, getting the oldest, Fred, drunk in an attempt to drown his feelings for Jenny.

And of course to try their dad's Jack Daniels.

"No, you're drunk!" Fred yelled back, slurring his words.

"Fred," Gaia started speaking, her voice soft and kind like her features--although her currently voice had a mocking edge to it, "George and I didn't even get a drop of that old man's whiskey." Then she and George started laughing, leaving Fred to chuckle confusedly. After clearing her throat, Gaia spoke again. "Shall we head back?"

"Holla!" Fred shouted in response.

"It's hella." Gaia sighed. "And I don't think you're using it in the correct context." Fred made a sound of discontent, it vaguely sounded like a 'meh'.

"Right, sister of mine," George said, almost skipping to Gaia, "I want to know what you're listening to."

Half listening, Gaia replied with what she usually replied to questions she couldn't be assed answering, by now, using the chavvy English insult was almost a reflex. "Your mum."

"Vas te faire encule." Fuck you, George responded in rapid French, which brought a smile to his and Gaia's face whilst Fred straggled behind them, stumbling on every small rock and stick.

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The three reached the driveway leading up to their house, Fred and George were howling with laughter at one of Gaia's anecdotes about her ex-boyfriend, James.

"...and then he pissed on the postman!" Gaia finished.

"He-he...pissed?!" George panted out, his words getting caught in his throat as he tried to breathe and laugh.

"Guys," Fred muttered, sounding more sober than he did five minutes before. Gaia and George ignored him.

"Oui, la bitte pissed on the postman, why do you think we didn't receive mail for a week?"

"That was your fault?" George scoffed. "That's why my acceptance letter arrived late!"

"Guys," Fred said again, sounding firmer now. He had stopped walking, finally catching the attention of Gaia and George.

"What is it? What's wrong?" George asked, running a hand through his black hair to brush the overgrown mop away from his face.

Fred opened his mouth but was cut off by Gaia--she interrupted people quite a bit. "The door." Her brothers stopped, the younger of the two was trying to assess what was wrong.

The door was wide open, but no one was stood in the doorway. The Chasse parents were very strict on conserving their energy so when possible, all doors and windows were shut. That and the fact that the supernatural could be chasing them at any moment were the main reasons they locked all doors.