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The Misfit Players: The Beginning *Chapter Thirteen Posted*

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« Reply #15 on: July 19, 2010, 09:09:00 am »

AN: Hope you’re enjoying the fic so far Cheesy I’m enjoying rewriting the original chapters three and four and making the story flow faster hopefully while adding in some more characters :3 And if you couldn’t tell from the title of the fic currently, this part is just the beginning, I plan to do a couple different sections, the next one in the series being when Dustin joins the Misfit Players and some of their adventures.

Now let’s see, this chapter features Reggie as well as our girl Abby. The main thing I really wanted to include here was one of Baki’s characters, Cillian Fickenaur xD I hope you guys like him! I certainly love what he brings to the story ^_^ Special Thanks to Baki for letting me use him in the fic! He’s going to do great (evil muwahahaha) things for sure.

All right, enough with putting this series on hold hahaha! It’s time for a new chapter and that’s what you guys are getting :3 Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ok, so I don’t own Cartoon Network, its characters or shows. I just own this fanfiction as well as my original characters.

Chapter Eight:

   The Hawthorne household was void of life, the only movements being the shadows dancing across the walls. The depleting sunlight poured through the windows, only being halted by a single figure from the outside.

Abby didn’t know why she had ended up back at that house but there she was, standing on the Rude Boy’s front porch in silence. She knew that no one was home; Abby had watched the entire neighborhood panic and dash for the docks, the Hawthorne’s included. However, something was there and its aura was strong.

“Does this feeling have something to do with Rude Boy?” Abby questioned, inching closer to the door. “Maybe I should just…”

“Well, this is a surprise. A young girl standing on our front porch; you a friend of Dustin’s?”

The brunette tensed at the voice, ripping around in surprise. Her green orbs were wide as she started at the rugged man approaching the house, a smirk painted on his face.

“Ah, I was just…”

“Yeah, you must be here for Dustin. Good for him,” the man chuckled before strolling past the girl, turning the knob on the door. “You do know though that there’s a panic going on though right? I mean, if you look to the sky you could probably tell this isn’t just your average day.”

Abby watched the man carefully as he walked into the house, his gaze switching from room to room as he gliding through the halls.

“Everyone in the house left already for the docks, if that’s what you’re here for,” Abby whispered, staring over at the man as he continued to scout the house. “I was just coming to make sure everyone got out safely. And it looks like they did.”

“Yeah, I know they did. Bet my family’s in a panic over at the docks,” the man replied, disappearing down one of the halls. “Come in if you’d like.”

Abby tiptoed into the house, confused at what was occurring. The man was obviously the father of the Rude Boy and he returned home, even though he knew his family was at the docks waiting for him.

“Um, excuse me sir…shouldn’t you also be at the docks then?” Abby questioned, glancing over the family pictures adorning the halls of the living room. “I know I saw all three of them leave, so there isn’t anyone left here.”

“I know, my family wouldn’t wait around here when they know the best place for us to meet up is where the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.s are,” the brunette heard the man’s voice from one of the back rooms. “I’m here for a different reason. Just give me a few moments and all be done all right?”

Several minutes passed before the man stumbled around the corner, a small item concealed in his fist as he smiled. Abby continued to watch the man like a hawk, unable to really understand what was going on. All the brunette could tell was that whatever was in that man’s hand was what had that strong aura.

“Man, I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude, I didn’t introduce myself,” the man held out a hand to the girl. “My name is Reggie Hawthorne; I’m Dustin’s father.”

‘So that’s the Rude Boy’s name?’ Abby gave a slight smile while shaking the man’s outstretched hand. “My name is Abigail Louis and I met your son Dustin recently. He’s an interesting character.”

“Ha, that’s my boy. Well, I’m going to head off to the docks now to meet up with my family,” Reggie led the girl outside, closing the door behind him. “Will you be joining us on the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.s? I’m sure your parents must be worried.”

Abby’s green orbs avoided Reggie’s gaze for a moment, taken aback by the comment. However, she shook it off and eyed his clenched fist.

“I’ll be heading there soon. I’m looking for someone currently,” the brunette whispered. “I have a question for you if you don’t mind me asking. What is that thing you have clenched in your fist?”

Reggie’s smile widened as he pushed past the girl, strolling down the sidewalk and into the emptied street. Abby stared in confusion, a little annoyed once Reggie sent a wave over his shoulder. So that’s where Dustin got his rudeness from; like father like son. At least Reggie had the decency to at least introduce himself.

“You’ll see soon enough, Miss Abigail!” Reggie called out, breaking Abby out of her thoughts while he continued down the road. “You’ll see soon enough!”


   His leg muscles ached with each step Dustin took, his speed getting him through the town’s streets with little difficulty. The left-alone cars parked in the traffic were a bit of a hassle, but the teen eventually making it past the ocean rental shops. Dustin knew his father was close, he could feel it in his gut. Now all he had to do was get past all the buildings into his neighborhood and…

   SLAM! Dustin staggered backwards onto the hard pavement, his fingers gracing his left cheek. The teen was speechless for a moment, unable to follow exactly what had happened.

   “Well, would you look at that? Seems a pest just rushed right into my perfectly innocent crowbar and left some blood on it.”

   Dustin was brought out of his thoughts by the voice, his aquamarine eyes glancing up to see a man in very businesslike attire, his attire white save for his pitch black tie. The man was eyeing the teen, his dark orbs full of hatred. A crowbar rested in the man’s grasp, ready for its master to wield it how he saw fit.

   “You should pay for splattering your worthless blood on my crowbar’s polished surface,” the man spat out, extending the crowbar to lift up the fearful teen’s chin. “Now apologize or die…wait, what is the point of giving you the choice? You’re going to die anyway.” 

-End Chapter Eight-
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