A Flutter of Wings
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Category:
G through L › Lost Boys
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,806
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Lost Boys, and I’m not making any money here either. But, I do believe David might have devoured Peter Pan. I’ve not seen the little bastard since.
Chapter Two
A Flutter of Wings
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, and I'm not making any money here either. But, I do believe David might have devoured Peter Pan. I've not seen the little bastard since.
Summary: "Oh, Lucy! Can Michael come out to play?" Santa Carla is full of strange people. Michael Emerson meets the strangest of them all, and then some. Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Two
Michael left Sam as he made his way into the local video and electronics store. It was just after sundown and there was a pretty girl running the cluttered register. She was busy with a frumpy looking customer, so he decided to look over the film section while he waited. There was one in particular that caught his eye. He had never seen The Howling before, but he had read the book.
“May I help you, young man?” A voice asked from behind him.
He turned around with the horror film in hand. The guy was tall and had on a thick pair of glasses. He smelled of wealth. The cologne was not cheap.
“My name is Michael and someone told me last night that you were looking for someone to work during the morning and afternoon shifts,” he said, placing the movie back down on the wooden rack. “I would like to work the afternoon shift.”
The older man looked him up and down with those metal rimmed eyes. Those glasses sort of made him look like a bug.
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be a senior,” he answered, suddenly realizing his mistake.
The man in the nice suit smiled. His teeth looked to be a little on the sharp side.
“School will be starting in two weeks,” he said, taking off his glasses. “If I let you start now, I will have to change your schedule about.”
“I could start now,” Michael told him, standing up straighter. “And when school lets out, I’ll come directly here.”
The owner scoffed. “If I had a dime for every time I heard that one.”
Michael looked away. If only he had lied. Now he’d never get that really cool jacket. He could have just worked for the two weeks and then dropped of the radar, if school was going to become problem.
“All right,” the owner said, putting his glasses back on. “Be here tomorrow at noon. You’ll be working till seven. And when classes start, it’ll be from three to eight.”
Michael almost threw up his hands in a loud victory whoop. He had a damn job. He could almost feel that black leather against his skin.
“But,” the man warned, holding up a finger. “Do not be late, Michael.”
Michael grinned from ear to ear, picking the film back up. Now that he had a job, he was going to treat himself.
“Thank you,” he told the guy, shaking his hand. “I won’t let you down…uh…”
“Max,” the owner told him, shaking back. “You may call me Max.”
Michael let go. The smile was still present on his face, but he suddenly felt chilled.
Shaking Max’s hand had felt like he had stuck his hand under a strong spray of ice water. Perhaps the guy just had poor circulation. Maybe he had the sugars or something.
Max walked off and Michael walked up to the counter, where the brunette was waiting. He placed the movie down.
“Six dollars,” she told him.
He paid her.
“I’m Spider,” she smiled warmly, taking his money, opening up the register to place it inside. “See you tomorrow, handsome?”
He nodded politely. His mom had taught him manners.
So, she had one of those names. It caused him to snort under his breath.
“See you,” she waved as he walked out the door. The bell above jingled once more as he exited.
“Did you get it?” Sam asked, looking up from one of his comics.
He quickly showed his little brother the horror film he had bought. It would make the brat sleep with his light on for a month.
“No way am I watching this,” Sam said, tossing it back to him. “I learned my lesson the last time, you jerk.”
“And they’re still going to get you, Sammy,” Michael laughed, walking beside him. “They want to slurp what little brains you have out your nose with a straw.”
Sam pushed at him. “Shut up.”
“Mm, tasty,” Michael licked his lips with his tongue.
“I’m warning you,” Sam growled, looking as if he were trying really hard not to smile at the obvious teasing.
“Come on,” Michael said, putting a brotherly arm around him. “I hear really loud music.”
“And I smell puke,” Sam said with a sour look on his face.
Michael had to look away. “That’s because you’re standing in it.”
He took off across the boardwalk with Sam yelling from behind. He was in such a good mood.
He had a job.
“Mike!” Sam roared. “Get back here!”
He made a promise. If he ever saw that spooky redhead again, he was going to treat him to a soda or something.
He laughed.
Of course he was going to see him again. Max was the owner and that made him the redhead’s father.
Wow. That must be some family portrait. He could only imagine. The guy’s mother must have been beautiful, because his father was rather forgettable in the looks department.
He was going to have to buy Sam some cotton candy now. It was the only way he was going to be able to get the brat’s forgiveness.
“Mike!” Sam wheezed, catching up to him, looking really pissed. Suddenly his eyes lit up as he was handed the treat of the gods. “Oh, blue…”
Michael rolled his eyes. That had been easy enough. It was so easy to distract him.
“Let’s go on the coaster,” Sam said, licking his sticky fingers. “We’ll see who can hold their hands up the longest this time.”
“All right,” Michael agreed. “And if you lose…”
Sam looked up at him. “I’ll do the dishes for a week.”
Michael thought that seemed fair enough.
“And if I win,” Sam went on, stuffing his face. “Instead of me having to mow the yard in the morning, you will.”
Michael shook his little brother’s hand.
He won, too.
“Come on, loser,” he said, pulling on him. “Let’s go listen to the music.”
“You cheated,” Sam whined, getting dragged along.
“No,” Michael told him once more. “The ride jerked, making my elbow hit you in the ribs. I have no control over gravity.”
“And I think you’re a liar,” Sam whined some more.
“You were going to have to mow the yard anyway,” Michael said, buying a hotdog from a vender. “Get over it.”
He handed one to him, too.
Sam took it with a muffled thanks, as he stuffed his face some more. When Michael wanted his little brother to do something, he just fed him. It got him whatever he wanted.
“Come on,” he told him, taking off. “I know this song.”
They walked across the boardwalk, running down the steps as if they were two moths heading towards a bright flame in the darkness.
To Be Continued…
Please review and tell me what you think.
--Flora.
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, and I'm not making any money here either. But, I do believe David might have devoured Peter Pan. I've not seen the little bastard since.
Summary: "Oh, Lucy! Can Michael come out to play?" Santa Carla is full of strange people. Michael Emerson meets the strangest of them all, and then some. Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Two
Michael left Sam as he made his way into the local video and electronics store. It was just after sundown and there was a pretty girl running the cluttered register. She was busy with a frumpy looking customer, so he decided to look over the film section while he waited. There was one in particular that caught his eye. He had never seen The Howling before, but he had read the book.
“May I help you, young man?” A voice asked from behind him.
He turned around with the horror film in hand. The guy was tall and had on a thick pair of glasses. He smelled of wealth. The cologne was not cheap.
“My name is Michael and someone told me last night that you were looking for someone to work during the morning and afternoon shifts,” he said, placing the movie back down on the wooden rack. “I would like to work the afternoon shift.”
The older man looked him up and down with those metal rimmed eyes. Those glasses sort of made him look like a bug.
“How old are you?”
“I’ll be a senior,” he answered, suddenly realizing his mistake.
The man in the nice suit smiled. His teeth looked to be a little on the sharp side.
“School will be starting in two weeks,” he said, taking off his glasses. “If I let you start now, I will have to change your schedule about.”
“I could start now,” Michael told him, standing up straighter. “And when school lets out, I’ll come directly here.”
The owner scoffed. “If I had a dime for every time I heard that one.”
Michael looked away. If only he had lied. Now he’d never get that really cool jacket. He could have just worked for the two weeks and then dropped of the radar, if school was going to become problem.
“All right,” the owner said, putting his glasses back on. “Be here tomorrow at noon. You’ll be working till seven. And when classes start, it’ll be from three to eight.”
Michael almost threw up his hands in a loud victory whoop. He had a damn job. He could almost feel that black leather against his skin.
“But,” the man warned, holding up a finger. “Do not be late, Michael.”
Michael grinned from ear to ear, picking the film back up. Now that he had a job, he was going to treat himself.
“Thank you,” he told the guy, shaking his hand. “I won’t let you down…uh…”
“Max,” the owner told him, shaking back. “You may call me Max.”
Michael let go. The smile was still present on his face, but he suddenly felt chilled.
Shaking Max’s hand had felt like he had stuck his hand under a strong spray of ice water. Perhaps the guy just had poor circulation. Maybe he had the sugars or something.
Max walked off and Michael walked up to the counter, where the brunette was waiting. He placed the movie down.
“Six dollars,” she told him.
He paid her.
“I’m Spider,” she smiled warmly, taking his money, opening up the register to place it inside. “See you tomorrow, handsome?”
He nodded politely. His mom had taught him manners.
So, she had one of those names. It caused him to snort under his breath.
“See you,” she waved as he walked out the door. The bell above jingled once more as he exited.
“Did you get it?” Sam asked, looking up from one of his comics.
He quickly showed his little brother the horror film he had bought. It would make the brat sleep with his light on for a month.
“No way am I watching this,” Sam said, tossing it back to him. “I learned my lesson the last time, you jerk.”
“And they’re still going to get you, Sammy,” Michael laughed, walking beside him. “They want to slurp what little brains you have out your nose with a straw.”
Sam pushed at him. “Shut up.”
“Mm, tasty,” Michael licked his lips with his tongue.
“I’m warning you,” Sam growled, looking as if he were trying really hard not to smile at the obvious teasing.
“Come on,” Michael said, putting a brotherly arm around him. “I hear really loud music.”
“And I smell puke,” Sam said with a sour look on his face.
Michael had to look away. “That’s because you’re standing in it.”
He took off across the boardwalk with Sam yelling from behind. He was in such a good mood.
He had a job.
“Mike!” Sam roared. “Get back here!”
He made a promise. If he ever saw that spooky redhead again, he was going to treat him to a soda or something.
He laughed.
Of course he was going to see him again. Max was the owner and that made him the redhead’s father.
Wow. That must be some family portrait. He could only imagine. The guy’s mother must have been beautiful, because his father was rather forgettable in the looks department.
He was going to have to buy Sam some cotton candy now. It was the only way he was going to be able to get the brat’s forgiveness.
“Mike!” Sam wheezed, catching up to him, looking really pissed. Suddenly his eyes lit up as he was handed the treat of the gods. “Oh, blue…”
Michael rolled his eyes. That had been easy enough. It was so easy to distract him.
“Let’s go on the coaster,” Sam said, licking his sticky fingers. “We’ll see who can hold their hands up the longest this time.”
“All right,” Michael agreed. “And if you lose…”
Sam looked up at him. “I’ll do the dishes for a week.”
Michael thought that seemed fair enough.
“And if I win,” Sam went on, stuffing his face. “Instead of me having to mow the yard in the morning, you will.”
Michael shook his little brother’s hand.
He won, too.
“Come on, loser,” he said, pulling on him. “Let’s go listen to the music.”
“You cheated,” Sam whined, getting dragged along.
“No,” Michael told him once more. “The ride jerked, making my elbow hit you in the ribs. I have no control over gravity.”
“And I think you’re a liar,” Sam whined some more.
“You were going to have to mow the yard anyway,” Michael said, buying a hotdog from a vender. “Get over it.”
He handed one to him, too.
Sam took it with a muffled thanks, as he stuffed his face some more. When Michael wanted his little brother to do something, he just fed him. It got him whatever he wanted.
“Come on,” he told him, taking off. “I know this song.”
They walked across the boardwalk, running down the steps as if they were two moths heading towards a bright flame in the darkness.
To Be Continued…
Please review and tell me what you think.
--Flora.