Chapter Thirty Five Jessica hung around the old house, it had the same old tarp around it. She floated through the house, looking at the paintings. She wanted revenge against her death, but....she felt a sudden emptiness. It was Steve who had convinced her to do this, but.... "I still want to see that girl dead." She said to herself as she stopped in front of a picture on the wall. It was of all the muppets as babies, with Nanny behind them, her arms around them. They were all sitting on the couch, either looking at the camera or at her. Her vision fell on the twins, they were in the middle, near the bottom, hugging each other it seemed. No, they were fighting actually. Skeeter had a grip on Scooter's head, and it looked like she was also tugging on his shorts at the same time. He had both of his arms on her's. She laughed. "Even as babies, they must've fought all the time." She remarked, still to herself she thought. "They did not fight as much as you think, Jessica." A soft voice came from behind her. If Jessica were alive, and not a spirit herself, she would have felt the room go ice cold. "Who's there? Whatever, whoever you are, show yourself!!" She turned around suddenly, looking in all corners. The lights flipped on, of their own accord it seemed. The heater churned up, turning on. Walking down the hall, she stopped in front of the door. She heard soft steps inside the nursery, and the sound of boxes being moved around. Opening the door, she saw a pure white being, handling books very gently. Pulling them out one by one, flipping through the pages delicately, then placing them on the shelf. The being turned around, and glared at Jessica. "You've tried to hurt them." Her voice was soft and caring, yet angry. "You will pay for what you've done to them. You've hurt them....too much." "N...NANCY!?" Her eyes flew open, flattening against the wall, about to phase through it, then she did. Nancy set the book down, and followed, flying as fast as she did. "B-B-But....I...I couldn't help it. I had no...no room for them both!!" She stammered, as she stopped outside the house underneath a tree. Nancy was in front of her, glaring down at her hard. "I found out what you people do to those children that you adopt. But because it was legal and all, I couldn't stop you. Your family makes me SICK! You took children...just barely in Kindergarten even, and you.....you...." She shook her head, she couldnt' even bring herself to say it. Jessica hung her head down low, settling down on the ground. "We trained the children for our own army. Yes. Either they joined our army, or if they tried to revolt, the national army, so they wouldn't talk of it at all. Skeeter was a....prime candiate. She was strong, in will and in body." "How in all the world would you even KNOW that!?" She exclaimed, getting a bit more excited. She felt like just blasting Jessica away down to the pits of torture where her Father sent spirits who have done unspeakable things. "Steve...my husband....he has many informants and....oh...." She didn't want to speak anymore. She curled up on the ground, and she felt cold for some reason. Though no blood could go through the spirit, she felt ice cold down to her heart. Nancy sat down, watching Jessica. She closed her eyes, and shook her head. "So, who saw them? Who noticed them?" "Professor Krassman!!! The two boys he picked up, told him of how strong Skeeter was, and how she was fearless it seemed, and they were really sad to have lost a good friend like that, and....those two boys pratically told Krassman everyone's life stories. So...Steve talked to him sometime after that, and then we decided to adopt Skeeter." "But what about Scooter? Why wouldn't you pick him as well. Despite this was some unholy thing you two were doing, you couldnt' even stand to adopt him, keep them together!?" Jessica shook her head, looking at Nancy. "He...was too weak. And cautious, also he....well, those boys apperently called him a wimp. He was too strong in mind, but not enough in brute strength. Not to say Skeeter isn't smart of course, but she wasn't able to truly connect what we were doing, until..." She stopped speaking, watching Nancy's expression change from horror to just plain out and out anger. "Okay. So because Scooter's apperently a wimp, and his sister's Wonder Woman, you don't adopt both of them, only Skeeter. In some way, I can understand that. I hate that you did that, of course; but it does...make some kind of twisted sense. But...why did she shoot you both?" Jessica placed a hand over her heart, and looked straight at Nancy. "Steve tried to kill her one night. She was training with a rifle, in the pouring rain. It was drenching everything out there, and she already had the flu to begin with...." --------------- "COME ON SKEETER!! GET ONE STRAIGHT SHOT, AND YOU CAN GO TO BED!!!" Steve shouted in Skeeter's ear, as she held the rifle in her shaking hands. It was drenching rain and small hail outside. It was a terrible summer storm. So the heat didnt' make it any better at all. She was sneezing and coughing, trying to keep that darned rifle straight, and hit the moving target at least once. Then she could go inside get some medicine and go to bed. But her hands didnt' want to cooperate anymore. She stood up, and handed the rifle to him, her body soaked through, even to her underwear. She was wearing full fatigues, with heavy military boots on. At 18 years old, she knew how to shoot a gun and a rifle, how to build and dismantle a campsite in under 3 minutes. And she had extensive survival skills. But she still couldn't shoot a rifle or a gun properly in the rain or snow; she had only mastered the wind and of course normal conditions. She shoved the rifle towards him, and started marching back towards the house. "Do you want me to die out here, Steve!? I've got the flu, we'll try again tommorrow!!!" She was so angry at him. He pulled the whistle out and blew it hard, the shrill noise made her stop in her tracks. "SKEETER RENEE GROSSE!!! ABOUT FACE, AND MARCH YOUR LITTLE *** RIGHT BACK OVER HERE!! YOU WILL DO THIS AGAIN, UNTIL YOU HIT THAT ****** TARGET ONCE!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, MAGGOT!?" She grabbed the rifle, and she got back against the foxhole. She was about to throw the rifle down and run away actually. She suddenly felt cold metal against her head. His voice was smooth, and chilling. "Try any funny games, maggot. You just go ahead and try me. I'll make you meet your mother today, and no one will care a lick about you. See those hills out there?" He pointed out to the many hills and dips in the large backyard, most of which was actually a training course. He smirked, pushing the gun tighter against her head. "Those...used to be your siblings. Before you and many others came." Skeeter's eyes opened wide, and she kept her vision tight on the range, her left hand balancing the rifle. She reached down silently, and in one swift movement, ducked out of the way of his gun, and tried to shoot him. She barely missed, hitting his shoulder. "You STUPID LITTLE *****!!!" He yelled, as he reeled back, the gun dropping from his hand, Skeeter had a nice burn mark against her head now, from the bullet of his gun. She grabbed the rifle and pointed it at him. "You want to see moving target pratiatce, Steve?" She said, coldly. Steve already had his gun again, in his hand, it was a second one in his pocket. He had it pointed at her chest now. "You shoot me, and I'll shoot you." He replied, smirking. It was a showdown for more then 5 minutes, until the door opened. "WILL YOU TWO STOP WITH ALL THAT TRAINING AND GET INSIDE THE HOUSE, PLEASE!?" Jessica yelled from the front door, startling them both. A shot was heard, ringing throughout the yard. Steve fell dead on the grass, the blood mixing with the rain. Quite suprisingly, Jessica fell as well. Skeeter thought, from seeing her husband dead. His gun had fired off, as he was falling to the ground. Jessica was dead, almost instantly. Skeeter gathered up all her supplies, and stuff that she could carry, and that day, she ran, and she never looked back.