Swan Dive

Roger:

“PUT ME DOWN, ROGER!” His roaring temper bubbling to the surface as the terrace doors overlooking the diving pool appeared, causing Ben to take notice from his screaming tantrum as Randi poked his head out, looking like a mix between a zombie and Alfred Einstein with his shaggy blonde locks sticky up in all directions.

“Turn that Fucking song off and meet mom in the study. NOW!” Growling out in frustration, launching Ben’s thrashing ass over the stone balcony with a monstrous roar as his body cannonballed the crystal-clear water, shooting a tidal wave of crystalline sprays up and out.

“SCRUB YOUR BALLS AND ASS!” Pointing a stern finger at his shocked expression as he emerged from the water, coughing out a lung full of chlorinated water, tossing the gas-mask over the ledge with a middle finger salute.

“FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING PRICK ROGER!” His growling temper echoing through the hallway, slapping the water surface as Randi and Rex looked over the balcony ledge with dark chuckles. Listening to Ben exit the pool with a tirade of curses and other words unknown to the human vocabulary.

“You two, follow me.” Motioning to them with my finger, slipping down the side hallway toward our personal entertainment room, where Chris currently resided with Elicia’s phone, playing her unique assortment of music while sulking over the security footage from our club.

“Who’s next on the list?” Randi grumbled under his breath, receiving a pointed glance over my shoulder as Rex chuckled with a shake of his head in skepticism at the whole situation.

“Chris.” Growling out, feeling the last of my drunken buzz fading away with each approaching step, snap kicking the double-doors open to Chris sprawled out on the dark gray sectional.

“Get up! Shut that shit off, mom wants to see you.” Walking around the darkened room, tapping the digital panel to increase the lights as Randi and Rex grabbed his arms, smacking his hands down as he pulled from their grips.

“Fucking Try Me!” Snapping a pointed finger, perking a brow at his amused expression, snapping our eyes to the courtyard door slamming.
Bang! Squeak. Splat. Splat. Squeak.

“ROGER!!!” Ben screamed darkly, sloshing and squeaking across the polished stone flooring as he stalked toward us, chuckling at his soggy state of appearance.

“Who ordered a side dish of “Soggy Asshole”?” Chris groaned out, stretching his slouched frame as he finally turned off the infamous “Queen of the Night aria” belting her operatic vocals through the echoing hallway.

“Fuck off Chris! This prick decided I needed to work on my fucking Swan Dive from the terrace balcony. So, how did I do, Roger?” Ben snapped his finger out like a sharpened knife, flinging water across Rex’s laughing ass as he hunched over gasping for breath.

“Definitely a TEN for uniqueness.” Randi belted out as Chris slowly came to life, smirking at first then doubling over in a strange chortling laughter.

“Oh, coming from the Frank-N-Furter of Einstein’s! Randi.” Ben rolled his head as he said his name, striking a mocking pose of a sultry tea-pot.

Well, at least mom’s idea is working. Three down, one more pain-in-the-ass to go.

“Save it for later. We still need to get Elias.” Pinching the bridge of my nose, lifting a brow at the chuckling scoffs and muted “whatever’s” as my eyes gazed up at four sets of gleaming orbs, because Elias was like the last Boss Battle of any good game.

“FUCK YEAH!” Chris jumped over the sectional, high-fiving Ben with a sloppy whack, elbowing Randi and Rex as they both cocked a suspicious expression in my direction.

“What are you NOT telling us, hmm, Roger?” Randi pointed a knowing finger at me, cupping his chin between his forefinger and thumb with glowing greenish-red orbs.

“Oh, not much, just Mom had to tranquilize him from going ballistic.” Grinning at their surprised expressions turn evil like the Grinch, sharing a sinister chuckle between them as Chris jumped over the sectional, switching the surround over to the whole castle as “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor” blared throughout the whole castle and courtyards.

The stampede of sharp heels sounded from the hallways, signaling the guards and housekeepers to seek safety in the main castle, while my brothers and I, along with “Chip and Dale” tamed the sedated beast.

“Mom said to use a Cattle Prod.” As we rushed down the hallway, pushing open the massive black lacquered double-doors, hearing the faint mumblings of Elias around the divider wall carved in a crimson granite with black and gold embellishments along key points of Dante’s Inferno.

Dad explained to us that this was once his room, that him and his twin, Helmer, requested this stone mural be placed at the entrance to remind them of the evils that walked among the Realms. Once a certain line was crossed, it would mean either you succumbed to the evil or fought back to overcome it and learn from one’s misguidance.

“Got the Zapper.” Ben chuckled darkly as he stepped up to the black and crimson draped poster-bed, taking position to “poof” into the arena once Elias was zapped to the Heavens, before plummeting into raging beast-mode.

Holding up three fingers, nodding to them to prepare for countdown…3…2…1.. Ben rammed the crackling rod into Elias’ ass cheek, jolting him upright like a fish jumping from the water as we each grabbed a limb “poofing” into the secured arena with triple-prism barriers to contain any energy blasts. Stepping back quickly as Elias growled and snarled into the dirt floor, slamming his fists with a rippling quake of energy rolling through our bodies as his glowing orbs of golden amber snapped up to meet me head-on.

“Roger!” Shivering in excitement as my name rolled off his tongue in a demonic growl, chuckling at the steamy wisps lofting from his disheveled locks, springing to his feet with a thunderous roar as fiery arrows launched from his fingertips. Quickly slicing my palm, smearing the blood onto my other palm pressing out to deflect the flying arrows as the guys dodged and jumped out of the way.

“DAMN THAT WAS CLOSE!” Chris turned his smoldering ass cheek out, patting the flickering flame with his palm as Elias took his next stance, circling his palms around like he was holding a ball, thrusting out as crackling fire balls launched out, exploding the ground into a dusty wall of gritty dirt.

Prepared for another attack as fiery whips sliced through the dusty cloud, dodging the first one as the guys split-up, throwing up quick shields to deflect the whips as they snapped and cracked against their translucent sheets of energy. Hearing the scraping of foot falls as Elias sliced through the dusty wall with his flying superman, smacking his fist away at the last second, elbow checking his neck as he tumbled to his knees.

“Enough.” Commanding him in our link as his blazing ambered orbs, sliced through me in a cold shiver, staying on-guard as he slowly stood dusting off his shredded sweats with a grumbling snarl.

“Fuck off”. He snarled in our link, smirking at my unamused expression.