And Chaos Interrupted

James Bookings, Dave Erickson, Vincent Geraldine, Edward Tyson, Jeremy Caplet, Hunter Callis, Joshua Malachi, Michael Calamere, Alrick and their writer Emily Thorne sit at home. Emily struggles with her writer's block and can't figure out what to write next. Meanwhile, it is slowly creeping closer and closer to dinner time, but there isn't food to eat. To top it all off the neighbors outside are building a new deck and making a lot of noise. Everyone is restless. Occasionally, they try to help Emily come up with something to write, but at the same time bored out of their minds...

"Maybe you should try writing a short story." James suggests to Emily as they stare at the computer screen. James was a high school student who graduated with the highest grades in the class, and a person who constantly had premonitions of the next day. He had short sandy hair and light green eyes. With a height of 5' 9" and average looks, he claims he would have gone unnoticed in school if it weren't for his intelligence. He was actually quite popular in school, along his best friend Andrew. Emily hoped that with his brains he could come up with something, but being only a character she wrote herself, he wasn't much help.

"If I were to write a short story, what would the story be about?" Emily looked at him with her eyebrow raised and an expression that said, "You see the problem now?"

"I don't even see the point of writing right now," Edward Tyson sat on the couch across the room watching the TV, "Instead, we should do something a little more productive than sitting in front of a laptop." Edward being the CEO of his company has a physical condition that limits his activity. Too much emotional stress or movement such as running put his life at risk.

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk Ed! Being the one sitting in front of the TV, why don't you do something productive?" Emily shouted at him.

"Great idea! Since I can’t do much, how about you develop my character a little more? I'm tired of being the bad guy with a health problem. Also, I hardly even have a past, much less a life! How about that? Yeah, write about me!"

"Keep your voice down, there are other people living in this complex." Emily tried to lower her voice.

"Ha! Not like that matters!” Dave Erickson stood in the kitchen twirling a knife in his hand, “the people in the building next to us are so noisy making their new deck.” Dave was an infamous serial killer. He killed not only for the enjoyment he received from it, but also watching families suffer through the loss of a loved one. He was not someone to easily trust just because he gave you a reassuring smile. His over confidence has yet to get him into trouble. He has buzzed cut black hair and dark brown eyes.

Bang, bang bang! The nail gun sounds. It wouldn't have been so bad to deal with as long as the noise was consistent, but it wasn't. The gun would go off, stop, and then go again. Emily rubbed her temples as she tried to endure the sound. It was starting to give her a headache. What to write? What to write? Her thoughts were in a big jumbled mess, and she couldn’t think straight. With what's going on, she wouldn't be able to write anything.

Joshua Malachi came running into the room from the hallway panicked with his eyes searching across the room looking for something.

"Josh, what's wrong?" Emily’s concerning voice was sincere. Anytime he was bothered, there was something wrong. Being an immortal, it took a lot to upset him. Most of the time, he was very composed and calm, their voice of reason amongst the group.

"I-I can't find Vincent."

The words caught all of their attention. Vincent Geraldine, an immortal like Josh, was irrational and dangerous. At one point in his life he was placed in an asylum for being criminally insane, but escaped by killing the majority of the people there. In one sentence you could say he was more terrifying than Dave. Joshua was the only one could face him without being in any real danger.

James and Edward both stood from where they sat, "What do you mean you can't find him?" James spoke.

"It's exactly as he said it, James! He is no where to be seen." Edward shouted, "Now, our lives are in dang-" he stopped breathing. He grabbed his chest and had a pained expression on his face.

"Oh come on!" Emily exclaimed, "Why do you have to have an attack now?"

He gasped for breath as he fell to his knees. James ran over to help Edward back onto the couch, and began searching for his medication.

Emily walked over to Joshua to try and calm him down. "Okay, let's think about this clearly. He couldn't have gone far. He must be somewhere in the house, otherwise I would have seen him leave."

"But what if he didn't leave through the front door. It's possible he went out the window." Joshua's breathing quickened. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, "This is entirely my fault."

"It's okay. It's okay. We can fix this. We'll have Jeremy find him. Everything is going to be alright. Just calm down. Breath." Emily soothed.

Joshua took a deep breath in and then let it out. This was not what Emily was expecting. She was already stressed out about not having anything to write; now she had to start searching for Vincent. Where ever he could be.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" A voice came from behind Joshua.

The horror that came from Joshua's eyes confirmed who it was. He quickly spun around and shouted, "Vincent! Where have you been?" By looking at his hand, Emily noticed that he was getting ready to pull out his sword.

Vincent gave a pitiful look, "Is it a crime to go to the bathroom?"

"WHAT?!" Dave screamed at the top of his lungs. He was furious, "You said you looked everywhere, but you didn't bother to check the bathroom! Are you an idiot?"

By the look in his eyes, Emily wasn't so sure which one he would throw the knife at, the killer who mysteriously disappeared or the idiot who didn't even think of checking the bathroom.

"Are you kidding me?" James stood up and walked over to Josh, "You put Edward's life at risk. How could you be so careless?"

The three began to argue back and forth shouting. The stress of it all was tiring Emily out. She thought about going to lay down for a bit, but the three of them were in the way. She let out a sigh as she sat back down in her chair.