The Elementals

1. Fundamentals

"Tony, food's ready!"

I opened the oven and took out a glass baking dish, filled to the brim with creamy mashed potatoes, a crispy brown layer on top of them. I tiptoed over to the dining room and carefully walked towards the dining room table, setting the dish down next to the rest of the food. I angled my head upwards, trying to listen for Tony's footsteps coming out of the room. Nothing. I swear, one of these days when i leave this damn house hes gonna starve.

"Tony, I swear to god if you dont drag your ass downstairs and come get this food im going to march up there and shove it so far up your ass youll be able to taste it!" I waited a moment, listening once more for his footsteps, once more hearing absolutely nothing. What in the hell is going on up there? My worries were immediately stirred when a terrifyingly loud crash struck the serene ambiance of the house.

"Did you hear that?"

My yell rivaled the crash from earlier. "Jesus fucking christ, Ryan! Where in the hell did you come from?" I barked, clutching my chest so hard i was pretty sure I heard my collarbone crack a little. Ryan's stormy-grey eyes consumed my sight for a moment before he took a step back and chuckled, running his fingers through his beach blonde hair. "Marc, relax. Its just me," He laughed, shaking his head lightly, his milky white hands now in his pockets. I rolled my eyes at him, pouting slightly. "I know that, doofus." He looked at me disbelievingly, snorting. "Sure dude, thats why you yelped louder than an airhorn." He reached out and stroked my face gently, his milky white hands clashing with my caramel brown cheek. "You still look like you've seen a ghost," He snickers.

"HELP!"

Both of our heads snapped towards the staircase, the speedy tap of our footsteps across the carpeted floor ringing in my head. I rocketed up the wooden stairs, Ryan following close behind. I got to the top of the staircase and bolted over to Tony's room. I throw open the door.