My Time In DC-Land

Chapter 6

Considering I had no where to go, still, Edward let me kidnap his bed for the night while he was working. When I woke up, I noticed a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed with a note on them.

‘Figured you could use some clean clothes. Food’s in the fridge, take whatever you want. Got a job today, so you’re alone ‘till we get back.

-E. Nigma’

I picked up the purple tank top, black skinny jeans, and green over-shirt and changed. Edward said ‘we’ in his note, so hopefully Johnathan’s out with him, since I haven’t had the chance to talk to him yet. Once I was dressed, I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing chocolate milk and fruit. I grabbed the afore mentioned treats and went back to Edward’s room, but not before stopping by Johnathan’s lab.

I knocked. No answer. He was either asleep or out with Edward. I took my chances and opened the door.

No one home in the lab, so I went in and started looking around ‘till I saw my prize: the blue toxin. I grabbed it and left quickly, closing the door behind me and running to Edward’s room. Once I got there, I closed the door and sat down on his fluffy purple and green bed and started eating my pomegranate.

After about an hour, I was out of fruit and near out of milk. And bored, so I did what I did last time I got bored here; drank the toxin. Yeah, I realize it’s not a good idea, per say, but nothing really extremely bad happened last time, right?

So I drank some, hiding the rest of the bottle as I heard the front door open.

“I’m going to bed, Johnny,” Edward said, opening his door. He must have forgotten about me being here, seeing as he jumped when he saw me. I just smiled and waved. He quickly closed the door upon hearing ‘Johnny’ yell about his “missing toxin” and “how much time it took to make more of it” and stuff. I just giggled and Edward facepalmed.

“You took his new toxin again, didn’t you?” I nodded. He sighed and went over to his desk. He sat down and started beating his head against the flat wooden top.

“Hey Eddy?” Johnathan said through the door. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, fine,” he answered, face flat on his desk. Johnathan’s curiosity must have been sated, as he didn’t say anything else.

“How is a raven like a writing desk?” I asked. Edward rolled his face towards me just to glare at me.


“I have to sleep now, so get out for a while!” Edward said as he pushed me out of his room and locked the door.

‘Meh,’ I thought as I walked to the living room. Sitting down on the big black couch, I turned on the 65-inch flat screen TV hanging on the wall. The first thing I see? A messed up show called Happy Tree Friends, where all the characters die every episode. After watching about an hour of that, I switched to the news and saw Edward and Johnathan in their Riddler and Scarecrow outfits, respectively, standing in front of Gotham First National Bank. Johnathan was surrounded by police officers, screaming and scratching at their throats while Edward was grabbing the money from the vault. I laughed at the sight, even though it was demented, twisted, and cruel.

“Edward, I thought you were going to bed,” Johnathan said from behind the couch. He had a pleased expression as he walked up to the couch, but when he saw who was there, his face expressed nothing but rage. “What are you doing here?” he growled.

“Hi, Doc,” I whimpered. He just looked even more angry. “Nice day out, isn’t it?” His face softened slightly, very, very slightly, and he came around the front of the couch and sat down on the other end. He grabbed the remote as he sat down and switched the TV over to Happy Tree Friends.

“You stole my toxin, didn’t you?” he asked. I didn’t respond, which was enough for him to know. “Of course it was you,” He whispered. For the next half hour, we sat in silence as cute little animals died in horrible ways.

“Well, Edward’s up,” Johnathan said.

“How can you tell?” I asked.

“I’m standing literally right next to you, Morrigan.”

“Ahh! Holy shit, Edward! Please don’t sneak up on me like that,” I (kinda) shouted. Edward just started laughing and sat down next to Johnathan, who had a small smile himself. Edward took the remote from Johnathan and changed the channel to, as he put it, “something that didn’t involve cute things dying.” Which both me and Johnathan were surprised by.

“What? Just because I’m an evil genius, I can’t like cute animals?” Edward said, looking for a good show.

“Oh, hey, can we watch Dexter, please?” I asked, seeing it on the guide. Edward went right past it to Generic Stupid Cartoon #56 AKA Family Guy. Not that I don’t like Family Guy, but right now I wanted to see some death. So I left and went to Edward’s room and sat on his bed.

*buzz, buzz. buzz, buzz*

Looking over to the desk, I saw my cell phone. For some reason, 1, Edward kept it after I ‘left’ and 2, it still had a charge. It stopped buzzing and I took a peek at it. Mom had called, for the tenth time. She left 4 voicemails, all of which I listened to and all of which were pretty much the same; “where are you,” “please come home,” “it’s been three months and no one’s seen you.”

Three months?!

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