Author's Note: That's a part from the New Beginning especially taking its place in the sequel part though some circumstances and stuff are going to be changed! If you don't know the custom characters such as the twins Ellie and Tristan and the youngest Howard, Agnes Jude, subsequently go read the New Beginning before being spoiled way too much not only with one-shots, but also with the sequel that's going to be published one day. In addition to, Judy and Timothy are here in their 60s as it's readily known Judy is the older than Timothy in every Nunsignor story or one-shot!  Anyway I hope you like and enjoy this one-shot! :))

--- The New Beginning ---
--- 28th of November, 1982 ---

The years flew as quickly as a light summer breeze, tickling every surrounding.

As the time flew, the twins, Ellie and Tristan were already seventeen-year-old adolescents, whereas Agnes was 1-2 years her siblings' junior.

Since they have been attending regularly high school, the eldest twin, Ellie, has already been in a romantic relationship and most of all, dating a boy from the same school she goes, whose name is Adrian. They have been dating for a half a year as they had already their first kiss a couple of weeks since they have been together.

Not only with the juvenile brunette was utterly focused on Adrian, further, her grades dropped drastically as they were the lowest in her entire class. Despite the sinister circumstance of being an atrocious student with poor marks, her parents have never acknowledged the gentleman's backstory and family background such as he is part of the murderous cult, involving 3 members and his parents are filthy wealthy as the Howards. Even the rest of the inner circle kept their wits about the young lady's relationship with Adrian, besides the obnoxious change in her demeanor was disquieting them.

Little did they know why she was pouting every time when somebody persuades her to do any housework or questions her over the peer, besides huffing.

As today Ellie and Adrian had a date to go to the cinema, her parents have grounded her to leave her home even hang out with her leery boyfriend.

The late November days were embraced by the wee, almost vague hints of the winter as the glacial season was about to loom within less than a month only. Autumn's merest phenomenons such as the humongous crispy leaves' carpet sheeted the ground and the almost daily rainy days in Boston have already died, ebbing out gradually as the ground was no longer sheeted in crispy, diversity of colorful leaves with exception of the soft snow.

When Agnes was eating homemade honey cookies, Tristan was washing the already used, filthy dishes and eating tools from earlier today, standing beside the sink.

At the moment, the former members of the church were relaxing on the leather couch, cuddling as their inquisitive, mildly jaded irises were goggled to the television screen. The current television program broadcasted the newest movie that has aired out earlier this year and it has been broadcasted repeatedly twice per 3 months.

Even if Judy and Timothy were already in their 60s, they still kept themselves in shape and they haven't entirely the inevitable aging process affect not only their mentality, moreover their physical frames such as the white hairs that werw highlighting their natural hair colors and the gruesome, inescapable weight gain since they were spending more time at home and spending freely, carelessly the cash on variety of necessary products in their daily lives and bonuses.

The brunette walked in the kitchen to fill her glass with some fresh, lukewarm water from the sink and moderating via the faucet the running jet water's temperature. Her presence was even invincible, unarguably irritating for her younger siblings and treating almost every one from her inner circle as if they're peculiar strangers or she doesn't gives a damn about them.

"How is the domestic slave's day going?" The eldest child enquired with immense, criminal sarcasm, vomited in her enquiry as she gathered a clean, unused yet glass for ordinary beverages from the high kitchen cabinet. She attempted to test her brother's patience as his hands were baptized in soap effervesce. "Wiping mom and dad's asses to get the shit done?" A velvety, versatile giggle quivered her oral caverns as if an earthquake was shaking the ground. Her petite, milky as vanilla hand amiably patted the blond boy's skinny muscly shoulder.

Meantime, her younger sister as she was munching the cookie, her youthful, porcelain complexion grimaced, shooting a piercing glare at her older sibling, snarling, due to her unbearable, remorseless conceit. Furthermore, Ellie sipped her glass of water once she filled it, whilst sweltering heat crept underneath Tristan's cheeks, tinting them ruddily as he was utterly focus on his task instead responding to his notoriously vexatious sister. The both younger siblings' blood vigorously boiled in their veins especially Agnes Jude's, her lips motioning the munched cookie until its chunks gulped down.

"Not again with your stupid games, Ellie! It's so infantile using swearing words." The youngest Howard cautioned sternly, coldly as the incessant, perky heart beats pulsated into her ears, laced in absolute fury.

"You're not the person to judge me what's the best for me or what should come from my lips, Agnes!" Shortly after quaffing the cool, fresh liquid, afterwards she put her already used glass in the sink, strolling up dramatically up to Agnes to startle her. "Because you're another goody two shoes bitch, who likes to lick mom and dad's rears with yar tongue tip." In the interim, the young man finished with washing the dishes until his chocolate brown irises were met with an empty glass, without being filled with any water to be a bonus to the chores, gritting his firm, ivory teeth. The brunette leaned against her juvenile sibling, putting her tongue out in jeering, wry manner as Agnes turned to the plate with the cookies, trying her best to give her a cold shoulder as if she's either a bizarre, lunatic stranger or on the contrary a bully.

"Ellie?" The boy opted to grab his twin sister's attention as he turned to her with nonchalance, sketched upon his face and keeping it cool outside without showing any intimations of antagonism and ire.

"Huh?" All of a sudden, the young woman turned to Tristan as her fists clawed the dining table's edge, arching elegantly an eyebrow. "Is there any problem, Tris?"

"I don't want to sound rude or something but haven't you forgotten to wash this?" In the meanwhile, he ushered her to amble up to him and show the filthy glass which she used to drink once water just a few minutes ago.

"Am I maid or something? To clean all this shit after myself?"

"Look what, Ellie! As you're my sister and you're living under this fricking roof, you haven't got the right to whine like a baby for the pettiest problem that occurs and it's your obligation to do some of this stuff, instead of us." At the moment, the youngest child got from the kitchen table and walked away from the kitchen as she was fed up with her twin siblings' drama that almost transpires once or twice a daily.

"Why don't you just wash this glass, because in less than a quarter an hour I should leave home?"

"Don't you remember you're the one who's grounded for going out with a bad guy and most of all, not even giving any efforts to improve your grades?" Meanwhile, Ellie pouted her lips, exhaled dramatically, half-heartedly as she placed a hand on her chest, her fingers fiddling her dress's top buttons.

"It can be in less than a quarter an hour. First and foremost, I'm not grounded, Tris! Second, who cares about homework when you're a high school student as that's for elementary school even younger students?" He momentarily washed his hands and then expunging them in the kitchen towel, whereas his sister walked away from the kitchen, heading to the stairway to tower the stairs and gather her purse and afterwards put on her platform booties along with her winter paletot, hugging her frail skeleton.

"Ellie, c'mere! Don't you remember what they told you about leaving the house?" In the meantime, the female adolescent hasted to her bedroom to flee the property within seconds without an ado, panting vaguely. Although she attempted to run away and go on the date right on time without being late even for a single second, she didn't peel a single word, replying her concerned and slightly exasperated twin brother.

Within less than a minute when the high schooler has already gathered her remarkable, necessary stuff for the cinema date with her boyfriend, she descended the stairs in hurry without wasting any potential time rather in bickers or somebody blocking her way. Once her tiny, feminine feet were booted in the platform booties, she was about to put on the paletot until the former Monsignor turned upward his shoulder, noting his oldest daughter was about to leave the mansion until he joggled his wife to follow his squinting glare at the notoriously rebellious young lady.

"Ellie? Sweetheart, what ushers you to leave home? Didn't you forget somebody is forbidden to leave the house even hang out with yar Romeo?" The blonde said in taunting, scoffing manner as the couple got from the sofa to approach their daughter as they hopped up in the fuzzy, comfy slippers and walking away from the living room. Piercing, murderous glare was casted on the young woman as her hazelish-brown pools were as honed as arrows, darted to the target and subsequently marking a bullseye.

"Mom and dad, that's nothing what it looks like!" A mischievous, cocky grin honed up in the corner of her lips, winking at them seconds before unlocking and opening the front door and to be lost to sight.

"Ellie!" The both adults cried out as one, feeling immensely impotent to stop their daughter from her current passions.

--- *** ---

--- A Half an Hour Later ---

Once the riot fled her two-story house and walking all alone to the cinema, agitation was consuming her. Agitation to meet in face-to-face her boyfriend and watch a thriller film since they have been keen fans of thriller and they were eager to watch one tonight.

As soon as the eldest Howard child stepped inside the façade, suddenly she spotted her boyfriend with another girl, kissing in front of her sultrily as their wet, raspberry tongues were dueling together until Adrian plugged his tongue inside his classmate's mouth, deepening the kiss into a French one.

Adrian's female classmate, who he was kissing at the moment was a peer, possessing fair skin tone, strawberry brown lion mane of silky old Hollywood tresses, piled up on her shoulders and framing ideally her diabolically succumbing with its stunning facial features for a seventeen-year-old lady. Her caramel brown eyes fluttered shut in slits, relishing the romantic moment she was spending with one of the cult members behind Ellie's back, in order to mortify her and bully her even more on the day after when they get back to school. Adrian's classmate and he have been secretly together for 2 months as they have discreetly hided this circumstance from her and acting like they're solely friends in front of her, whereas once she's gone, they were brightly contrasting in their manners and demeanor. The strawberry brunette wasn't tall at all, standing just 5'4 only and having a lean body structure, calling herself additionally as flat as a wood board. In addition to her portrayal, her name is Bennett Ivy.

Bennett and Ellie have never been affable to each other, factly, they were fighting over one guy and most of all, tolerating their own presences when they were together, abstaining from bickers and inflammatory slogans, exchanging to one another.

"Adri," The eldest Howard heir after her parents stuttered, struggling to spell his shorter name, storming up to the kissing young couple to push them away violently from one another and interrupting their kiss. "What the hell is wrong with you, you bastard?" All of a sudden, once she interrupted their sweet, sinfully luscious kiss, she smacked a slap across their faces, startling them with her sudden slap and presence, lowering her tearful and vexed voice, vomited in her rhetorical exclaimation, squinting her fatigued eyes, deluging them with a dew of salty moistness, verging tears to roll on her cheeks due to the heartbreak and betrayal.

"It doesn't look like, Ellie! Trust me!" Suddenly the cult member ducked his head half-heartedly in shame and guilt, enveloping his fragile heart, shrugging, pouting his lips in a remorseful frown.

"What a fucking liar you're! I didn't know you were having an affair or some kind of a discreet relationship with this whore!" Crystal, bittersweet in frustration tears tumbled down her cheeks, staining her parchment, pale as snow complexion in moistness, baring her teeth firmly and clenching her small, soft as satin hands into balled fists in adrenaline. She lowered her head, feeling the heartache gradually consuming her along with the celestially invincible shadows and demons scrapping her already infamously cracked flimsy heart on ocean of fragments. "A whore, whom did you kiss just moments ago in front of my eyes, Adrian! I don't have any idea if she's going to be part of tonight's plan to watch a thriller film but make it out when the movie is running and I don't care about you anymore!" The young lady tilted her head as the both teenagers' slim, clumsy fingers were greasing featherly, delicately their slapped areas, feeling itching pain inked upon their cheeks. "Go to hell and I hope ya have so much fun humiliating each other!" In the meantime, she marched up to the double front door without even daring to turn her back until Bennett bolted to her, poking her shoulder as she didn't react, nor responded.

"You stupid little bitch, how dare you to call me a whore? You're nothing than a piece of shit and I'm glad Adrian isn't going to lick your boots anymore." Meantime, the eldest twin sibling was sobbing quietly to herself, refraining to fight back as she was fed up with the overbearing drama queen which would be more infantile of Ellie's side if she did it otherwise.

:"Ellie, come back!" Adrian shrieked, sensing the vulnerability lingering on his tongue, unable to convince her to stay for longer.

The eventual truth was Ellie has never acknowledged their discreet relationship until she witnessed the most loathsome moment ever when it comes up to relationship and romance. The off-putting heartbreaks, sorrow and numbness were the sole feelings that were freezing her mind as she couldn't put a finger on them.

--- *** ---

The minutes flew like hours, transforming into days even weeks, months and lastly ages for the former devotional members of the church as Agnes and Tristan were already asleep since they should get up early in the wee hours of the Monday morning, in order to not miss school. The both unconditionally, unspeakably concerned parents were sharing a short tea party with themselves with plain mugs of herbal green tea, motionlessly sitting on the dining table.

Even when they opted to stop their oldest daughter to hang out with her recent ex-boyfriend, who was actually her first ever boyfriend in her whole life as they have phoned a couple of minutes ago their inner circle if they have seen actually somewhere Ellie, nonetheless nobody knew nothing about her disappearance in the middle of the night. Even Frank, Valerie and Sally knew nothing about her recent location.

"It tremendously worries me something horrible may has happened to Ellie!" The former man of the cloth sipped the hot herbal beverage as its liquid gulped down his organs, shifting his stare up to the window as the mesmerizing landscape of the tumbling snowflakes outside was giving early winter vibes and aesthetics. However, they weren't capable of wiping off his frown from his still young-looking, mildly wrinkled face. "I've always doubted that boy, who she always rejects to tell us more about him."

"No wonder why she has a taste for bad guys especially a member of a murderous cult, known for its notoriety in Boston and killing innocents!" The blonde replied dryly, ruefully as her fingers were bluntly, softly playing with the mug, contemplating it as the both anxious parents' hearts sunk at the thought of something befalling their eldest creation.

"I pray my heart our lovely girl to be alright and nothing atrocious to befall her!" The younger man mumbled in honeyed, desperate voice as his temple crinkled until they glanced at a moving petite framed girl outside, tapping on the kitchen window's glass with her gloved hand. "Ellie?"

"Look! That's our precious!" Suddenly the both distressed parents got from the dining table, marching up to the corridor to unlock the front door and scoop in a tight, warm hug their daughter until the last click of the front door they were met with their desperate creation, gazing up at them, sobbing inwardly to herself. "Ellie, we've been dying of worry for ya! C'mere to scoop you in a goddamn tight and warm hug, my darling!"

"He broke my heart!" Once the both parents braced their eldest daughter in an embrace, she murmured, closing her eyes and relishing the loving moment of uniting with her parents after holding grudges.

"I told ya, he isn't the right gentleman for ya, Ellie! It's okay to be heartbroken, ya know. You're going through this and its part of your life, because you're going to be heartbroken a lot of times." The Bostonian whispered in velvety, soothing voice as her heart sunk, due to the fact, Ellie's heart ached for finding out her boyfriend was cheating on her with another girl that was exactly their age.

"I swear to God if I find this little piece of shit for breaking your heart, I will teach him a very good lesson to sit on his bum and regret for ruining you for the rest of his day-" As the former holy man verged to resume his frustrated mutter, it was the older woman, who cut him off curtly, shushing to him softly.

"Shu, shu, shu, Tim! I don't believe in the violence for the solution. In addition to Ellie deserves to rest and relax, whereas I'm particularly glad she has finally realized with what a piece of garbage she was dating for a half a year but we knew the whole truth about this brat and his story." When they broke off the hug, the young lady stepped inside the hall, kicking off her booties and discarding her coat, consequently hanging it on the coat hanger as she was eager to crawl in the bed after taking a hot, streaming shower and dress up herself in pyjamas. The bedtime episode when she's capable of sorting her mind and allowing it to relax ultimately without any detrimental thought crossing her train of thoughts.

"I'll be fine." The sniffles subdued as she wiped off the last drying tears of her irises with a thumb, exchanging cheek kisses with Timothy and Judy, seconds before rushing to impose the stairway to the second floor.

"I bet you'll feel much better on the next morning."

What the brunette has assimilated and figured out was her parents were actually readily right since the beginning. Even if they weren't being told and collecting any piece of information about the leery young man via their source of information, Ellie, thanks to the news by framing the murderous, sonly based a barbaric cult, Adrian is a member of its horde. Thanks to the galore reward they were earning from killing relentlessly their victims even collecting their organs and blood, jamming them in jars and using them for special purposes. Ellie has officially broken up with Adrian and determining herself no longer to socialize with him as the most horrid truths about him were about to be heard from Ellie and realizing the half a month of year of dating a serial killer was unmistakably shame and abhorrent for her.