Mr. Chesterton was about to say something but then held his tongue. It would be more fun if they found out themselves. He simply told them he had to close up shop and gave them a pair of keys and an address to their new home.
Daniella and Tom gleefully looked at each other and were about to walk out, when they noticed the only thing they were wearing was the too-small-for-them prep school uniforms that had been torn to shreds.
"Could we get..."
With a snap of his fingers, Daniella and Tom felt themselves clothed instantly. Tom was wearing a pink polo shirt and beige Tommy Bahama shorts, and fancy leather shoes. Daniella suddenly found herself wearing a strapless, pink dress.
Daniella felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry...could I have something a little less...exposing?"
With another snap of his fingers, Daniella was wearing a jean jacket, tank top, and jeans.
"Thank you." With that, Daniella and Tom walked outside into their new lives.
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Daniella and Tom were walking in downtown Myrtle Beach, relishing in their new found freedom. "What do you want to do tonight, babe?" Daniella asked. With a wide grin, Tom remarked that he had "some ideas."
They decided to walk into a bar and grab some food. They sat down and asked for a menu. "Not getting carded is pretty sweet." Tom whispered. Daniella was about to respond when she saw something on the television that grabbed her attention.
"BREAKING NEWS BULLETIN: South Carolina state police are investigating two separate murders tonight that they believe are linked. Hector Guttierrez, 46, was found dead with a single gunshot wound to the head early in the afternoon in Chestnut Hill, and later on in Green Bay Park, Alan Cormier, 47, was found in his home with a single gunshot to the head. Police believe they have two main suspects: Daniella Gutierrez, 22, and Tom Cormier, 22, the children of the two victims who are believed to be in a relationship."
Quickly getting an unfriendly stare from a man in the bar, Daniella and Tom sprinted out. The only thing they could think to do was head back to the shop. Running as fast as they could, they met Chesterton locking the door to his shop.
Tom started screaming at the top of his lungs. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!?!?! This is not what we signed up for."
Mr. Chesterton started bellowing in laughter. "I told you your parents would die, I never specified how they would die or who did it."
Tom stood stunned. "Did....we do it?"
"Well that's what the police are inclined to believe and who am I to deny the wisdom of our brave police."
Unable to contain himself, Tom started wildly swinging his fists. Mr. Chesterton was unfazed. He simply grabbed one of Tom's hands and put him in an armlock.
"You arrogant little brats," Chesterton seethed. "I gave you exactly what you wanted, and I specified it how it would go down. Don't cry about it now."
In an extreme amount of pain and on the verge of tears, Tom reminded Chesterton that his stepmom was supposed to die, not his father.
"You have a very big mouth, Tom," Chesterton said with scornful glee. "Blood for blood, your step mother shares no blood with you and therefore did not fulfill the requirement for the ritual."
Daniella begged him to stop and then made an impassioned plea to reverse the changes. "We're sorry...we're stupid kids, we didn't know what we were doing."
Mr. Chesterton stopped her there. "No Ms. Guttierrez, you're not stupid kids. You're stupid adults, and you made a choice for selfish, vain reasons. There are no returns on sale. I gave you what you wanted, live with it....of course, if you wanted to make another deal, I am always open for business."
With that, Chesterton left Daniella and Tom to themselves and walked down the street. Full on panicking, Daniella realized they couldn't go their new home as the police would be looking for them there.
Trying to keep as low a profile as they could, Tom suggested they find an ATM to get some cash out. "They'll be able to track us, Tom" Daniella whispered. Tom simply replied they had "no choice"; they had no idea if either one of them could drive, and they wouldn't be able to get out of the city tonight regardless. When they got to the ATM, Tom realized he had might not have money on him. When he reached into his short pockets, he found a a wallet filled with credit cards. Luckily, the two were able to take out about $10,000.
Realizing that police would track them to this area soon, Daniella and Tom decided to take a bus uptown. Sitting nervously for about a 30 minute ride, Daniella and Tom's eyes kept darting back and forth, wondering if anyone would recognize them. Daniella noticed a woman look at them and immediately started calling someone. She was about to get off when she heard the lady asking for Chinese takeout.
As Tom and Daniella got off the bus, they found a local motel, The Herring Den. Barely able to hold the cash in his hand, Tom asked for a room for the two of them. They got the keys and hurried to their room. They went in, and locked the door. Finally able to relax, Daniella and Tom started freaking out.
"What the fuck are we going to do?" Daniella cried. "We can't go to prison for the rest of our lives."
Tom steeled himself. "We are not going to prison. We have to be smart and careful. The first thing we have to do is...give ourselves new looks."