Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 13:59:11 -0500
From: fsw99 <fsw99@pop.mindspring.com>
Subject: Chapter 12 of One Big Happy Family

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			      Chapter Twelve

When they all arrived at the hospital the next day, Keith gave them the
good news. "The doctor said if I should be able to go home tomorrow. I
can't wait to get out of here. I am about to go stir crazy laying here all
day," he said.

Everyone was glad for Keith, and told him so. The rest of the day passed
quickly, and the three boys were able to take Keith in a wheelchair outside
for part of the time. He was glad to just be able to leave the room.

Keith's parents left earlier than the other three boys when Keith had been
given permission to go outside for a while. The boys made arrangements with
the limo driver to return at 6 o'clock when visiting hours were over to
pick them up. They would spend as much time as they could with Keith, but
the nurses were very strict about running everyone out when it was time.

They were on their way back to Gram's house when Phill had an idea. "Hey,
guys, I was thinking.  If the muggers regularly hung out in the part of
London where they beat up Keith, they might be in one of the bars around
there. Can we at least stop by there and check out a few of them? It
wouldn't take very long."

"I think that is a great idea," Alex said. "If we could catch them, it
would make Keith's return home all that much better."

"OK, but all we will do is go into the bars and look around. If we see
them, we will call the police and let them handle it. Remember, they are
dangerous, and we don't want to lose them if we find them. If they know we
are looking for them, they won't come back again," Phill said.

Alex let the driver know our new destination, and in a few minutes were
pulling up in front of the park where Keith was let out of the car. Alex
instructed the driver to park in the car park across the street, and they
entered the first of the bars.

Phill didn't spot them in the first several bars, and all three of them
were disappointed. Alex and Mark felt particularly useless, since they had
not seen them in the first place. They were about to give up and return to
the limo, when they decided to check out one last seedy looking bar a block
down from the entrance to the park.

This too was looking like a waste of time until they walked into the back
of the bar. Two of the muggers were playing snooker at a table in the
back. Phill's face went white from the sudden recognition, and Alex and
Mark immediately knew something was wrong. They followed Phill as he
quickly left the bar area, and soon they were back outside.

Phill ducked around the corner where they could watch the entrance but not
be seen and took out his mobile phone. "Alex, I saw two of them. They were
playing snooker. Call Mr. Ericson, and have him call the police. I think
they will respond lots quicker if he calls than if we do."

Alex called quickly, got Keith Senior within seconds, and told him what we
had done. He quickly hung up, and all they could do now was wait. It wasn't
long before two police cars arrived with their lights flashing, but without
their sirens. The three boys ran over and met them.

"Hello, officers. I was with the group that chased the muggers when we
found them beating Keith. I know two of them are in the bar. They were
playing snooker when we walked in. I don't think they saw me. They have
never seen Alex and Mark, so that wouldn't have mattered anyway.  I can go
in and identify them, if you would like," Phill said quickly.

"That would be fine, lad. You two stay out here, all right?" he said,
nodding at Alex and Mark.

Phill led the four police officers into the back of the bar. The two
muggers were still playing snooker. The third one was nowhere to be found.
They both looked up as the police officers walked towards them. "That's two
of them, sir. I could recognize them anywhere," Phill said loudly.

"You two are under arrest. Put your hands on top of your heads and don't
move," the lead officer stated, as the others moved around the table
towards them. They were out numbered, and didn't even put up a struggle.
They were quickly handcuffed and led out to the awaiting police cars.  They
did leave a warning for Phill. "We will see you again sometime, mate, when
you don't have the police to assist you," one of them snarled.

"Where you are going, you aren't likely to see me, now will you?" Phill
said in return, satisfied that they would be going to jail for a long time.

The lead officer thanked Phill for his help, and made him promise to come
down to the station and fill out a statement. Phill watched them drive off,
and started walking back towards where Alex and Mark waited for him.

He was just about to cross the street, when the third mugger ran out of the
bar and hit Phill across the back of the head with his fist. "Turn my mates
in to the police, will you? I will beat you bloody for doing that," he
yelled.

Phill fell flat on his face from the blow, but rolled over quickly. The
third mugger was coming up from the side. He went to kick Phill savagely in
his side, but Phill saw it coming and moved away at the last instant. When
the mugger's foot missed completely, Phill, now on his knees, swept his
right hand under the mugger's foot, causing his foot to go lots higher than
he expected. This caused him to lose his balance and fall on his back right
next to Phill.

The mugger was lots bigger than Phill, but all Phill could see now was
Keith in his hospital room with all his injuries. Without thinking of
himself, Phill leaped on top of the mugger, and started pummeling him in
the face with both fists. The mugger tried to fight back, but Phill grabbed
him by his hair, and stated to beat his head into the concrete. "I'll kill
you, mother fucker! I'll kill you!", Phill screamed, as he beat the
mugger's head into the concrete, over and over.

Phill might have killed him if another police car hadn't come by. Alex and
Mark were right next to Phill, but had heard what the mugger had yelled at
Phill when he attacked him, and so they weren't going to stop Phill from
giving him what he deserved. If anything, they would have liked to be in on
his beating.

There was blood all over the place when the policeman pulled Phill off of
the mugger. He was about to hit Phill with his night stick, when Alex
stopped him, saying, "The person on the ground is wanted by the police for
mugging our cousin. Police just arrested the other two muggers and took
them to the police station. This is the third one. We didn't see him when
the other two were arrested. He attacked Phill, not the other way around.
He deserves the beating Phill gave him, however. At least it was one on
one, not three on one like it was when they mugged Keith."

"You are talking about Keith Ericson?", the officer asked.

"Yes, he is our cousin. I am Alex, and this is Mark. Keith is still in the
hospital, and we just decided to see if we could find them in the same
general area. If you will make a call, you can easily find out we are
telling the truth."

"OK, that I will do. You don't move from where you are while I am gone," he
said sternly to Phill. Phill's face was bleeding from where he fell face
down on the concrete, and from the several blows the mugger had landed
while he was trying to get Phill off of him, but he paid no attention to
his own condition. He stared at the almost unconscious mugger with hatred
in his heart. The only thing that was going through his head at the moment
was why didn't they let me finish the job? He really would have killed him
if he could have, which was not like Phill at all. Rage does funny things
to people.

The policeman came back in a few minutes after confirming Alex's story at
headquarters, and told Phill he was not under arrest, but had to accompany
him to the station and fill out his report. The mugger was not going with
them to the police station, he was going to the Emergency Room where Keith
had been treated. Phill was told by the police that they still had not
decided whether to press charges against him for assault or not. Taking
matters into your own hands was not allowed in London.

"Don't worry, Phill. We will go get Uncle Keith and meet you at the police
station. He will straighten all of this out," Alex said, as he and Mark
raced for the limo.

Phill sure hoped so. He was lead into the back of the police car, and
locked inside. How had all of this happened? Now, maybe he would have to
spend months, if not years, in jail!

		       ****************************

"Go ahead and call, you promised," Matt said.

"OK, just give me a minute. I just want to decide what to tell him," Robbie
said. "He might not even be at home."

"You'll never find out if you don't pick up the phone and dial his number,"
Mike answered.

"God, guys, get off my back, OK? I'll call! I'll call!" Robbie said,
picking up the receiver and dialing the number.


"Hello," Isaiah answered.

"Is this Isaiah?" Robbie asked.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is Robbie Stephens. We go to the same school. A couple of friends of
mine are trying to talk me into starting a band. I have heard you play in
school, and you are great. I was wondering if you were interested in
starting a band with me?"

"Hi, Robbie, I know who you are. I didn't know you played. What instrument
do you play?"

"I play lead guitar. If we could find a bass and a drummer, maybe we could
get good enough to play after football games and things like that."

"Well, you have heard me play. Let me ask you a question. How good are
you?"

Robbie blushed at the question, and said, "I am pretty good. I haven't been
playing that long, but I am not too bad."

"Give me the phone," Matt said, as he took the receiver out of Robbie's
hand. "Hi. This is Matt.  You don't know me, but Robbie is just being
modest. He is awesome. If you are anywhere as good as he is, you could
really have a great band in no time. Robbie can play anything. If you have
some time right now, we could come over and pick you up and take you back
over here and show you how good Robbie really is."

"Matt, noooooo!!!" Robbie yelled, as he got the receiver back from Matt. He
was really blushing this time.

Isaiah was cracking up on the other end. "Don't let them embarrass you,
Robbie. If you are as good as they say, you should be proud of your talent,
not embarrassed by it. I do have some time right now. If they are serious,
tell them to come over and get me. Let me give you directions."

"All right. Let me get a pen and paper. One sec," he said, laying down the
phone. "I am going to kill both of you," he said softly, as he got the pen
and paper and came back to the phone. Matt and Mike just howled with
laughter as Robbie wrote down how to get to Isaiah's and hung up.  They
both ran out of the room ahead of the charging Robbie, who was looking for
a weapon to help kill them with.

"Woah, what is all of this?" I asked, as they charged into the den.

"They convinced me to call a guy from school that is a really good singer
and keyboard player. He asked me how good I was, and Matt got the phone
away from me and told him I was awesome," Robbie said, glaring at Matt.

"Well, you are really good. What is the problem?" I asked, laughing a
little.

"I just didn't want to sound like I was stuck up or something. I don't know
Isaiah that well, and I have heard him play. Matt just embarrassed me half
to death."

"Look, I didn't mean to do that, but you sounded like you were just a
beginner on the phone. I thought he might not be interested unless you were
as good as he is, and I was just trying to help.  Still friends?" Matt
asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," Robbie said slowly, but then grinned and everything was
fine once more. "I really should kill both of you, though."

"Both of us? What did I do?" Mike giggled.

"Yeah, if you are going to kill someone, better wait until we get back from
picking up Isaiah, or Mike won't go and get him if you kill me first, will
you Mike?" Matt asked, giggling.

"Nope. You would just lose your first fellow band member. If he kills Matt,
you won't go and pick up Isaiah either, will you Stan?" Mike asked.

"Leave me out of this, guys," I said laughing. "But no, if Robbie kills
someone in my house and gets blood all over the carpet, I don't think I
would be in any mood to help him start a band. I would be too busy cleaning
up the mess."

"Oh, I am glad you would miss me that much. So, it would be all right with
you if he kills me, but it needs to be outside so your house doesn't get
damaged, huh?" Matt kidded.

"Yep. That is part of my rules, no killing in the house. You guys better
get moving if you are going to pick up Robbie's first potential band
member," I said, laughing out loud.

"OK, let's go. I will get both of you back, you just wait," Robbie said,
with a little smirk on his face.

Uh oh, I have seen that look before. I would bet a lot of money that he
would get them back, too.  He had used that look on me in the past, and
always got me good whenever he decided it was payback time. Not that I
would ever enjoy payback time myself. No, not me. Hehehe

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