Over The Hedge Cast Dwayne Novels & Stories

, Hector turned to her with a look of understanding, “it makes sense” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “… Let’s start our lesson now” Hector smiles trying to evade her question and for once she went wit him, thinking it might be better to not know. “Fine”. “Thank you Alexis”, She wasn’t sure for what it might be, but she smiled and accepted it. Unbeknownst to them, Dwayne sat a ways off, hiding behind a bush so still, he went unnoticed by them due to his mana repelling necklace, otherwise he’d be noticed long ago.

She let out a disappointed sound as I swiped to the right and brought my phone up to my ear. “What’s up?” I asked. “We have a problem,” Dwayne said coldly. “A dead problem.”

I did not need to look back; the castle stood tall behind me, its towers jagged against the light of the moon, its lowly matter of pathos obscured by precarious shadows—ahead of me lay the crumbling hunter's shack nestled in vines, where no one would think to look. He was there already—Thomas, the newest snake in Dane's den, although he referred to himself as Dwayne Thomas, a name as sharp as his ambition. I spied him, he was hunched over in a silhouette through the broken window, broad shoulders blending away in the darkness of his cloak. I pushed the door open, soft creaking of the hanging frame announced my presence as I stepped inside to stale air laden with rot and decaying wood.

And then I saw him. He was standing at the stall with the heritage tomatoes, his back to me, just as I’d predicted. He was wearing his usual dark, tailored coat, and his posture was that familiar, confident stance. Beside him, a splash of vibrant colour – a woman’s scarf, a cascade of auburn hair. Victoria. My heart gave a sickening lurch, a physical blow that stole my breath. Of course. She wouldn’t let him have a moment of peace, even on a Saturday morning. She was always there, a constant, pervasive presence.

Tom and Ava rushed to catch up with him. It didn’t take long for them to get outside. The air was so cold you could see your breath. There was a huddle of kids ahead. They were all shouting at the same time. She couldn’t make out what was being said. Ray squeezed inside the huddle. As he was, they all spread out to give him room. Hawk ran from the other way to the huddle. Once the kids had spread out, Ava could see what was going on. Hank Calhoun, who was dressed as a cat burglar, was rolling around on the ground with Ghostface a.k.a Dax.

"I'm not fucking around. Get away from her." Dwight finally steps away, but barely an inch. He doesn't let me out of his space at all. It does, however, give me a clear view to the front of the root cellar. There's a scuffling, feet scraping against the floor and Ridge, with his dark hair and tall muscular body, works to maneuver Graham out of the way. He's unsuccessful but does get to the side to stand level with him. "This isn't the Wild West, Graham Kinney."

Said papa to mama and I glanced over my shoulder and wink and mama caught my gesture quickly. “I must meet him. Bring him over,” Mama tells me and I nod walking over to Dwayne. “My mother wants to meet you,” Dwayne only nods and I look over at Archer and half smile at him but he looks away from me. My heart sank. “My name is Dwayne Martago. It’s a pleasure,"said Dwayne, shaking mama and papa's hands. “My daughter is too young for you.” Papa's jaw clenched as he spoke. “Kurt,” Mama said, narrowing her eyes.

I place Cecily on the bed in the centre of the room as Dwayne gets all his equipment. "Austin, I know you're going to kill me but I need to you stand outside" Dwayne says, looking down. I growl at him. "Austin" Alice grabs my arm; where the hell did they come from? Mom is standing beside her and together they pull me outside. "Dwayne will take care of her"

Our already cramped space instantly became life-threatening. Rebecca's face turned sheet-white. She held her stomach and begged desperately. Dwayne, still trying to maintain his polished calm, looked straight into the camera. "Please let us out. There's a pregnant woman here." All we heard in response was the crackle of static. "Please follow the game rules." The moment the words ended, Dwayne convulsed violently, as if shocked by a live wire. He screamed, his entire body spasming uncontrollably. I could almost smell his clothes burning through the glass.

she anxiously pleaded. "Yo! Your son just got back. Why are you telling him to leave" Dwayne sneered. "He came back just in time. Hey, kid. Didn't you borrow money from your sister in the capital? C'mon! I'm in a good mood today. If you hand over the money, maybe I can let your father live for a few more days!" Dwayne maniacally laughed. “Don't toy with my son, Dwayne! I won't forgive you!" Clinton coughed, he could barely breathe from his broken nose and swollen face. Dwayne had beaten him so badly that he might be just one step away before nearing death's door.