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xxxxxIt had been twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes of knocking and trying to peer into the house. Everything was dark, with the exception of one bathroom.
They had tried calling, and knocking, and throwing stones. But nothing.

Cherno sniffled, his nose red from the cold. But he-- he couldn't give up, no-- not like this--

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Twenty minutes.
He reached the front door of the old, dilapidated home again. The night smog of the nearby factories stung his nostrils. His eyes were red from fatigue and dirty sulphuric fog. He tapped the door gently, and then banged on it loudly, again.

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But there was nothing.
Was this how Temperance felt when he did not reply?

Ah ...

Cherno slumped to the ground, in front of the door.
What was this? What was ... what as all of this? All of it for nothing? She wasn't here, was she? Ha. What kind of hero was Cherno? All those promises he made. Of saving people. How could he do any of it when time itself seemed to fight against him?
Fuck.

Fuck.
Cherno punched the door loudly, lowering his head, as he crouched in front of it.
But he felt a soft hand upon his arm. He did not look up.

"Come, Cherno Plume. Back to the airship.
She is not here, and we must look for her tomorrow. You have done enough, and I am proud of you.
Let me put you to sleep with that lullaby, as I said ..."

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Ah ...

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She had called a taxi. It was 4 am when she had woken up and she knew for a fact she would not be falling back asleep. Although she knew it was rude to leave without saying goodbye she had more genuine concerns at that moment.​

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She didn't have much money on her, so she asked the taxi driver to just drive her to the monorail. At least the monorail was cheaper, especially since it was a taxi driver in Brookridge. She paid him and got on the monorail and sat alone with her eyes closed although she wasn't sleeping. She made it on the first one in the morning so she just missed rush hour for people that took it to Coy City for work.​

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She started humming to herself softly. She was going to run into her home, take a shower, get changed, get the money she knew was in the house, pack a bag or two and head to...​

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Where the hell would I go? I should just call the cops and tell them I'm at home...​

What if they take me away...​

Does it really matter?​

Yeah... I live here, I know everywhere well enough... why would I want to lose it?​

It isn't real...​

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SMACK!

Dark blue eyes snapped open and stared daggers into the steel gray of her mother's. Her cheek turned rosy as the dull stinging sensation took over. Marina pulled herself upright in the bed and rested on her elbows. "What was that for?" she snapped.

"You school called and said you did not attend classes at all this week before the start of vacation. They also informed me that there is no such project going on. You're not even taking psychology." Her mother pressed her lips into a tight line and crinkled her brow. "I told you I wanted all these kids out of my house. Why are they all still here?" she inquired angrily.

Marina brushed her fingers through her brown hair and sighed. Her cheek still stung, but she would not give her mother the satisfaction. "It got late. I could not send them all away."

"Care to explain why you lied?"

She pursed her peachy lips and narrowed her eyes at her mother. "Not particularly."

"Marina!" she snapped.

"Mother!" retorted Marina.

SMACK!

She winced as her mother's tanned hand came down on her cheek again. The spot on her cheek burned and she had to bite down hard on her lower lip to conceal the pain. "Get rid of all of them and I don't want to see you back here til Christmas Eve." Her mother turned on her heel and marched out of the bedroom.

Marina shifted under her silky purple sheets. There was no way she could stay in here now. She was awake and hurting. That bitch always knew how to ruin something nice. She climbed out of bed and slipped her feet into the red slippers. Marina stood in front of the ornately designed vanity and brushed through her hair. Her fingers wound back and forth until it was in a long braid that draped over her shoulder. She fixed her makeup and ran her fingers down her top.

I'll elaborate tomorrow morning. In private. Marina forced a smile in the mirror and decided she would pay him a wake visit. She corrected any flyby hairs and exited her room. Marina walked down the hall to the room he was staying in and slipped inside. She smiled sweetly at the sight of him sleeping. It was kind of adorable. Marina crawled onto the bed and sat beside him with her legs outstretched and her back resting on the headboard. She ran her fingers through his dark hair and sighed softly. "Good morning Theodore," she whispered to him. The spot on her cheek still stung, but with a bit of blush she was able to conceal the red mark.

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"Please…watch what you say with him, I don't want you getting hurt”

“….why…why do you still stay with him?”

“what?”

“You heard me…he is disrespectful, rude, and worst of all abusive! Why do you let him push you around like this! You don’t deserve this!”

“It’s because I love him”

“Love? Your letting him do all this because of love? No! that’s ridiculous! Your telling me your enduring all that cause of love?!”

“Altair…I will do anything for him…I will do anything for you and…Krish”

“….mama”

“Don’t cry Altair…you did all you could...I will always love you…you, your brother and father are my life and I would rather die then see any of you hurt”

"Mama..."

As Altair slept, he began to toss and turn as the dream played forth in his mind. "Mama...mama....MAMA" Altair yelled as he immediately sat up and began to pant as he looked around the area. Sweating, Altair sighed as he attempted his best to calm down. Closing his eyes Altair placed his hand in his hair and gripped it as he started to calm down. Without a word Altair got out of bed and immediately head into the bathroom and immediately walked into the shower. After a while, Altair walked out and placed his clothes on. Glancing at the mirror Altair closed his eyes and sighed at his reflection "How pitiful" Altair said as he walked out.

As he walked down the stairs the smell of some meat cooking reached his nose. At first he wondered if Heidi got to the stove and began to worry for the safety for the girl, but then he recalled there was another that could operate the stove "Hey old man what are you making" Altair yelled as he head towards the kitchen.

"Hm? I'm making bacon" the old man yelled back as he operated the stove

"Bacon? sounds good I....wait what the hell? thats not bacon, that's ham" Altair said walking into the kitchen as he noticed just what the man was cooking

"Its Canadian Bacon dumbass" The old man said

"Canadian....bacon....and whats the difference between ham?" Altair said

"It...errr............shut up" the old man said as he placed out a portion for Heidi and Altair. "You got a letter" the old man said

Rasing an eyebrow, Altair opened up the letter on the table and read it over "I see...so it looks like I will be transferred over to Brookridge Academy" Altair said

"You mean that school where all the snobby bastards....and Casey goes to?" the old man said

"thats the one" Altair said as he read over the letter again

 

His alarm rang out once, twice, then three times before he finally couldn't take anymore. With a loud and childish groan he slammed his alarm clock until it shut off then blearily sat up and rubbed his eyes. Why did he feel so tired? He sat in bed, just rubbing his eyes. A near minute past until the tidal wave of memory crashed against his cranium. He jumped out of bed, and bolted straight to the shower, cranking it on and humming happily. Well, he shouldn't be happy, after all, he was getting to see Maddy due to chance and a horrible life that seemed to be dealt to the delicate, blond haired girl. He ceased his humming but still happily scrubbed himself clean. He then meticulously groomed his hair and even his teeth and nails before wrapping a towel around himself and power walking into his closet. Selecting a new outfit for the day and a pair of converses he bang on his mother's door. Oh she would take him, she would take him or he'd walk there himself! His heart thudded heavily in his chest, well, he certainly felt more motivated to be more fit, now more then ever.

His grin was huge as his mother grumpily began to crank up the car, and drive silently to the parking lot of the motel. He stared at his mother, she still had on her bathroom, and her hair was a mess. He patted her shoulder before getting out of the car and rushing to her room door, his fist pounding it twice. "Maaaadddeeee!" He glanced around after he screamed her name, blushing slightly as he realized how loud he was public. He calmed himself down before quietly knocking on her door and patiently waited. While rocking on the heels of his feet.

 

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Kallisti woke early that morning, strangely disappointed that she didn't have any dreams. It had been a very long time since she yearned to have a dream, one that contained the person she had created when she was younger; imaginary friend, if you will.

Then again, she never really needed her dreams after they had manifested herself in her mind.

She had a servant retrieve her bag from her car so that she could dress for a day and decide to head home. Last night had been something of a waste, besides the fact that there was a Rhia, and that Theodore boy was fairly interested in her. She was neither in the position of the players nor that of Crestatia and Analynne. A spectator, perhaps?

How was Madeline, she wondered? It had only been a day or so since they had last seen each other, but she seemed to have a bad situation overall, and Kallisti was . . . worried. She shuddered at the thought. It was detrimental to be getting wrapped up in this and she knew it.

She sighed and, after dressing, left the room in search of her hostess. She would probably find her wherever Harley was. How ridiculous could that idiot get . . . She walked down a few halls at a loss for direction, and then saw the girl slip into another room, Kallisti following after her. The door shut and she heard voices. Ah, it would be best not to bother.

In her pocket, her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and looked at the number; private. Bollocks. Who was this? God, should she answer it? Should she not?

" . . . Hello? " she said, still standing in front of the door unknowingly.

" Hello, darling. " came the other voice, and Kallisti stiffened, her eyes narrowing at the wall in front of her.

" . . . Lorinda. " she acknowledged coolly.

" Now, now, that's no way to speak to your loving grandmother. " the woman said with a complacent tone, " I was just calling to check up on you, that's all. I have heard your currently at the Sario Estate, with Miss Marina. How are Richard and Julia? "

Kallisti continued to look at the wall, " I know neither of those people. " she replied, " What do you want, Lorinda? You never call me unless it is to torture me endlessly about how I - "

" - killed my daughter, yes? "

" How dare you. "

" Hmhmhm, no my dear, how dare you. " she responded curtly, " Insolent child. I doubt you know the extents I went through to keep your bloody record clean, considering all of your past shenanigans with Harley. " Kallisti flinched openly at her tone and the past that she brought up, " You really should be grateful to me for your easy life. "

Dear god, this woman had to be joking. Easy life? That was a complete load of bull, easy life. It made her want to scream at the woman, but she would not be giving her that pleasure. Lorinda thrived on her negative emotions, always had, and always would.

" You are a vile woman, Lorinda Lein, " Kallisti said, trying to keep her nerves, " I wish to have nothing to do with you. Please do not call me back. " Perhaps she did have some nerve, speaking to the woman like this, one of the most dangerous people she had ever met, but . . . " Goodbye, Lorinda. "

" All in due time, my dear, I shall see you soon. "

The line went dead, and Kallisti decided she didn't like the sound of that at all . . . She slipped her phone back in her pocket and she realized that she was still standing in front of the door. Oh, good god. Hopefully no one in the room had heard.

For a few more minutes, she stood outside the hallway and then decided to find the parlor with the pianp. Upon realizing she was extremely bored, she decided to give this piano a shot, wondering if it was in any good shape.

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Eyelids fluttered open and bright green eyes stared into the vacant paled eyes of her dead father. Her hands pressed down on the cool linoleum as she scrambled away. The towel fell to the floor beside her and she quickly stretched her arm out to wrap it back around her body. Parts of the terry cloth were still damp with blood and it smeared over her ivory skin. The pools surrounding his body soaked her hair. Temperance's usually soft black hair was now sticky and wild with blood. "Daddy..." she whispered.

She poked him gently, but there was zero reaction. His jaw hung slack and she pushed his mouth shut a bit forcefully. Rigamaroles was beginning to set in. Her breath was shallow and her hands shaky. Temperance pulled herself up and her knees knocked together. Her legs quaked beneath her body.

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"Dad, dad let me go." She struggled under his grasp.

"Mm... Tempyy, youssss are zooo softah..." His hands caressed the back of her head and played with the top of the towel. Every time--every time he got drunk, he became like this. "Jusss like yer muther." There it was. It took him no time at all to get to the point. The smell of stale alcohol rolled off his breath as he spoke and she winced in disgust.

She stood in the shower scrubbing her body. Her flesh turned pink as she rubbed it raw. The hot soapy water washed away the blood that crusted her body and hair. She scrubbed harder and harder. The image of his hands on her needed to wash away like the blood. The liquid in the base of the tub turned pink.

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"Dad stop. Go back to sleep. You just need to sleep it off. You'll see. It'll be better in the morning." Temperance pulled her shoulder away, but his grip only tightened. "Dad, please," she pleaded with him, but he only continued to brush her damp hair off her shoulder and bury his face in crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply as his lips grazed her pale skin. "Dad, stop." she choked out as the crying began to take over. His hands ran up and down her sides and the towel raised up passed her hips. "Dad..." Not now--not anymore.

"Shh... Tempyyyy..." he purred.

The horrible image shook her to the core. Scrub, scrub, scrub. . . The loofah rubbed at her skin. The mixture of blood, soap, and water rinsed down her body. Her hair was a wet wild mess on her shoulders. Tears stained her cheeks, mixing with the shower water. Her eyes were red and puffy.

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The nausea seemed to come back in full force as she used her free hand to clutch her stomach. His hands continued to caress her body as one slipped under the towel. Temperance used her full force to pull herself away from her father. "Daddy stop. I have... I have something to tell you." He seemed to sober for just a moment. His brow creased as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"What?" She clutched the towel tighter around her bodice. A lump caught in her throat. Temperance stood there idly for a moment. How to bring it up. "Dammit it Temperance!" The sudden shouting startled her and she almost dropped the towel. "Stop stalling!"

Her hands were shaking as she glanced down at her abdomen. "I-I'm..." he tapped his drunken foot impatiently. "I-I'm..." she swallowed down the lump in her throat. "...pregnant..." she mumbled.

Her hands touched her waist gingerly. She had felt it last night. The warm dark liquid that ran down her inner thigh as she hit the front door. Those jutting pains that shot through her. The water beat down on a bump on the top of her head. Temperance remembered the hole in the sheet rock as her head broke through it.

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"What?!" he said sharply. "Speak up!"

Tears streaked her face as she sobbed. "I... I said I'm pregnant." A hard hand came down on her face and one of her own raised to cover the pinking cheek.

"How the hell did this happen?" he shouted. "It was that little punk Josh, wasn't it? I'll kill him! No one touches you!" His eyes were wild and dangerous like a predator ready to charge its prey.

"It wasn't!" she shouted back between choked up sobs. "It wasn't Josh," Temperance reiterated.

"Oh yeah?! Then who was it you little slut?!" he literally spat out.

"It was you! You did it daddy. You did this to me." She fell to her knees and he tossed her onto her feet. Temperance stumbled back into the living room. Her father came lumbering out after her.

She fell to her knees in the shower. Temperance curled up on the tub floor as the water continued to pour down on her. She was broken, so very broken. There was nothing left inside. Temperance felt hollow--empty. What was there for her to do now? She would die, or wind up in jail, or both. What a riot! Her arms covered her head as she laid in the tub. It all came crashing back at her. One image after another.

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He threw her into the wall and a sickening crunch sounded as the sheet rock broke and a hole the size of her head appeared in it. She stumbled and pulled herself away from the wall. Temperance made her way to the staircase. His large meaty hand wrapped around her bicep, stopping her from escaping. He pulled her to face him and her eyes were wide in fear. "Don't you ever run away from me." She pulled her arm free and toppled down the staircase. Temperance rolled on the landing and smacked her head into the front door. "Tempy!" her father shouted as he came barreling down the stairs after her. "Tempy I'm sorry." He lifted her off the tile floor. Her head was bleeding and she wriggled out of his grasp.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted and began a shaky run back up the stairs. He grabbed her ankle and she crawled her way to the kitchen. Her father came stumbling after her and she rifled for something to defend herself. He wouldn't touch her anymore--never again. She found the knife block and her shaking fingers wrapped around the handle of a chopping knife. He stopped abruptly at the sight of her wielding it.

"Put down the knife Tempy."

"No. I won't. You won't hurt me anymore." He took a hesitant step closer and she thrust the blade forward. His eyes widened as it pierced his abdomen. She pulled it out of him. Rage overwhelmed her and the sudden sense of power was intoxicating. She thrust the knife again, and again, and again. Temperance lost count as to how many times it penetrated his body, but eventually he toppled to the floor in a pool of his own blood.

Her eyes were crazy as she pulled herself out of the bathtub. She searched the linen closet for a fresh towel and stumbled her way through the hall until she came to her bedroom.

 

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"I'm ROOOWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGG!" The Fisherman roared out over the sound of splashing waves.
It was unfortunate, but the motor on his boat had sadly died mid way back to shore. No matter though, Mr.Heckles might have been old, but his body was strong from years of working on the sea. You had to respect the sea like she was a beautiful girl, a beautiful girl who could be deadly if you treated her poorly, but would give you benefits if you made her feel like a queen. He had instantly gotten out his oars and started rowing, and singing his favorite original song to pass the time as a good burning feeling set into his working arms. "I like to ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW! IN! MY BOAT!" His voice called from over the sea spray and the roaring tides. Heckles felt truly alive and at peace when on the water. He looked at the box on the back of his boat which was filled with plenty of fresh fish he had caught from his voyage today. He had caught plenty and more, having been at it since the crack of dawn. "I gotta get some fish into that young pink nitwit. A fish a day will make that boy into a mighty young man!" He spoke to himself, or maybe his beautiful maiden; the sea. "Young Altair eats his fish and look at him!" He called out indignantly. "That Damn Old Brother of mine needs his fishies too! Kukuku! And maybe a slap with a wet fish. Same with his boy, and my pink Grandson." He chuckled to himself before he burst back into song.
"I'm ROOOWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGG!"
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❝Good morning, Theodore,❞

A familiar voice stirred him from a deep, unfortunately dreamless slumber. Theodore's eyes fluttered open just as he felt soft fingers leaving his scalp. After a barely audible groan of protest, he sighed and felt his heart start up quickly in his chest. Finally, he twisted around in his blankets to confirm who was assaulting him.​

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Aah, like he thought. The Beauty. Pretty straight forward, she was, with the whispering. Her thickly lashed, oceanic blue eyes met with his forest green ones. He fought off a blush rising in response to her affection and slid his body slightly higher against the headboard. ​

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❝Marina...Good morning.❞​

He was just about to ask what brought her to his guest room before the memories of the previous night came back to him. Rhia.​

Somewhat nervously, and admittedly a bit uncomfortable, Theodore turned his face away from her's. A strong part of him really did not want to risk coming across as a crazy person, so he was hesitant to really get into what he wanted to know about the Rhia that had met Marina. There were so many questions he had, but all too overwhelming to dive straight into.​

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❝About Rhia,❞ his voice was confident, despite his pounding heart. ❝I think I may know the girl you're talking about...Rhia is...❞​

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❝Rhia was my sister... Assuming we're talking about the same person.❞He bit his tongue, forcing himself not to go any further with that. ❝...Do you know how to get into contact with her? Or how to meet her?❞​

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❝Marina...Good morning.❞ She smiled at him and continued to run her fingers through his thick hair. He turned his face away and she set her hand down in her lap. ❝About Rhia,❞ his voice was confident as he dove right into the subject at hand. She had not anticipated him to jump right to it. It was rather disappointing. ❝I think I may know the girl you're talking about...Rhia is...❞ Ah, that was interesting. How would Theodore possibly know Rhia? ❝Rhia was my sister... Assuming we're talking about the same person.❞ He bit his tongue. Theodore must have been mistaken. There was no way she could be his sister. ❝...Do you know how to get into contact with her? Or how to meet her?❞

She curled up on the top of the bed next to him. Marina ran her fingers up and down his arm, a smirk on her lips. "Theodore, I am afraid you must be mistaken." She glanced up at him, blue eyes gazing into green. "Rhia is not of this world. She had elfish ears and rams horns. I see neither on you." She tugged lightly on his ears, playfully. "I have no idea how to contact her either. She was our ferryman. Rhia had acted as the flight attendant on the plane. I am sorry. I have no clue." Marina shook her head in dismay. She really did not like feeling useless. "Why do you think this creature is your sister?" she asked curiously. It was a rather peculiar notion. Marina smiled at him, but it was a little sadder than before. She still could not get over the fact that she provided so little information about Rhia.

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Heidi woke up to the smell of ham cooking. Her stomach instantly started to growl and she climbed out of bed a bit clumsily. She made her way across the wooden floor and to the bedroom door. From the upstairs hallway, she could hear voices in the kitchen and she wondered what they might be talking about. Heidi inched her way down the hall and staircase until she reached the kitchen. Altair appeared to be holding some sort of letter while Mr. Marshall was cooking again. Altair had said he never cooks, but that would make two mornings in a row.

"G-good morning," she mumbled as she entered the kitchen. "The ham smells good." Heidi took a seat at the table and fidgeted with her fingernails. How long do you plan on keeping this up deary? Wh-what do you mean? You can't hide here with them forever. The police are still looking for you. You'll only cause them more problems. Granted, that sounds like fun to us. She lowered her head until it was barely resting above the wooden surface. She glanced up at Altair, but refused to lift her head. "What's th-that?" Her fingers picked at their opposing nails forcefully. She scratched at the surface of the nails over and over again. Heidi's brown eyes drifted back to the table in front of her.

 

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"Maaaadddeeee!"

She flinched, eyes snapping open and panic surging through her. That was, until the motel room flashed the memories of last night back to her brain. Her body twisted out of it's warm ball, and she rolled onto her back with a gentle sigh. Thomas must have been outside waiting for her.

...Thomas!?

So distraught and in shambles, she hadn't taken nearly enough time to analyze this situation. So, she decided to do so as she got up and walked to the bathroom to wash her face and freshen up as best as she could. Thomas...Thomas was supposed to be in the hospital...For, like, ever. He had been declared basically brain dead by the doctors quite a bit ago and they said that even if he did manage to wake up from the coma, he had suffered irreparable brain damage and would be gone to her and everyone else for the rest of his life.

So what had changed?

Was this a miracle, or was she having another breakdown--imaging things?

Her cheeks flooded with warmth as she stared herself down in the dirty bathroom mirror. Her thin fingers traced over her cheeks, gaunt and pale, then over her the buttons of the heavy green coat she had slept in. Her breath caught in her throat as she braided her fingers down to push the buttons through their respective loops until she could slip the coat over her shoulders to expose the (needlessly elaborate) black and white dress underneath. Her lips were dry, so she licked them and tilted her face to get a decent view of her right side (which was, not surprisingly, just as pale and thin as her left).

Knock, knock, knock.

Her shoulders stiffened. She draped the green coat over her arm and took a step back, examining herself once more before leaving the bathroom and laying her coat on the foot of the bed. She smoothed out the black skirt of her dress and stepped over to the door, pulling it open and catching Thomas mid-heel-rocking. She smiled, he was such a kid, but then the smile fell away and her eyes glanced quickly away from him and at the door--just for somewhere to look.

"You really came...Come in, I guess."

She stepped away to allow him inside, carefully examining his movements for any faltering.

 

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"H-hey dad?"​

"Hm... yes Bronagh?"​

"What happens when people die?"​

"...well, it depends what you choose."​

"Huh?"​

"Some people go to paradise, their own little paradise in their head. Everything they want, is there. Some people, go to their own nightmare. People choose which one they want, they don't know it. Some people stop existing completely. They decide they don't have a need to continue. Some people choose to live again to retry their mistakes."​

"Live again? How is that possible?"​

"Everything in your life is a choice Bronagh, even how you die or keep your existence going."​

"Which would you choose Daddy?"​

"...I would stop existing."​

"Why?!"​

"I feel like I have lived my life well, I have a beautiful daughter, a wonderful wife who understand me for who I am, and everything I have done is the choice I wanted to make. I feel no need to restart, find a paradise, live in my fears..."​

"...how about instead, you relive again and we can both fix our mistakes together!"​

"No Bronagh, I don't think so..."​

"Why Daddy? Why wouldn't you fix the mistakes you have made?"​

"Because sweetheart, the mistakes I have made have changed me for the better."​

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She stood across the street from the place she calls home. There was a car parked in front of it, but it was certainly not a cop car. Bronagh walked slowly up to the house and stared at the car. She did not recognize it from anywhere, but here it was anyway. The door was closed but when she turned the door handle she noticed it was not locked.​

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She pushed open the door slowly and poked her head inside. It was quiet. As she stepped inside she figured her idiot neighbor had parked in front of her house or something and her mother had originally left the door unlocked for her to come back inside. As she walked in further she heard a large crash upstairs and looked up holding her breath.​

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"Damn it! That looked expensive too!"​

"It broke really easy... it wouldn't have gotten us as much as you were hoping."​

"Whatever. Let's get this TV in the car."​

"Are we taking the DVDs too?"​

"What would these even sell for?"​

"It's the Little Mermaid on DVD! It's in the Walt Vault!"​

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Bronagh heard the steps come running down and she ran into the kitchen and hid underneath the counter. She peaked her head out because the front door was in the living room in the opposite direction. Bronagh watched helplessly as two figures carried her mother's bedroom television from upstairs and straight outside.​

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They were wearing gray hooded sweatshirts with the hoods up, but their actions were so casual as they walked outside that no one would even tell that they were robbers. Bronagh quickly got up and ran upstairs and into the bathroom upstairs. She never thought she would EVER need to use the phone that was in there but she did anyway and tried to call the police.​

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"911 what is your emergency?"​

"Yes please help there are robbers in my house."​

"Are you in the house?"​

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BAM​

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"Stop being so damn loud."​

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She quickly hung up the phone and curled up into a ball as she listened to them speak.​

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"Alright, we should only get stuff now that we can't tell if it's worth anything big."​

"Aw I wanted one of those teddy bears in the room."​

"Seriously?"​

"That bear is so cute."​

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Not my stuffed bear you assholes.​

"I remember there was a statue of a mummy somewhere, that one looked like it could be worth something."​

"The small one?"​

"Yeah, I can't remember where it was I think it was in-"​

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She had locked her bathroom door before she had walked in. Now it was absolutely silent as she made sure not to keep her breathing heavy.​

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"This door was definitely unlocked."​

"Are you sure?"​

"Yes I am damn sure, I know I came in here and there was that painting on the back of the door. It was the pyramid and that's why I am certain the mummy is in here!"​

"Did you lock the door?"​

"How the fuck do you lock a door from the outside?!"​

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She heard the door made a cracking noise as it opened. Bronagh was staring face to face with a man with a long black beard and another short man with no eyebrows. She stared in horror as the man with the beard laughed, "It's the runaway girl they mentioned in the obituary."​

"She was dead?"​

"No it was her mother, I meant the newspaper. She went missing after her mother had died, possibly before it."

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The man walked up closer to Bronagh and frowned, "So what do we do now? We know she's here she knows we're here."​

The man with no eyebrows pulled out a gun and shot at the phone and Bronagh screamed. The man with the black beard grabbed her in the middle of it, "Shhh did you call the police already? I bet you have. Now we've gotta get out of here."​

"What are we supposed to do with her? She knows what we look like. I'm not fond of hostages though, especially teenagers."​

"Big fucking deal, would you rather us get caught? We have been hired by to steal. Not to kidnap. But we can't lose our cover. We are some of the best. Always go after the recently dead."​

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Bronagh watched the man pull out a white glove and put it up to her face. Bronagh struggled still screaming as her world went black.​

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Temperance ignored the phone for now. It was probably just her mother anyway. She stumbled to the closet and put on the simplest outfit she could find. The pain in her waist was still coursing through. She needed to go to the hospital now that she was cleaned up. A sense of despair washed over her at the thought. She didn't want the baby, but she hadn't imagined it going this way. Her body refused to quit trembling the entire time. The cheerleader could barely even get a brush through her tangled wet hair. She was a mess and the dead body of her father was lying in the kitchen. I... I need to clean that up... What do I do? All she truly wanted was someone to talk to, but there was no one she could tell. This had to be a secret--just like the pregnancy. No one could know. Her father had already been fired from work. They wouldn't notice his absence since he was already gone. The only matter was of the pile of past due bills.

She continued to cry to herself as she pulled on the high tops over her feet. The house reeked of death and booze. It was overwhelming. Even with the likelihood of the baby being dead, it still made her nauseated. Temperance pulled on her jacket before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Her trembling hands picked up the phone. She would need to call another cab. Immediately after unlocking the screen, she saw a surplus of text messages and missed calls. What could be so-- Her eyes locked onto the name that they were all from. Slowly, she began to go through each of them.

Why--why did he care? She had been the one at the door, but he didn't want to talk to her. Why was he continuing to be so hot and cold? When they were together, he would hardly say anything at all and then as soon as she was gone there would be messages.

He had called her. How many times did he call her? It was more than a dozen. She sighed as tears began to escape her once more.

I'm sorry. I was... busy. I couldn't come to the phone. What would have happened if I answered? Would he still be dead? Tears flowed harder.

No! No it's not your fault. I left. I left and brought myself here. I should have waited... I should have waited longer... A choked up sob escaped her throat. How many more of these were there?

"I'm sorry Cherno. I'm so sorry. I was fighting, and you were here worried about me. I'm sorry. I hate you. How can you be so frustrating all of the time? I hate you and I... and I... I hate you. Why do you make me feel this way?" Tear droplets splashed against the touch screen.

I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I wish I could have answered. I really do. There were more calls from after the messages ended. There were calls from after it all ended and she fell asleep on the kitchen floor. He had been trying to reach her long into the night. Her heart began to break. It was more painful than anything she felt the night before. Temperance slid the phone out of the rubber case and picked the orange tablet out that rested between the phone and the case. She had been saving it for a moment like this. It helped last time. It would help this time. Her heart lurched as she set the small orange tablet on the tip of her tongue and closed her mouth.

She closed her eyes as tears continued to trickle down her cheeks. Her eyes had been puffy and red prior, but now it was even worse. She needed to call him back, but she needed to go to the hospital. It would take a few minutes before the effects began to take place. Her very soul hurt. Was that even possible? Her chest ached so badly. Temperance dialed the number with shaky fingers and lifted it to her ear. It rang, and rang. She was beginning to think he wouldn't answer. She was ready to die again. Was talking to him this much tempting fate? Crestatia already knows how she feels, she could kill her without a second confession. The first had already confirmed what was obviously there. "Ch-Cherno," she choked out into the phone. Her heart felt as if it were being ripped from her chest.

I'm disgusting. He probably hasn't said anything about it because he secretly suspects how filthy and worn out I am. I wouldn't want me either. She stared vacantly at the wall in front of her. Her head throbbed. Her throat was hoarse, and her eyes were tired.

 

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❝Theodore, I am afraid you must be mistaken. Rhia is not of this world. She had elfish ears and rams horns. I see neither on you.❞

Theodore's eyebrows knitted together, but his stern expression was interrupted when she tugged on his ears. Marina was very...hands-on, it was ridiculous enough to make him want to laugh. Ah, where had the days of subtly gone.​

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❝I have no idea how to contact her either. She was our ferryman. Rhia had acted as the flight attendant on the plane. I am sorry. I have no clue. Why do you think this creature is your sister?❞​

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❝...My sister is dead. I dream about her a lot, though, and in my dreams lately she's been talking about this whole email thing, and giving me advice.❞​

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Oops, too blunt. But it wasn't like he was still mourning. He saw Rhia often enough, after all. The feeling of her fingers on his arms lingered. He nearly snorted aloud. A tiny desire to be as blatant(or more so) as Marina was being bubbled up inside of him, but he resisted, for now. He wasn't sure if he was as interested in her as he had been before. She was coming on awfully...strong. He sighed and sat up further until he was sitting completely. He wasn't into sluts. What a shame.​

❝I'll show you.❞
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Theodore reached over to grab his phone, leaning against the headboard as he browsed quietly through the pictures in it's gallery for a few moments. When he found the picture he was looking for, he showed her the screen. ​

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❝Obviously she didn't look like...how she does...when she was alive.❞​

Ugh, what a weird thing. Referring to her as any sort of 'not-alive' made him queasy. Without letting the moment drag on for too long, he turned the display of his phone off and rubbed the back of his head.​

❝It's alright if you don't know how to get to her. Thank you for your help. I think I'll be heading home today.❞​

 

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"Its not...I just....yeah its ham....thanks" the old man said giving up on the idea of Canadian Bacon.

When Altair noticed Heidi walk in he smiled as he looked up at her "Morning Heidi" Altair said as he began to place away the envelop. "This letter is is from my school informing me that its students are moving to Brookridge" Altair said closing his eyes. His time in Coy was over for now, if he stuck around then he would surely be killed off. He figured the play would be shifted over to Brookridge and everybody else would be heading there as well. "Heidi...lets head over to Brookridge...is that alright with you" Altair said. The old man's attention was immediately caught but said nothing.

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The abandoned warehouse was cold and damp, there was nobody except one single man named Haller. The warehouse was a perfect place for the man to do his business and in general he felt like he was on top of the world. His boss left Coy and left the city was left in his care. Haller couldn't possibly help but laugh at his boss' poor decision. The fool was a mere a mere teen and he was surely an idiot for letting him have control over Coy. Slowly Coy would be under his absolute control and eventually his territory will expand farther and farther.

The time for that was soon to come, but for now Haller decided to move slowly for now. Thefts were usually his course of action and luckily for him there was a perfect place for him to ransack. The owner was dead and the daughter was missing, such a perfect opportunity for a quick buck and Haller would not waste it. Feeling it was a waste of time, Haller hired a few hands to do his dirty business and for now he awaited the two's return.

The two he hired returned relatively fast and to his surprise they returned with not only the stuff of desire, but brought something quite interesting "well then what do you have here?" Haller said with a smirk as the things were immediately placed and the girl was set down.

"Some girl found us during our little theft, she saw too much so we brought her here" The bearded man said. ​

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"You incompetent fools...though you brought something of interest so just leave...you'll receive your pay soon" Haller said as the two departed out of the room. With a smile, Haller began to grab a rope and tied the purple haired girl. "How interesting" Haller said with a sickening grin as he chuckled.​

 

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"This letter is is from my school informing me that its students are moving to Brookridge," Altair said closing his eyes. "Heidi...lets head over to Brookridge...is that alright with you?"

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Heidi swallowed down a sudden lump in her throat. She couldn't go anywhere. It was too dangerous. Where was he expecting her to stay in Brookridge? It wasn't like she could attend the school. Then they would know exactly where she was. They would take her away. She shook her head no. She couldn't go. "N-no." Heidi stood up abruptly, slamming her hands down on the table. She needed to get out of here. It was time to leave. She had overstayed her welcome. They were probably using this as an excuse to finally ditch her. "N-no. Can't go... They'll find me..." She had escaped the hospital and was now viewed as a runaway--a runaway with a mental health disease. They would find her and send her to be with Ramona. She didn't want that. Oh why not deary? It sounds fun. Don't you think your mother misses you? We do. N-no. I won't see her. I can't. Suit yourself. They shrugged. Heidi's feet glided across the kitchen floor as she quickly made her way out of the room.

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❝...My sister is dead. I dream about her a lot, though, and in my dreams lately she's been talking about this whole email thing, and giving me advice.❞ That was an interesting development. It was certainly not one she had expected. How often was a lot. Theodore sighed and sat up further until he was sitting completely. He seemed rather put off. Marina pressed her lips into a hard line and followed suit. He seemed different now. Before, he appeared to be hanging on her every word, whereas now, it seemed as if he barely wanted to look at her. It was time to drop the act, and to that, she was disappointed.

❝I'll show you.❞ Wait, what was he showing her? He had reached for his phone and held up an image of a young girl. There were obvious physical differences, but Marina did notice some similarities as well. Could this young girl really be the Overseer of Hearts? ❝Obviously she didn't look like...how she does...when she was alive.❞ That was an understatement if she ever heard one. He paused for a moment or two. She had not really been keeping track for how long. ❝It's alright if you don't know how to get to her. Thank you for your help. I think I'll be heading home today.❞

Oh dear. It was time to rectify any damage she had caused to her relationship with Theodore. Yes, they all needed to leave, but she was not ready for him to go just yet. Marina pulled her long legs in close to her body and hugged her knees. She cocked her head to the side and smiled sadly at him. Her eyes darkened as she spoke. "Yes, yes. Everyone must leave today. I hope my actions have not come off with ill-intentions. I enjoy helping people, and everyone needs help in different ways. As for your sister, I do see vague similarities between the image you have shown me and the girl I remember from my memories. Most prominently, the shape of her face and that short bouncy hair. They both seem to be rather small and petite." She nibbled on her lower lip as she continued to speak.

The spot on her cheek no longer stung, but she could still feel the smack that her mother created against her skin. Her fingers prodded her cheek lightly as she tried to wipe the memory from her mind. "I did not mean to disturb you, I only came into your room to seek refuge from my mother and so we could speak; since you wished for us to do so in private. I appreciate you feeling comfortable enough to share that with me. It means a lot." Cracking Theodore was easier than she had imagined it would be. She did not even need to sleep with him--how disappointing. "If you wish, I shall leave you to prepare yourself for departure." Marina released her legs and slid them off the edge of the bed so that she was sitting normally.

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She felt no strength in her body as she slowly regained consciousness. At first she thought maybe she was still sleeping at Marina's house but then she was finally aware of the setting. It took only a few more minutes for her to notice the rope trying her up.​

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Wait... what...?​

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Bronagh then finally gained the ability to use her brain once again and remembered the robbery and the 2 men and the glove. She noticed her mouth wasn't taped but she was not awake enough to even think about screaming, instead she was thinking about less important things.​

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Huh... no tape, so it's not entirely like the movies...​

Not that the ropes aren't... kidnappings... yup...​

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When the situation finally clicked in her brain she manage to pull out a whisper, "Damn it... where the fuck am I?"​

 

She finally opened up! The door. A quiet sigh escaped him as relief flooded him seeing that she had't left in the night or something. He listened to her, catching the obvious croak to her morning voice. His lips curled up into a characteristic smile, pearly whites gently showing after he was invited.

Upon receiving the invite, he walked in and spun on his heels in the center of the room, right in front of the bed. "No camera, see?" he said playfully as he lowered his arms and took her in. His heart fluttered as he took in her state, what could he do to make it better? Food. Everyone liked to eat. "Let me buy you breakfast, and we can talk, about everything." Oh he wanted to touch her, hold her hand, hold her, something, anything to let her know that it would get better. Somehow.

 

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Altair's eyes opened up immediately upon hearing the girl's words and his attention immediately locked onto the girl "Heidi wait" Altair yelled as he immediately got up and rushed over to the girl and grabbed her hand. Immediately he set his gaze over at the old man who merely sighed

"Yeah, Yeah...I'll work on it" the old man said understanding just where Altair was heading with this as he walked out of the room.

Turning his attention back to the girl, Altair pulled her closer to him and turned her to face him. "Heidi you won't be caught" Altair said as he placed his hands onto her shoulder "I won't let them capture you...do you remember what I told you when we first met? I told you I would try my best to make sure they didn't find you. I'll stay true to my word and even if they do catch you, you'd better damn well expect me to break you out" Altair said as he immediately embraced the girl. "You'll come with me and stay with me at Brookridge, I don't want you to think of yourself as a burden...because your not. I made my decisions and I will stay true to them with no regrets" Altair said stroking the top of her head as he looked down at her. He couldn't leave her alone, if they wished to live they needed to head to Brookridge. Letting go of the girl Altair placed his hands on the sides of her arms and stared at her face to face with a smile "I want you to smile more...you look nice when you do" Altair said

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"Well it looks like the runaway has awoken...I'm quite impressed, I didn't expect you to awake so soon" Haller suddenly said as he smirked and walked up to the awoken Bronagh as he glanced down at her and smirked."To answer your question the best answer would be, none of your concern. To simply sum up your situation you merely were at the wrong place at the wrong time. My boys were collecting the spoils and to my fortune they found the most valuable object it seems" Haller said as he licked his lips and grabbed both her hat and hair and pulled it up. "Go ahead and scream...nobody will hear you from here" Haller said.

 

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"Well it looks like the runaway has awoken...I'm quite impressed, I didn't expect you to awake so soon."​

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Bronagh looked at the man the voice had belonged to, she knew what was going to happen when she tried to move but she still attempted anyway.​

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"To answer your question the best answer would be, none of your concern. To simply sum up your situation you merely were at the wrong place at the wrong time. My boys were collecting the spoils and to my fortune they found the most valuable object it seems."​

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Most valuable object what the hell are you talking about?​

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Bronagh flinched a couple of times and could finally identify what type of place she was in, a warehouse. The question was, where?​

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Bronagh felt her hair and her hat get pulled up and listened helplessly as she heard,​

"Go ahead and scream...nobody will hear you from here."​

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At those words she finally started to freak out, "Wait stop! What are you doing?"​

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