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John's voice was sincere, but she didn't understand. Her arm relaxed and she lowered the spoon, completely forgetting about her pasta for a moment. What was he talking about? Her house was dry, for the most part. The flood had ended quite a bit ago, and luckily her house was one of the least damaged on the block. It wouldn't hurt her to stay here. She had food, and warmth, and comfort...Why would she go to a cold, unfamiliar stadium? ​

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She felt a bit uncomfortable and looked down at her sock covered toes, attempting to distract herself. John still showed no sign of malicious or negative intent--but perhaps her reading of him was off slightly...Or maybe he was just confused. Maybe he thought that this small amount of water would be enough to get her down...Or that she wasn't capable of being alone. It was really kind of him to look out for her, really, so she smiled and lifted her head. She would just have to prove it to him!​

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He was stranger, but until his energy changed, she felt she could trust him. With that, she stepped back further into the house, allowing him inside and locking the door behind them. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Are you hungry...? I'm making pas...PASTA! Oh my goodness...❞​

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Eleanora turned quickly, leaving John dumbfounded in her living room, and darting back into the kitchen. The silver pot of water had boiled over and the red hot eye of her old-fashioned stove hissed in protest. She quickly lowered the heat and began to stir her noodles into the calming liquid, sighing in relief. It would have been a pain to have to boil some more water if all of it had evaporated...​

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That last part was soft...timid, even. She was cooking for this stranger...She wondered briefly how old John was. ​

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Matt's attempts to stay and look after the girl, when some guy had ran over and possessively picked her up to take her away. He almost looked mad at him for looking after her, what was so bad about him trying to help her? Matt was annoyed that he didn't seem to be allowed to help and everything he did today seemed to go wrong today, however he didn't cause a fuss.

It did look like he knew the girl and he supposed he could understand being like that when he was really worried about her. It still seemed a little uncalled for though. He stayed around though, watching the girl from a distance, sad he couldn't do more. He realised as he watched, he did recognise the guy from school, he was in his year, Harvey? No, not that but something similar. He didn't know him well enough to have a opinion on him though. Anyway paramedics rushed to the scene not long after and it looked like the girl would probably be okay. He was glad about that but still everything he'd done that day seemed to be wrong.

He went shortly after and threw himself onto his bed when he got to it. This day seriously sucked and hopefully tomorrow would be better. He'd have to find Zoey again and make everything good, though that was easier said than done.

 

The bus ride back home was silent for Alex. After the events that had happened, he didn't feel like talking. All he wanted do was sit in his room. Fortunately the ride was short and his was soon at his house. Going up to the door, he used his key to open it and go inside, where he found a note from his parents. It said that they would be out late, so he went up to his room and sat on his bed. From that moment on, he was just sitting there staring off into space.

 

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Aileen and Brian walked out of the resort and to his car. They both left their luggage in the trunk and then got to their seats. Closing the door behind her Aileen sighed. Two dead? There was no way that it could've been a coincidence. Aileen bit her lip as Brian started up the car and left the parking lot.

Now they were headed home- somewhere Aileen did not want to go. She was not willing to face her parents this soon. They probably weren't ready to face her either. "Brian, do you mind if I stay over at your house tonight?" she asked. "I really don't want to go home."

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It wasn't for another ten minutes that the annoying one and Jeremy got into the car. Mrs. Kerring began driving. For the first bit of the drive, all Tamora could talk about was potentially being killed. She said things along the lines of, "It was a homicide. Like, I could've been killed if I was there," and, "I'm glad that Jeremy was there." Her voice was so whiny it was irritating her. You didn't die, get over it.
But now that she knew that the deaths were connected to the email, Cristina could not help but feel scared for herself.She had so many questions floating around in her mind. The email said that we had 100 days to live, how could there be people dead already? There was a code in the email. What does it mean? Why are there rules? Who is C, and what is she?

Her train of thought was disrupted by Jeremy. "Hey are you feeling better? You were throwing up earlier, weren't you?" Oh my god why would you bring that up. Now Mrs. Kerring's going to-

"You were throwing up?! It's late now...That's it we're taking you to see a doctor first thing tomorrow." By doctor she probably meant the hospital, and that was the last place she wanted to go.

 

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"Brian, do you mind if I stay over at your house tonight? I really don't want to go home." Brian nodded and replied sweetly, "Of course Aileen. You are always welcome over. Besides, I don't think my family is home yet anyway." He quickly turned to her and flashed a smile, turning his eyes back onto the road. It was dark out, so he especially needed to stay vigilant.

Brian popped the trunk as they skidded to a stop in front of Brian's house. He threw his head back with a sigh, and rolled his head to Aileen where he gave a look of exhaustion and disbelief. Everywhere he went, somebody always died. He growled under his breath.

 

John stepped into the dark, decrepit building. He took in her appearance and wondered how could anyone live in such a clearly unlivable habitat. The floor creaked under their feet and John didn't even want his feet touching such a filthy and ugly floor. He looked at her socked feet and wondered how did she not get splinters. Or better yet he thought as he gazed about the dark interior and coughed because of the dust, how was sshe not half dead from living in such a place. Once again he had to remind himself that if she could help him, then she would be worth all this. That he had to play along. Maybe she was a thief and that's how she got by. And she showed up to school, maybe she had an odd relative to buy her things to survive and just left her crazy bottom be. He bit his lip and held his breath as he settled onto the slightly damp seats of her couch. His bottom would be wet by the end of this.

Think John. If this nucking futs girl was truly crazy, someone from Bellhurst would have locked her up ASAP. Hell she never would have made it to the hot springs or even convince a driver to allow her on the bus. He was tensed now, but only because her old clearly abandoned home was so bad. He focused on her as she vanished to what he assumed was a kitchen, she was just an odd child who was alone a lot so she invented herself as a witch. But if John's gamble was right, she would possibly lead him to something much more valuable then a crazy witch wannabe.

" Your home is lovely Eleanora. Very good design and so tidy. Do you clean all by yourself?" He kept pretending this situation was normal, there was no need to spook her, he needed her knowledge, and possibly get her to do it'd so he wasn't the heathen between the two of them.

He raised his voice incase she couldn't here him since she was in the kitchen still, " Thank you for being so nice to me. I would like to try it." John swallowed nervously, he could hear banging that was too loud to be a ladle stirring anything. It sounded more like...childlish stick and pot banging which was slightly worrying and slightly relieving, he didn't want to eat pasta or anything red and made by a witch.

 

Allison was a bit confused when Harley got a hold of her and told her to pack up. She noticed immediately that something was wrong with him as she saw Quintus faint. Everything was moving so quickly all of a sudden, that she almost forgot about her task she set for herself. That was fine though, the next time she saw Heidi, she'd give her the bandages. When they had gotten back to their room to pack, Allison was slightly annoyed that after unpacking everything, she had to pack everything back up. She should've succumbed to laziness. However, now wasn't the time. Allison packed up everything as fast as she could and went with Harley back to his car. He drove extremely fast, and Allison was almost scared had she not known that Harley was a very trustworthy driver. Not a single word was spoken on the hour drive back. Harley dropped her off at her house, and she barely had a chance to say thank you and goodbye before he drove off. He seemed very worried about his cousin. He had told her he'd text her later about the situation with Quintus. She sighed as she unpacked her things and took a shower, thinking on things before drying her hair and laying on her bed. If she thought about the deaths too much, she would cry. She knew this, so she tried not to. The last thing Allison thought before drifting to sleep was how she hoped that Quintus, Heidi, and Harley would be all right.

 

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Before going to bed, Alyssa decided to listen to some music. ​

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She started off with the stuff on her Tumblr's music player, then went on to Soundcloud to find some more stuff. ​

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At first she didn't find much, then she listened to this, and got amazed by the beauty of it. ​

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Then she remembered the lyrics of the song: She's buying the stairway to hea-ven. ​

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The song made Alyssa remember Crestatia's email, about that she only had 100 days left to live (well, more like 87 days now) ​

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When they made it to Brian's house, the two brought their bags with them to the door. Brian fished around in his pockets for the keys, and when he found them, he opened the door. Brian was right, his family wasn't home yet. The house was quiet.

Stepping inside, Brian flipped a switch to turn on some of the lights. "You look tired, Brian. Let's just get some sleep, okay?" Brian seemed to agree with her suggestion. He led her to the guest room that she had stayed in previously, and then walked to his room to sleep.

Aileen closed the door behind her and dropped her duffle bag by the vanity. Aileen got changed into her pajamas. Nothing in the room had changed from the last time she was there. She slipped into bed. The last time she was here, she sobbed about Abby's death. This time she was frustrated about family issues and by the two deaths. Am I going to find myself here every time something goes wrong? And with this thought, she drifted off to sleep.

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The ride home did not seem to feel as long as the ride to the resort. Perhaps it was because Tamora had fallen asleep on the way, or maybe it was because she had a lot to think about. At one point, she had found herself thinking, not about the email, but about the hospital. I have to go to a hospital? She can try, but I refuse to. I refuse!

Walking into the orphanage, Cristina took off her shoes at the door and immediately made her way up to her room. Tamora was half-awake behind her, with Jeremy guiding her up to make sure she didn't fall backwards. Cristina wished that she was still asleep, but a half-awake Tamora was better than the fully-awake annoying one. She looks drunk. Cristina giggled to herself.

Reaching their room, Jeremy for his. Tamora found her way over to her bed and soon fell back asleep. Unpacked her things quietly, so that she did not wake her. She then walked to the washroom to get changed and ready for bed. Lying in her bed, staring at the white ceilings she began thinking to herself. I might have to go back there...Mommy? Daddy? Are you still sleeping there? If I go will I see you there? A tear slid down her cheek. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

 

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Glowing. She was glowing with pride. Her eyes welled up with happy tears, but they never fell. It took someone truly magical to notice all of the work that had been put into keeping the house neat and tidy. No matter how long any one was gone, she always made sure to keep everything clean and put together. She loved cleaning. She loved organized spaces with lots of room to fill up with energy. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Thank you so much...Ye-yes, I do. I clean it by myself.❞​

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With a boost of confidence, she quickly finished the pasta and smothered the tender noodles with pasta sauce. She made two bowls and poured some drinks before bringing the dinner back to the living room, using one of her mother's breakfast trays. She sat on the couch beside John and waiting politely for him to start eating before she would dig it. ​

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Cherno glanced back at the young girl who looked at him with fearful eyes. Was this the girl named "Heidi"? He had absolutely no idea who she was, or who she could be. Did-- did he know her before? From before the twelve days? He could not pinpoint a single memory involving her delicate face. Who was she? Cherno couldn't think. Ugh. He was tired. So tired. He slumped to the cold metal table. He had barely been able to pay attention to all of the evidence that the cold-nosed detective had placed on the table and ruffled throughout their faces. A letter. How pleasant. He couldn't lift his eyes to read it right now. The weight of her simple lack of existence tarnished the lustre of his soul. Her phone was missing? Oh.

Was that why she was never able to reply to her texts?
Did she even see his response text?

Heidi surreptitiously slipped him something. Wait, what? Pieces of a phone.
Pieces of ... of Temperance's phone. Wait.

Something wasn't right at all.

Cherno raised his head and turned to the boy named Altair. He barely knew anything about him, but he at least knew that he was in the same boat as himself. Cherno sighed and looked towards the cold-nosed detective. His bony face contrasted with his silky, expensive black suit. He briefly adjusted his tie. Had to be presentable, after all. Working with potential criminals here, right? Detectives. He seemed the complete opposite of the jolly Suchet. This detective was a man who treaded the boundary between death and shadowy non-existence.

His calculating gaze from behind his rimless glasses shone coldly towards Cherno and Altair. What was he thinking? Cherno simply leered back at him.
He was going to settle this. There was no way this was a suicide.

Cherno lowered his head and held his arms against the table, closing his eyes.
"'Scuse me, mister detective."
The detective clapped his hands and smiled deviously. "Please. Call me Inspector Theodore. What is it?" His voice was eerily cold and robotic, and spoke with the soft, careful accent of upper class Brookridge that Cherno had previously heard in the young man named Harley.
"You all keep calling the little mojo show a suicide."
"It is an absolute certainty that it was a suicide."
"That is ridiculous." Cherno shook his head in dismay.

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Why do they believe it is a suicide?​

There is a note and a series of texts.​

But they say that they are missing Temperance's phone, having seen things through Madeline's.​

Would that really be a good enough basis?​

No, it wouldn't. It leaves out an entire half.​

Not to mention the very proof that Heidi had just handed to him ...​

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Cherno lightly tapped the table with his hands, and stared back at the detective's piercing gaze. His glasses reflected the light, casting opaque white squares before his eyes.
"I've got a jive little objection to your conclusion!"
Theodore laughed.
"Let me lay out the entire situation for you."

This was his chance.
He had to debate his point across.

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Cherno's Hand -- Which one to choose?

• The position of the body
• Madeline's presence
• The tears on the letter
• The broken phone
• Heidi's possession of the phone

Theodore's Thesis

• The Suicide of Temperance Spike and Madeline Moore

DRAW!

"We have collected an immense amount of proof showing that Miss Spike and Miss Moore have been involved in what can be called a collaborative suicide."

Sure thing. Just wait. Just wait.​

"Are you trying to tell me it wasn't? Pah, ridiculous!"

Why was he so full of himself? It was clear he was missing some valuable information.​

"Let me lay it out for you clearly."

Steady, now.​

"Point one, the letter. It is very clear, from the wording, that it seemed to imply suicide. Miss Spike was clearly in a state of depression while writing it."

That isn't true. She may have been depressed, sure, but the conditions fit the ditty factorizin' little problems of the e-mail well.​

Of course, I can't tell him that, can I?​

"Do you object to this?"

No objections. Keep waiting.​

"Good. It's clear enough. Second major point is the text message conversation."

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"As traced from the conversation between Miss Spike and Miss Moore ..."

There ... there, that-- that may be the key.​

I can see it now. It was like Heidi said.​

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They traced text messages between the two from Madeline's phone.​

But Temperance's phone was damaged and in Heidi's possession.​

Temperance would have been unable to send any text beyond the first few ones.​

Temperance was not involved with the further text messages, from the timing after the break. They came from another source!​

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There could only be one explanation.​

The text messages were a product of an external force used to trick this issue into a suicide.​

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"The text messages clearly imply the intent of mutual suicide between Miss Spike and Miss Moore."

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"There's an enormous fallacy in your teensy little conclusion, I'm mighty afraid, Inspector Theodore!" Cherno called out across the table. He brought out the pieces of the phone that Heidi had handed to him and pointed. "These are the remnants of-- of Miss Temperance Spike's phone. They were broken and taken by Heidi before the time of the text messages!"

Cherno's eyes widened and his foxlike grin returned. "You relied on the basis of only Miss Madeline Moore's phone, and not Miss Temperance Spike's corner of the bayou! These text messages are false leads and set-ups! It is clear that there's been a moseyin' little murder-scene at our little old hot springs locale, you dig!"

Theodore stared at Cherno for a brief moment, and looked down at the pieces of the phone, and back at Cherno, then to the phone, then at Altair, before slowly resting his cold eyes on Cherno. He smiled deviously. What the hell was he thinking now?
"Certification." Theodore said, with a shrug.
Wait.
What?
"I'll need to verify with your little friend Heidi that she actually had the phone, and the times fit. You've got a point, Mr. Plume, but for all we know, you're pulling arbitrary conclusions out of thin air. If you'll excuse me--" Theodore adjusted the cuffs of his velvet black blazer, and began walking towards the door.

But before he exited to meet Heidi, he turned back and called back to Cherno and Altair.
"If we have enough convincing proof, we can ... open up the possibility it was a homicide. Good luck finding enough clues for that, though. And one more thing. The little girl better have a convincing story and a witness of her actions, or--" He shrugged mockingly, "I can't say for sure that your argument would hold up to facts."

With a devious grin, Theodore left Cherno and Altair alone in the room.

A loud thud echoed from the room across the hallway of the police hall as Cherno, having realized that he did need Heidi's testimony to confirm the conclusions he set up, smashed his head forcibly against the metal table.

But wait.
The letter. What exactly was in the letter?
Cherno slowly slipped it into his hand and began reading it.

 

A single fork long stick lay on a cracked a chipped plate . He hoped it was his fork and not his noodles. What the Buck! She could not possibly be living off this! He wanted to win but this was going TOO far! What was wrong with her! This organized filthy husk of a home! This plate of inedible things! John was about to go off on a cursing rampage. He took a deep breath as his anger flared to heights he rarely reached. His jaw clenched slightly for a split second while he calmed his temper down. He took the twig in his right and held the plate with his left, eating heartily of the lungful of air she was feeding him. He mumbled how good it was from time to time for five of the longest minutes of his life before setting the plate on his lap.

Time to compliment this fictional meal and move onward with his plan. " That was great Eleanora, you cook as good as you clean. You've been taught good by your parents."

From his earlier comment he gathered that she was home alone and that the best bet for getting her out of this dump would be to get her to something she wanted. Like parents. All it took was a few more words, mentioning magic a few more times and presto. He was her 'guardian' to the stadium. John bought her bus fare and used his earlier purchased ticket to get on the bus. Once they settled the driver took off and had them dropped off at the Solbridge Stadium bus stop. Alright, time to meet the weirdos who would bring up their daughter this way. Helpful witch or no, she was still a witch. An open witch. And that just would not do.

 

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Heidi was placed on a bench in the hall and a female officer with approached her. Her features were sharp and her shoulders narrow. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and she took a seat on the bench next to heidi. "Miss layne, my name is officer gram."

Heidi narrowed her gaze at the woman, brows furrowed. "How do you know my name?"

"Is this you, miss layne?" Officer Gram held an image out in front of her. It was her school picture. She felt like someone kicked her in the stomach.

"Where did you get that?" Her voice was hoarse and she was starting to panic again.

"Your aunt dropped it off after the hospital reported that you ran away. We've been looking all over for you."

Heidi shook her head back and forth. She didn't want to do this. Her aunt was not a nice person. Not at all. "No. No. No. Not run away. Escape! It's not safe there!" She shouted and began pulling at her hair. There was a thud as a door closed beside her and the burly well dressed detective set a hand on her shoulder. Heidi recoiled at his touch, but had nowhere to jump to, being stuck between to officers.

"Miss layne, my name is inspector Theodore," he said gruffly. "I need to ask you about miss spike's phone."

Heidi glanced back and forth between the two, before settling her eyes on her hands. "Phone call. Shouting. Lindsey, pick up the phone. People dead. Then phone dropped. Temperance dropped phone. Shattered on the floor in the hot springs. Messages have to be fake. Phone broken. Cheerleader ran away. Shouting in men's bath. Then silence. Lots of silence. Quiet rest of night." Her hands wrapped tightly around her locks of hair as she shook her head back and forth. "Messages can't be real....nope, nope, nope. Phone broken. Other witness. Girl that looked like temperance saw it too. And nice girl Allison. She came in right after. Messages...can't be real..." she trailed off. This was wrong.

you're doing fine deary. Just focus. These are lies. Temperance didn't kill herself. Tell them that. Not us. inspector Theodore remained silent as he turned to head back to the interrogation room. He stopped at the door and glanced back at officer gram. They appeared to have some sort of silent conversation before he walked back into the room.

"Miss layne, your aunt, stacey mathers is on her way her to collect you."

Heidi's eyes flashed with some sort of identifiable intensity. The chocolate brown eyes reflected a mix of fear and rage. "No! Not her! She's mean! Locks me up!" She started shrieking and jumped up from the bench. This clearly caught the officer off guard and she stumbled to her feet.

 

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Inspector Theodore looked through the crumpled up letter that Cherno had left it as, careful to not get his manicured fingers near the small drops of blood. What a shame. He couldn't handle the letter, could he?

He stuck it in his breast pocket and looked back at the boy, now unconscious from the amount of rage that he had unleashed upon the dented metal table. The knuckles of his left hand were bloodied. He would have to stay the night in the station. After all, they still had much to question him about. Inspector Suchet would be returning soon.

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Before they left for the stadium, she ran up into her room to pack a few more things. She transferred her clothes to a large backpack for her to carry instead, and slid her white wand up her sleeve, strapping it down in a hidden way along her wrist and arm--just in case. She slipped Simon's phone into the backpack as well before telling John she was ready, picking up her umbrella, and exiting the warmth of her home when him. ​

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The bus ride was quiet again. She was both anxious and excited and it was eating her up inside. Would they be there? She hoped so. It felt like years since she had last seen her family. She missed them and...Well, Christmas was coming up. Eleanora wanted to be with them. Maybe another spell would work...But the words wouldn't come. Only anxiety. So she leaned forward and rested her forehead against the back of the seat in front of her. ​

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A squeak and a short hiss alerted her that they were there. The air was cold and the skies were gray. Would it be snowing soon? She hoped so. She missed the snow.​

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There were so many people! So many different colors and feelings swirling around the air...Why were most of them so sad? How bad had the flood really been for other people? She found herself straying from John's side, gazing out into the sea of people. It smelled strangely down here. The smell of hot chocolate and coffees clashed with that of stale bread, various soups and the inevitably strong scent of human. ​

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Dirty faces...Sad faces...Angry faces...tired faces...cheerful faces...worried faces...sleeping faces...but none that she recognized. She even ran up towards the bleachers to get a better view, but no luck. She felt defeated. ​

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After a long and tedious drive, the officer and Altair soon arrived at police station down in Brookridge. The entire trip was a silent one in which the occupants said nothing. Words were not needed at this point and Altair could only wait to see just why he was brought so far away. Walking into the station he was soon let into the interrogation room and sure enough Heidi was there. Surprisingly he didn't expect to see Cherno in the room as well.

Taking a seat down on the chair he was given, Altair crossed his arms and began to listen to the conversation that was taken place. In the end his prediction was right, his purpose there was to help solve the murder. It was ridiculous, he had no idea why he was connected to the murder and because of this fact he merely remained silent throughout the questioning.

Many things were discussed like the text messages and the problem of the broken cell phone. Cherno handled the situation quite well and Altair didn't need to open his mouth once. It was uneventful all the way until Cherno received the letter and acted in a fit of rage. Soon enough Altair was given the opportunity to leave. There was nothing he could do at the moment and as he glanced at Cherno, he walked out of the room.

 

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Heidi stood in the hall shrieking at the top of her lungs. The officers had all stopped and were staring at her now. They were clearly out of their element. "NO NO NO!!!" She started thrashing and the officer attempted to detain her while they waited for her aunt to arrive. Heidi had strands of hair tangled in her fingers and the scratches on her neck broke open.

"Heidi?" A familiar shrill voice floated to her from down the hall. Her eyes flashed to the sight of Aunt Stacey and her temper flared even higher.

"NO! I WON'T GO WITH HER! SHE IS AWFUL!!" She began kicking and screaming more violently and the officer wrapped her arms tightly around heidi's torso. Tears streaked down her face. they were laughing. they were enjoying this. It was exactly what they wanted. The look on her aunt's face was a mixture of fear and smugness. It was only a matter of time before heidi went to far in public and she would finally be able to have her institutionalized.

"Ma'am, if we can't control your niece she will have to be sedated and sent back to the hospital." Said Gram. She sounded on edge. This was getting overwhelming for everyone.

"Do it," Stacey whispered.

Heidi knew her aunt wanted nothing to do with her. It was a bout of misfortune that brought her to Aunt Stacey's house. The station nurse came running over with a capped syringe and she squirmed further. The nurse uncapped the syringe and a small bit of liquid squinted out the end before it was stabbed into her arm. Slowly, her body stopped responding to her thrashing. An ominous laughter echoed in her mind and her eyes began to close.

"N-no...not...not...ag..." she was out before she could finish the sentence. There were sirens as an ambulance wheeled into the parking lot to carry her to the hospital. Heidi had strange visions of her limbs being strapped down. She was being restrained again. It was all just like last time, but worse. She wouldn't be getting free this time. She would be locked up for good. Had altair and cherno seen it? Would altair fear her now? Would he visit her after they institutionalized her and kept her drugged out all the time?

Bright lights shown in her eyes, but her consciousness was trapped. There was no waking for her, not now. What would she awake to in the morning? Would they still have her drugged and restrained?

 

He made sure to stay close but not too close. Giving her the freedom she needed to find her family and have a reunion of some sort. John mostly kept his eye out for any Bellhurst kids. He was slightly glad that he found none and gladder when she came up alone and sad faced. She helped keep the enveloping loneliness at bay and keeping his patience and temper around her must be greater then actual meditation. His face filled with concern when she told him her plight.

John's hand reached out and awkwardly gave her shoulder two pats in what he hoped was a comforting, there there sort of way. He was about to use honeyed words on his little charge when a voice boomed out at them from right behind John. His heart kept and he jumped two feet before whirling around and coming face to face with Mr. Shannery.

Mr. Shannery was here to help but was inviting him to a free get together slash sleep over at the Two Sister's cathedral. It made John grin, this was nearly perfect for his plan. So he turned that grin on her.

" I'm sure they'll come here soon, or maybe even get the message about kids staying at the cathedral. It's a bit too late for you to be heading back home to that big house alone, how about we head to the cathedral, we can debate magic and faith." When she reluctantly agreed, lead the way to the Two Sister's van. It would drop them off and double back for Mr. Shannery. The old Cathedral owner gave him a key and told him it was too two doors that were accidentally fixed to the same lock, after John' explained the situation with Eleanora.

With both of them guaranteed rooms he could rest easy. Barely befriending Eleanora and getting through this day had tuckered him out. When they arrived at their last destination, John held the door open for her before ignoring everyone and everything, from Greeters to people up chatting. He left Eleanora to catch up as he explained the room situation,. He unlocked the one he'd give to her before unlocking the one given to him. With his witch safe for the night, he flung his shoes off and dropped his backpack by the door. With that done he clambered into bed and rolled in the blankets until he was cocooned in it.

 

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She hadn't really wanted to go, but it was too late to catch the bus, and she liked churches. She knew to keep the fact that she was...well, a witch, to herself for the night. All introductions made had been swift and short, and then she was hurried up into a large room all to herself. Upon meeting eye contact with herself in a large full body mirror, she wondered if anyone had ever been married in this cathedral. She could sense the presence of someone...or something...here, and it was a happy one. Maybe a smiling bride from the past? She bid her respects with a short nod.​

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After she set her things down, she found she much too tired to bother changing clothes. Instead, she simply removed her accessories and slid her wand and Simon's phone under her pillow, crawling up into the bed and basically collapsing onto the top quilt. ​

 

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Altair had only just gotten out of the room before he noticed a certain ruckus occur outside of the room he had exited out. Raising an eyebrow Altair glanced as some paramedics had entered the room and taken away a girl. It was an odd situation but when he realized just who was being carried away Altair's eyes widened then narrowed "Shit" Altair muttered. His body told him him to run after them but his mind told him to stop. There was no way that he could have stopped them from taking away from him and it would have been a disadvantage to them if he attempted anything. He was smart enough to know that if they noticed a connection between the two then it would be even harder to hide the girl.

Clenching his fist the teen watched as they took her away. His eyes glanced over at the so called aunt and he could only scorn her for her attitude and decision. He wouldn't let the lady get her way, he would retrieve Heidi and then show her there was no reason to be afraid. When the event came and passed, Altair left the station and walked off. It was way too late for him to of return home and at this point Altair wanted to just rest his head. Finding a nearby hotel, Altair paid the fee for a room and entered. With the busy day coming to an end Altair closed his eyes and fell fast asleep on the bed.

Spoiler: Meanwhile

The room was dark, none of the lights were lit and the only source of light was from the magnificent wide screened television. New of many death were all announced. There were accidents, murders and just plain mysteries.

A small chuckle escaped his mouth. The chair the black clothed teen sat on was truly magnificent. Such amazing cushions, such a regal design, it truly show the true wealth of those that inhabited the residence. Closing his eyes as he shook his head, the teen placed his wine glass to his lips and took a sip. "Hmm bitter…is this what adults are always bragging about?" the teen said as he lowered the glass and smiled. The news report had come to an end and commercials soon took its place. With this, the teen sighed and opened his eyes "alright I’m done, put on the light" the teen said.

Upon the command the others in the room quickly complied and soon the darkened house lit up. The light soon revealed something horrific in the eyes of civilians. What stood before the teen was a group of people all lying on the ground dead. Slashes to the throat, bullet shots to the head, and many different ways that led to their death, they all just remained there lifeless.

The sight didn’t phase the teen at all, after all why would the murderer feel sickened by the sight? Standing up from the chair the teen calmly smiled as he walked past the corpses. "The fools cherished their victory, they reveled in it, but how would they know that death would reach them in their glorious party" the teen said. Chuckles echoed out from some of the burly men that occupied the manor as well, but the teen ignored it for now. He silently walked forward and up to something he was looking forward to dealing with for a good while.

A man who was once called ally was now lying on the ground. His body was constricted by a heavy rope and his mouth was duct taped. Crouching down the teen smiled "Yo" he said with a smile as he ripped off the duct tape

"You son of ***** let me go this instant” the man said. He struggled to release the ropes so much but that proved so very futile.

“Come now I come to have a pleasant discussion and here you are starting off with the name calling? How mean” the teen said as he closed his eyes with a nonchalant smile. “Besides you did something you were not supposed to do and now it’s only fair you receive your punishment for it” the teen said as the nonchalant smile turned sinister. Snapping his fingers the burly men immediately took a cloth and tied it around the tied up man’s mouth. They then began to pour what seemed like a liquid all over the tied up man.

The prisoner could tell just what the liquid was from just the smell alone, it was gas. He struggled frantically, trying in vain to stop what was coming next. As he looked up he could see the teen stand up straight and pull out a pack of matches

“Ahh yes I nearly forgot to return these matches to you…enjoy” the teen said as he lit the match and tossed it on the body. The match reached its target and immediately the body was set ablaze. Like a fish out of water the man flopped around while his flesh was slowly beginning to be burnt away. He could only let out muffled cries of anguish.

Letting out a loud satisfying laughter, the teen placed the hood of his shirt over his head. The signal was let out and the house was set ablaze. Together with the men that accompanied him they exited the manor. All the valuables were taken along with group and together they walked away from the blazing manor.

“Coy City…It’s been a while” the teen said as he smirked “well then let’s have some fun” he said. With their journey at an end they finally reached their destination. Tomorrow was another day with so many possible outcomes. For now they merely found a hotel and rested for the night.

Blood shall be spilled down the Streets of Coy...Enter the return of..

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