Warehouse 13
Someday Arrived
By A. Rhea King
Chapter 1
Genna's house
Univille, SD
Genna came home to a quiet house. In the west, the evening sun was sinking slowly under the horizon and had lit the clouds with pinks, reds, and oranges. It did nothing for the heat. She dropped her briefcase in the nearest chair and unfastened her suit jacket as she kicked off her shoes. She paused for a moment, staring at the shoes. She could remember a time that covering feet was only considered when the weather cooled. She had started life millennia ago, in the land that had once been the kingdom of Prussia, and before that had no name. There the winters could not compare to the winter months in South Dakota, but it cooled enough to add another skin and wrap on feet coverings.
She smiled, kicking the high heels away and headed into the bedroom to change into shorts and a tank top. Walking into the room, she tossed her jacket on a chair and sat down on the bed. She reached back to unfasten her skirt when she felt hot air on the back of her neck. She froze, only moving her eyes to look to her left where it came from.
"No one else was the one," a familiar voice said behind her. "That. Leaves only. You, Genna."
She turned at the waist, staring at Evil Pete's lunatic grin. It broadened. She lunged for the door, sliding to a stop on the rug when Evil Myka almost glided into the door. She felt the hot breath on her neck again and hands on her arms.
"Are you the one, Genna?" he whispered in her ear.
Evil Myka reached out and pushed her hand against Genna's chest…
Hong Kong International Airport
Hong Kong, JP
Their digital devices distracted each Myka and Pete. Myka was watching a video of her niece's recital. Pete was into playing Dead Trigger on his tablet, killing zombies, and collecting the spoils of video game created death and destruction. Passengers hurried past were the two waited, going to or from flights.
"American flight 2373 will board in 10 minutes," the intercom woman told the terminal.
In synchronization, the two put their devices away and got up, gathering their carry-on bag and coats. They headed for the gate.
Myka looked at her phone when it beeped. "Artie got the crate with the Dynasty plate."
"I told him I had mad packing skills," Pete joked.
"He was more concerned about your inability to figure out how to fill out the tariff forms," she told him.
"That's why you did them."
She smiled.
They stepped into the line of people waiting to board American Airlines 2373. Pete suddenly had a strong sense that something was wrong. He felt panicked and afraid – and he realized he was not the one feeling this, Genna was. Suddenly he felt something burning his chest. He grabbed at it and almost fell over.
"What's wrong?"
He shook his head as he staggered to an empty nearby seat. He could barely catch his breath. Myka sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. He knew she didn't know how to help or what to do. He closed his eyes tight, wanting to scream from the searing pain, but he wanted to scream but this was not the place to let that kind of emotion out.
"What's wrong, Pete? Does it feel like a heart attack?"
"I feel like I'm being burned by fire."
Myka fumbled to find her cell phone and dialed. "Artie, go check on Genna." She shook her head. "Pete feel like he's being burned. Go check on Genna." She looked up, watching the flight starting to board. "I gotta go. Text me." She put the phone back in her bag. "Pete, we gotta get on this plane. I don't think being in a hospital in Hong Kong is a good idea, considering. Can you walk?"
He nodded, sucking it in. He got up and the two followed the line onto the plane.
"Take the window," Myka ordered.
Pete slid in to the window seat and leaned against the side of the plane, clutching his chest. Myka put their bags in the overhead and sat down next to him, taking his hand.
"Better? Worse?"
"It's not as intense. But I feel like…"
"Like what?"
He looked at her. "Someone's beating her and it's bad. I feel every hit." He closed his eyes, holding in the screams he wanted to erupt with from each hit.
Myka didn't have any advice. If something had happened to Genna, all she could do was wait.
Genna's house
Univille, SD
Artie stopped his car outside Genna's house. He and Steve stared at the dark house.
"She should be home now," Artie said, checking his watch. "She always tells Pete when she won't be home."
The two got out and walked up to the front door. They stopped, noticing the door was cracked open. Artie tapped it with his fingers and stepped inside.
"Genna?" he called.
They waited for an answer.
"I'll check around back," Steve told him.
Artie nodded.
"Genna, are you here?" Artie asked.
He turned on a light and stopped. The house was a wreck. Things were broken. There was a dark scorch mark against one wall in the shape of a hand. Artie walked up to it.
His heart leapt into his throat when Steve started talking behind him. "Artie, there's blood on the porch."
Artie dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed 911. "I need to report a kidnapping and possible murder."
