I disclaim all and soon I'll find a more energetic way to disclaim but I'm tired right now, even if it is only eight o'clock. Yawn…..
CHAPTER 1.
I wish I could be able to see the future but no. Maybe if I could see the future then I would've seen the giant clown head. Yes, you heard me right; Giant CLOWN HEAD! I do not like Mr. Chuckles anymore. After today, I threw out every single clown doll I've ever owned. Let me explain what was happening. Things had gone out of hand when someone decided they were going to attack my mayor. MY mayor. Never attack a chick's mayor without her saying so. "What do you mean, Van?" Ryan asked me with a yawn when I woke him up. "The summer parade, something's going down. Timer said so." I said. By Timer, I meant my source of all things going down in the town of Nicola. This might just be the last time I secretly save the mayor's ass before my family moves. I mean, seriously? Can you get any lamer than moving to the corner of the country? Ryan's been taking it hard so he should savor this chance.
"What do you mean?" Ryan groaned again as I pulled him into my truck and buckled him in. "I mean, Timer called me this morning and told me to get to City Hall before the Summer Parade goes off with a hitch." I said as I climbed into my driver's seat. "What'd he tell you exactly?" Ryan asked, finally allowing the info to sink in. "'Get down to City hall, do your job, blah, blah, blah and save the day!'" I quoted. Ryan gave me a glare and I raised my eyebrows at him. "He honestly said that!" I cried out in defense as I fishtailed over a corner and to the City Hall. It was already four o'clock but it was also only two days into Summer which meant that Ryan had been going into hibernation. I was going to need him if I was going to get all the way to the mayor's office. They don't just let everyone in, you know. Especially not me, with all the commotion I've made in this town. But that was for the town's safety! And one time they had the nerve to say I had planted a bomb when actually I had been disarming it when they came in. That's right, I can disarm a bomb.
It was something that we learned in PDA. That's Psychic Disturbance Academy, where they train psychics and other specials to do shit like this. Oh man, I was so going into retirement after this! I've been called 'the best' on many occasions, earned myself a spot on almost every baddy's hit list, etc. after I graduated PDA when I was thirteen. It's been three years since then and Ryan, my fellow graduate, has always been there to help me out. Now, PDA is no ordinary school. Of course we had to learn regular classes some of the time but mostly it was Psychic Divisionary class. I was an expert in PD. PDA has been secret for a while now but we've known about everything from vamps to wolves then back again for several centuries. I especially have run into some baddies in my time. I was really hoping that was going to change as soon as I got to Forks.
Anyways, back to the clown head. "What's supposed to happen?" Ryan asked and I shrugged as I pulled into the parking lot outside of the City Hall. I've come here so many times that I just can't remember any mission that wasn't here. I sighed in exasperation as I grabbed my bag of goodies and rushed into City Hall. "All I know is someone's going after Mayor Timmons and we need to stop them. As much as I hate the guy, I would hate him to die of an odd death. I'd prefer it to be from me." I said. I do often fantasize about sniping Mayor Timmons in the head, thank you very much. "You're kidding me. Why do people like our Mayor out of all people?" Ryan groaned as we entered the lobby. I rolled my eyes. "It could be the fact that his son hates him, he's pure rich and said son wants that richness." I said sarcastically.
"Why are you being snippy? I don't like it when you're snippy." Ryan whined. I rolled my eyes as I glanced around the bustling City Hall lobby. No one noticed us enter. I was in a casual outfit of a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a pair of fishnet arm warmers. My black high heeled stiletto boots made my jean legs swish slightly as I walked in the lobby. I inhaled deeply as I examined my reflection casually. My gold blond hair was let down so it swayed over my shoulders and covered over my blue-green eyes in a very beautiful seductive way. I loved it! My high pale white cheekbones stood prominent above my almond-shaped naturally coral lips. "I don't like it either so shut up," I snapped at Ryan. Ryan's about a year older than me however he acts so immature which is probably why he had to be held back a year in PDA. I smirked at that thought as I turned my head to examine the surroundings. I reached in my black backpack that swung from my right shoulder and pulled out two earpieces with a wire extending partially to the mouth so that we could communicate. "I'll contact you if I need any assistance." I said as I handed him his earpiece. I pressed the earpiece into my ear and let the rubber thingy wrap around the outside of my ear. It was perfectly hidden by my hair. "Adios, mi amigo," I said into the earpiece as I was already walking away.
"Codename Black Striker to Bozo," I said into the earpiece to test its distance. "Why does my name have to be Bozo?" Ryan whined. "Because you act like one; now make your distraction," I said. And then right on cue Ryan placed on his top hat (yes, he carries it even in his sleep) and grinned at the crowd. I stalked stealthily down the hall, the Mission Impossible theme ringing in my ears. I grinned at the thought as I stepped casually on the carpeted area and walked up to the desk and smiled at the secretary. "I'm sorry, I am just so off on my internship but can I use your badge, please? I dropped mine in the elevator shaft this morning. I am such a klutz!" I cried out dramatically and placed my head in my hands on the edge of the desk. The secretary smiled up at me. "I know what you mean. I was like that in my internship too," The secretary said sympathetically. I smiled as if I was embarrassed and accepted her badge. "I'll bring it to you as soon as I'm finished." I called to her and gave her a thumb up. "I'm into hallway B," I said into my comm. unit. "Repeat, I am accessed into hallway B," I repeated into the unit. "Now, for my second trick!" Ryan cried out to his crowd. I could practically see his eyes buzzing over the information he was grabbing from the cameras in the Hall.
"Second hallway on your left, new security access," Ryan said quietly into his unit. I smiled. "Check that, Bozo," I said, informing him I heard. Ryan went on with his tricks to his crowd as I followed his instructions. I finally made it to the mayor's office and swiped my card. It allowed me in. I smirked as I entered the office. But my smirk fell as soon as I met eyes with Mayor Timmons. He looked both shocked and displeased by my presence. He was standing right by the large-ass glass wall, his son directly across from him. James Timmons is only about two years older than me and he's been going after his trust fund for months but Mayor Timmons doesn't think it would be so acceptable if James was acting as eager as he was now. I gave a small nervous smile right when I heard the band start up, playing to the My Chemical Romance song, "Black Parade". The father/son pair turned towards the window. It was directly on time. "We will not let your presence ruin this moment for us." Mayor Timmons said and gave a backwards wave, dismissing me. I rolled my eyes. I watched the parade balloons as they began to pass. First Snoopy, then the Cheshire Cat then…. Wait, that Clown Head was getting far too close for comfort! There were screams heard right as the tip of the Clown's orange hair crashed through the glass wall of the Mayor's office. I smirked and rose my hand watching as everything froze and the screams halted. I rushed forward and dove, fetching both James and Mayor Timmons' feet with me. They both collapsed to the floor beside me and everything moved again.
The Clown Head crashed even more into the glass wall and glass showered over us, not to mention the Clown Head was face-down, staring at us, halfway through the glass. I felt my eyes widen and I squeaked. "I officially hate clowns now," I said aloud as the father/son pair took on the same expression as me. They both nodded in unison on either side of me in agreement. I felt the scrapes that the glass had on me and the blood was oozing out of my body. My arm felt odd under the Mayor's feet. I looked down and raised my eyebrows. My head was at level with the pair's knees and my arm was at an odd angle. It then began to hurt. And I guess that's when I heard the crack. "Go, go, and go!" I cried out to the pair and they took the warning in stride, getting up and rushing to the door. The edge of the office was now tilting downwards at a dangerous angle….and I was slowly sliding off it!
Ha, ha! How about that for a cliffy? I mean, falling off a building has got to be the worse thing. Especially when you don't have a parachute! (Foreshadowing). Review me!