This is a "Mister Monday" fanfic. If you didn't read it, you can probably still understand this, because, sooner or later, I will explain everything. At least the stuff that deals with Leaf, whom this fanfic is about.
In the book, Arthur is in school when he gets the printout of Leaf's E-mail from Allie. So we never know what exactly is happening to Leaf. That's why I'm writing this fanfic. I am not going to touch the subject of Arthur, or the whole House thing. There will be some stuff about Mister Monday thought.
Enjoy!
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Leaf brushed an annoying braid of her dyed-white hair of her face and looked around again. The horizon was clear. Nobody in the living room.
She didn't really expected to see anyone. It was only fifteen minutes short of
6 AM, and the docs got up at about seven. But Leaf's guilty conscience wouldn't let her just forget that the orange palmtop she held in her hand was STOLEN. The girl kept thinking that there was somebody behind her, who had seen the crime and would take the palmtop away, before she could use it.
Leaf shook her white head, trying to get those stupid thoughts out of her mind. She needed to focus on her current mission- and that was to find a save place and to send an E-mail to Arthur.
Arthur. He was probably the only one who could help her now. That was just a guess, but it could be supported by a hell lot of evidence. There had been a lot of weird stuff happening, the kind that she would of never believed was real, if she didn't have Ed's and Arthur's words to rely back on. And all the weird stuff seemed to be connected to that boy in some way. Like her family getting sick. He could figure everything out. She hoped.
Leaf's eyes fell on the small gap between the two arm-chairs. It was really small, but she was skinny and could fit in there for sure. So the girl tiptoed over to the arm-chairs. Only then she realized that if she got into the gap, her back or front would be facing the stairs- and that's were the docs will be coming from. Last thing Leaf needed was not to be caught with a stolen palmtop, but to be caught sending an E-mail to someone. The government had cut of all of their communications , and they will not be happy to see her still trying to tell someone something.
Leaf sighted and picked up a cream-colored blanked. Then, not without some squeezing, she got into the gap, and covered herself with that blanked. Whoever would come into the room would just see some blanked between the chairs, hardly distinctive in the dim, early-morning light.
The girl sat for a while, afraid to even breath. But the room seemed silent, so she opened up the orange palmtop, with a huge, black Q on it. Q for quarantine.
Leaf tried to ignore the Q and started thinking about who should she send then E-mail. Arthur himself would be the best choice, but that proved impossible, since she didn't know his E-mail. A couple other friends and been ruled out too, as "too nosy" (nobody but Arthur should be knowing what's happening), "to forgetful" (Arthur MUST get this E-mail as soon as possible!), and "only checks her E-mail every Sunday" (It was Monday! Arthur HAD to get it today).
Suddenly she remembered Allie. Leaf slapped her forehead- how could she have forgotten Allie!!! That pink-haired girl was one of Leaf's best friends. Add the fact that she wouldn't read something not addressed to her, that she was very responsible, and that she checked her mail every morning before school - Allie was just the right person. Leaf could trust her.
So the girl nervously brushed a braid of white hair of her eyes, and started typing.
To: pinkhead55@tepidmail.com
Hi Allie
This is me, Leaf. can u pass this message to arthur penhaligon? boy who flaked on the run last Monday? kind of thin + pale, about ed's height hair like gary krag v. Important he gets this. gotta run. thanx.
Leaf
hi art
sorry we didn't c u at the hospital . ed got sick tues. nite, then mom + dad did + aunt mango (not real name). i'm not sick, tho our house is quarantine. many doctors cops all over the place, in biohazard suitz, v. scary pigface. they think new flu and shots DON'T WORK. no one really, really sick yet but when I go near ed or the others I smell the same revolto smell that the DOG_FACED GUYS had like they're connected, you know but the doctors can't smell it they're in suits and neither can ed or parents, tho so much snot coming out that;s no big surprise. docs have machine that smells 4 them, it says e'thing okay when obiviously not. no one believes me.
i think the virus from the dog-faces I REALLY HOPE you can see them you have to work it out I'M DEPENDING ON YOU.
feds cut off net and phone I think afraid of big panic. this is from one of the docs palmtops which I STOLE and they'll figure it out real soon.
i'm afraid
Leaf hit "Send". It was done. Now she needed to figure out what to do with the palmtop. She really wanted to keep it, in case Allie, or Arthur try to contact her, but knew that the chances of that where slim. The palmtop would be found, and both of her friends would be smart enough not to contact her again. Because that would let the docs know she told someone about the flu, and the government didn't want that.
That reminded Leaf that she better delete all the evidence of her, using the palmtop. It took the girl about two minutes, and when she was done, the clock on the screen shoved that it was exactly 6 AM.
She had sat under the blanket for fifteen minutes or so now, and it started to get pretty hot. Leaf put the palmtop down, and was about to move when........ she heard footsteps.
The girl froze. Her heart was beating like it would jump right out of her chest and onto the floor, but she sat absolutely still. Leaf knew, no matter what, the docs shouldn't find her.
Only it didn't sound like docs at all. The footsteps were light, totally unlike the docs in their heavy biohazard suits.
There was some other noise too. Like the sound of cloth dragging on the floor.
And whoever it was, he or she was coming toward Leaf.
i'm afraid.
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There!!!! How do you like it??? Leave a review!
Disclaimer- I did not invented Leaf, Allie or Arthur! They all belong to Garth Nix. Also the E-mail is taken from the book, word to word. So you can guess that the thing about the quarantine, and the palmtop, and Leaf's family being sick is not mine either.
I will try to update soon. It will depend on how many reviews I get. (they cheer me up and make me keep going).
Asha
In the book, Arthur is in school when he gets the printout of Leaf's E-mail from Allie. So we never know what exactly is happening to Leaf. That's why I'm writing this fanfic. I am not going to touch the subject of Arthur, or the whole House thing. There will be some stuff about Mister Monday thought.
Enjoy!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leaf brushed an annoying braid of her dyed-white hair of her face and looked around again. The horizon was clear. Nobody in the living room.
She didn't really expected to see anyone. It was only fifteen minutes short of
6 AM, and the docs got up at about seven. But Leaf's guilty conscience wouldn't let her just forget that the orange palmtop she held in her hand was STOLEN. The girl kept thinking that there was somebody behind her, who had seen the crime and would take the palmtop away, before she could use it.
Leaf shook her white head, trying to get those stupid thoughts out of her mind. She needed to focus on her current mission- and that was to find a save place and to send an E-mail to Arthur.
Arthur. He was probably the only one who could help her now. That was just a guess, but it could be supported by a hell lot of evidence. There had been a lot of weird stuff happening, the kind that she would of never believed was real, if she didn't have Ed's and Arthur's words to rely back on. And all the weird stuff seemed to be connected to that boy in some way. Like her family getting sick. He could figure everything out. She hoped.
Leaf's eyes fell on the small gap between the two arm-chairs. It was really small, but she was skinny and could fit in there for sure. So the girl tiptoed over to the arm-chairs. Only then she realized that if she got into the gap, her back or front would be facing the stairs- and that's were the docs will be coming from. Last thing Leaf needed was not to be caught with a stolen palmtop, but to be caught sending an E-mail to someone. The government had cut of all of their communications , and they will not be happy to see her still trying to tell someone something.
Leaf sighted and picked up a cream-colored blanked. Then, not without some squeezing, she got into the gap, and covered herself with that blanked. Whoever would come into the room would just see some blanked between the chairs, hardly distinctive in the dim, early-morning light.
The girl sat for a while, afraid to even breath. But the room seemed silent, so she opened up the orange palmtop, with a huge, black Q on it. Q for quarantine.
Leaf tried to ignore the Q and started thinking about who should she send then E-mail. Arthur himself would be the best choice, but that proved impossible, since she didn't know his E-mail. A couple other friends and been ruled out too, as "too nosy" (nobody but Arthur should be knowing what's happening), "to forgetful" (Arthur MUST get this E-mail as soon as possible!), and "only checks her E-mail every Sunday" (It was Monday! Arthur HAD to get it today).
Suddenly she remembered Allie. Leaf slapped her forehead- how could she have forgotten Allie!!! That pink-haired girl was one of Leaf's best friends. Add the fact that she wouldn't read something not addressed to her, that she was very responsible, and that she checked her mail every morning before school - Allie was just the right person. Leaf could trust her.
So the girl nervously brushed a braid of white hair of her eyes, and started typing.
To: pinkhead55@tepidmail.com
Hi Allie
This is me, Leaf. can u pass this message to arthur penhaligon? boy who flaked on the run last Monday? kind of thin + pale, about ed's height hair like gary krag v. Important he gets this. gotta run. thanx.
Leaf
hi art
sorry we didn't c u at the hospital . ed got sick tues. nite, then mom + dad did + aunt mango (not real name). i'm not sick, tho our house is quarantine. many doctors cops all over the place, in biohazard suitz, v. scary pigface. they think new flu and shots DON'T WORK. no one really, really sick yet but when I go near ed or the others I smell the same revolto smell that the DOG_FACED GUYS had like they're connected, you know but the doctors can't smell it they're in suits and neither can ed or parents, tho so much snot coming out that;s no big surprise. docs have machine that smells 4 them, it says e'thing okay when obiviously not. no one believes me.
i think the virus from the dog-faces I REALLY HOPE you can see them you have to work it out I'M DEPENDING ON YOU.
feds cut off net and phone I think afraid of big panic. this is from one of the docs palmtops which I STOLE and they'll figure it out real soon.
i'm afraid
Leaf hit "Send". It was done. Now she needed to figure out what to do with the palmtop. She really wanted to keep it, in case Allie, or Arthur try to contact her, but knew that the chances of that where slim. The palmtop would be found, and both of her friends would be smart enough not to contact her again. Because that would let the docs know she told someone about the flu, and the government didn't want that.
That reminded Leaf that she better delete all the evidence of her, using the palmtop. It took the girl about two minutes, and when she was done, the clock on the screen shoved that it was exactly 6 AM.
She had sat under the blanket for fifteen minutes or so now, and it started to get pretty hot. Leaf put the palmtop down, and was about to move when........ she heard footsteps.
The girl froze. Her heart was beating like it would jump right out of her chest and onto the floor, but she sat absolutely still. Leaf knew, no matter what, the docs shouldn't find her.
Only it didn't sound like docs at all. The footsteps were light, totally unlike the docs in their heavy biohazard suits.
There was some other noise too. Like the sound of cloth dragging on the floor.
And whoever it was, he or she was coming toward Leaf.
i'm afraid.
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There!!!! How do you like it??? Leave a review!
Disclaimer- I did not invented Leaf, Allie or Arthur! They all belong to Garth Nix. Also the E-mail is taken from the book, word to word. So you can guess that the thing about the quarantine, and the palmtop, and Leaf's family being sick is not mine either.
I will try to update soon. It will depend on how many reviews I get. (they cheer me up and make me keep going).
Asha