A/N: Okay, this story randomly came to me. I have no clue how or why because it was back in the day. I just wrote it down to keep it. Now I am actually going to try and run with it. Not sure how this will turn out, so Please review it. Hopefully I will keep up with this story too.
W.I.T.C.H.: Project Dead Memories
"Missing Time"
"Alright already! I'm coming!" Will Vandom said to herself as she headed her way over to the phone on the wall. "I hate phones." Will said muttering to herself. Passing a Hallway mirror, Will looked in it to see a cheeky 14 year old with red hair cut shoulder length and big brown eyes. Dressed in blue jeans, a Pink halter-top and white sneakers. She passed by the mirror and picked up the phone.
"This is the Vandom Residence, how may I help you? Will Vandom speaking." Will said wondering who would be calling at this hour. Probably Taranee or one of the other guardians.
"Blue Demons" the voice on the other end of the line said. There was a clattering as the phone hit the floor. Will walked slowly out of the living room where she had picked up the phone and grabbed her coat leaving the apartment. There was a car waiting outside. She opened the door to the rear passenger seat on the driver's side and stepped in. The car drove off and turned the corner, doors locking shut.
"You have a new target. Jonathan Petersburg. You will find all the gear necessary at the drop point. Here is a picture so you can identify him." A man in the front said, handing her a picture without turning around. The front slightly glowed red as the man lit up a cigarette. She couldn't tell much detail from the position she was sitting and the darkness that persisted throughout the car. The same with the driver, hard to tell detail, only that they were both men. "We will pick you up in two hours. Dismissed."
The Car pulled up to a curb and the door unlocked. Stepping out of the car she took 5 steps to a bush with pretty white flowers on it. The sun was just setting giving the sky an orange tinged look. How pretty she thought before focusing back on the bush. Rummaging around in the bush she found a black duffel bag. Putting it on her shoulder she walked a few blocks and ended up at the park with public restrooms. Stepping into the women's room she set the duffel bag down and unzipped it. Inside she found a black pair of clothes and a big case. Quickly stripping down, Will put on the black clothes. Taking a black cap, she tucked her distinctive red hair up under it. Will then took the clothes and put them in the duffel bag and returned the case. She exited the restroom with the black case on her shoulder and duffel bag in hand. Moving like a cat, she stalked off back towards her drop off point. Finding the right street corner, Will stood in the shadows waiting. Soon a car pulled up to a house a block away. A man wearing a gray trench coat got out. Looking at her picture Will found that this man was Jonathan Petersburg.
Walking into the nearby alleyway Will began searching for a spot near the house. Finally, she found a telephone poll that was near the house and set far enough back. Setting the duffel bag down, she opened it up. Then she began pulling pieces out of the bottom and started to assemble a long ominous object, a rifle. She pulled out a scope from a black case and snapped it on. Then from the bag she grabbed some gear meant for climbing telephone poles and put it on. Taking the rifle by its strap, she shouldered it and put an extra clip in the pocket of her black pants. She then began to climb the telephone pole. Reaching a height she felt suitable for her work and hooked her gear onto the telephone pole to support her as she leaned back.
Unsholdering the rifle, Will balanced it on one of the rungs. She then looked through the scope into a living room. Quickly using the scope to search it, she found nothing. Will then shifted her gaze and the direction of the rifle to another room. There he was, seated on the bed in the bedroom. He then got up and moved away from the window. She shifted to another window and saw his head disappear below it as he headed down a flight of stairs. She shifted the rifle downwards and watched as he moved into the dinning room of the house. Then, Jonathan Petersburg sat down with his wife and two kids at a table set up with plates and what looked like a turkey. It was obviously time for dinner. But this dinner was going to be cut short. Adjusting the site on her scope she took careful aim. Will controlled her breathing, taking deep steady breaths. Breathe in, hold it, breathe out. Breathe in, hold it, breathe out. The instructions rang out clearly in her mind. Staring through the scope her target was outlined by the light. It was getting dark already; the stars trying to peek out from the blanket of light that blotted them out during the day.
Then her finger moved to the trigger, and only for a fleeting moment she hesitated as she saw the bubbly looks on the kids faces, but then a Steele voice cut through her head. Never hesitate. She pulled the trigger as she stopped in between breathing in and out. There was an earth shattering roar as a gout of flame leapt from the barrel of the rifle. She didn't even stop to think as she reloaded another round into the chamber of the rifle. Again the roar called out leaving a deafening silence. Will didn't even wait for what was to surely come next. Quickly she shouldered the rifle and unhooked her self from the telephone pole. She quickly shimmied down and heard a god awful pitiful scream from within the Petersburg residence as she hit the ground.. Ignoring the scream she quickly broke down the rifle into its many components. Placing everything back in the bag she stood up to look around. Everything was set when she remembered, The extra clip. Pulling it from her pocket she dropped it in and zipped the duffel bag back up.
Grabbing the duffel bag, Will walked out of the alley and began walking away from the house. She could here sirens in the distance rushing to the mess she had created. A cop car even passed by her, but she walked on as if nothing happened.
20 minutes later and a few blocks from the park Will watched as the car pulled up. A black Mercedes. She thought opening the trunk and dumping the duffel bag in. Pulling out a mirror Will quickly checked her visage to ensure that everything was alright. She was back in her clothes and her hair was free of the black cap. Putting the mirror back she got back into the car and closed the door with a heavy thud.
"The target?" The man in the front seat asked.
"Neutralized" Will said in a cold emotionless voice.
"Good. Time to go back home." At these words, the car pulled away from the curb and began the drive back to her house. When they got there the man talked to her once more. "Remember, when you get back inside, answer the phone."
"I will remember," Will said as she stepped out and walked up the walkway. Before entering her house, she looked up at the sky, and the stars as they did there waltz among the heavens. Then she unlocked the door and entered. Walking over to the kitchen she found the phone still on the floor, hanging on it's cord. Picking up the phone, she hung it back on the ringer. Almost immediately the phone rang. Picking it up again she heard a series of clicking noises as if someone had hung up.
"Huh?" Will said out loud. Weird, no one on the other line. Hanging up the phone Will walked back to her room to continue her math and looked at the clock to find that instead of it being 7:15, it was 9:31.
"What the?" Will said confused as to how the clock had jumped from 7 to 9 so quickly. Shaking her head she thought, "Did I black out or something?" She checked to make sure it was plugged in and working.
"Wait, I can talk to clocks, duh! Why don't I just as it what happened?" Will said looking annoyed at herself. "Clock, was there a power surge or something? Is it really 9:31?"
"Yes, it is nine thirty and no, there was no power surge. It is the correct time." Will's clock said to her. Strange, where had all her time gone? 2 hours, just missing in an instant..
"I really need to go to a doctor. This is to wired." Will said shrugging and returning to her math. "I wish algebra disappeared as easily as my time did." Sighing, Will sat down, picked up her stress bitten pencil, and looked at the next problem.
Sitting in a car a few blocks away the man hung up the cell phone he had just used to dial the Vandom residence. He exhaled a cloud of smoke from the cigarette he was smoking.
"I am thinking that we will have to eliminate her soon." He said gesturing back towards where they had come. "We are loosing our grip on her. I can feel it."
"Are you positive sir?" Said the driver of the car.
"Yes, very. Arrange for one of the other subjects to eliminate her next Tuesday." He said stubbing his cigarette out. He then opened the door and stepped out. "Another thing, this conversation never took place." Nodding in compliance, the driver drove off while the man walked back home.
A/N: Okay! So Will is up to something, possibly against her own will, and there is a guy