Chapter 2
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"Lenna!...Lenna Lenna Lenna Lenna Lenna!" Pete shouted quickly running into Artie's office.
Lenna's head shot up from the screen, "Does this have something todo with the artifact disturbance in the art aisle."
"Yes" Steve said , catching his breath.
"This painting fell of the shelf and-"
"You knocked it off" Steve corrected.
"Any way this smoke like came off it and now the girls-"
"Are watching themselves expspirence the worst moments of their life" Steve finished
Lenna stood up quickly "What! Where are they"
"Down in the art section..." Pete said in a no-duh tone.
"You left them there!"
"It's not like there going anywhere". Steve said.
"Did you read all the side affects?" Lenna asked crossing her arms.
"No... i think we got the gist of it, - causes nightmares" Pete said, confused.
"Pete!" she sighed heading for the door." It also causes sleep."
"See we didn't catch that, that's why we have you" Pete smiled.
"Come on let's go" she sighed
Myka looked around, her vision was blurry. As it slowly came to view, she realized she was in her parents book store. She saw her dad, his backs too her looking down at something.
"Dad?" She asked but they didn't turn around.
She walked over to tap on his shoulder but her hand went though him. What the heck
"Dad!" He still didnt turn.
She walked around him to see what he was looking at.
Myka looked down to see...herself. She was 10 years old, and her dad was yelling at her.
"It wasn't me..." Little Myka said "it was Tracy"
"Myka don't lie to me!"
"I'm not dad, it was Tracy"
"Myka Bering! Do not try to blame your sister, you need to take responsibility for your actions!"
"But da-
"No buts, Your grounded for two weeks! Now go to your room!"
Myka froze seeing the scene, what's going on... She watched as younger her ran up to her room. She followed after the girl. Myka remembered when this happened, how devastate she felt longing for someone to listen to her.
Little Myka closed her door not hard out of anger but lightly out of sadness. Before going and curling up on her bed, with a book- her escape.
"Lightly, lightly" Artie whispered fiercely to the girl. His plan was simple and fool proof. Earlier he'd looked in Captains tent to see where he put his shoes. Now all they had todo was grab then while Parker was asleep, Artie would keep watch.
"Artie I am" Christina said back. Approaching the tent she knelt down and peeked inside. Seeing the boots she reached in with a purple gloved hand.
"I have them"
"Good come on!" He said turning back for their set up in the woods. They creeped slowly back carful not to make too much noise.
Artie wore a triumphant grin, as he looked back over at Christina. She was examining the boots more carefully with a confused face.
"Artie..." She trailed off meeting his eyes " These aren't them..."
"What! There not What!" Artie exclaimed walking over.
"This isn't the artifact" she said, holding them up. "I checked before we left the artifact has an engraved JP on the sole."
"Are you sure!" He grabbed them from her.
"Yes!"
Artie shot a look a the girl "So you stole the captains regular shoes..."
"I beg your pardon, but if I'm not mistaken you demanded me too ."
He squinted his eyes. To which she raised her eyebrows.
They held the stare for a moment till Christina spoke again "You realize what this implies - correct?"
"Yes, Of course I do!"
"It means someone knew about the artifact."
"Yes, and that person took it!"
Lenna walked down the rows of shelfs, followed by a extremely quiet Steve and Pete. Quiet untill they reached the art aisle.
"Aw man they were right here!" Pete yelled looking down at the empty floor.
"Sleep walking...great" Steve sighed. "I'll look for Claude"
"I got Mykes"
"I'll find HG" Lenna said, with that they all went in separate directions.
Helena took in her surroundings, walking a few steps before realizing she was in her childhood home. London 1874.
"Charles!" A little girl screamed running through the hall. "Give it back!"
"You may fight me for it if you'd like!" A boy yelled stopping. "But Im older, so I will win. And I'm a boy and your a girl!"
"A girl could easily beat you Charles"
Helena stumbled back out of shock, as she watched the two argued.
"Boys are smarter than girls Helena don't be daft." Charles laughed as his younger sister walked towards him.
"That's not true!"
"Yes it is"
"No it's not!"
"Father said it was" he taunted.
8 year old Helena was now officially at her breaking point.
She ran at him knocking him to the ground.
"Helena dear" came a voice from the other end of the hall.
Little HG froze hearing it and Charles smirked.
"Yes mother?" She asked innocently, now holding her contraption.
"Hand me the object." Her mother replied firmly.
"Yes ma'am" she murmured handing it over.
"What is this?"
"I made it" Helena stated proudly "Do you like it, mother?"
"You didn't make that" Charles stated.
"Yes, I did I constructed it last week."
"Your not smart enough to create such a thing"
"And why not" she asked placing her hands on her hips.
"Because your a girl!"
Helena was about to yell back when her mother spoke.
"Charles, be nice to your sister, Helena, darling tell me honestly where you found this."
"Mother, I've already told you I made it."
"Ah I see..." Her mother said obviously not believing her "and why would you make such a thing."
"I thought it would prove enjoyable" younger Helena began with a smile."thinking through the obstacles it prevented, figuring out and learning how to make it work..."
Current HG shook her head knowing the words that were coming. She tried to cover her ears but it didnt work no matter what she did Helena still heard the words loud and clear.
"Helena, ladies do not think that way, men create and learn new things to help further society not women. Do you understand?"
"But mother..."
"Helena Grace, Do you understand?"
HG looked at the floor, "yes ma'am"
"Why not go practice your sewing dear, and I will dispose of this... Contraption."
Helena watched herself walk to her room. She remembered the disappointment and lack of hope she'd had after hearing her mother tell her that. She was about to try and go after her younger self, but it all faded as quickly as it had come.
April 18, 1775
"The first step is to look for signs that the artifact was used-"
"I know that" Artie snapped.
"Alright..." Christina sighed. "Why don't we go over the artifact details, and cross reference that with local incidents.
Artie sighed wanting to say the computer will do that.
"The artifact allows the wearer to not be affected by any disease - correct."
Artie nodded.
"But once they remove the shoes..."
"They'll die within a week"
"Yes, so the question is who would want to use that type of artifact."
Artie grunted standing, up from the stump he was sitting on. "Can't we find a chair this is killing my back."
Christina sighed, this was going no where.
"Agent Neilson I understand the fact that you do not enjoy working with me or even like me for that matter, but you know better than I that artifacts are not to be in the world."
That's not it he wanted to scream.
Seeing the look on her face he sighed.
"Listen, I'm just...not used to this, no computers, no unlimited access, no agent status... And I do like you kid ok." Did I just say that allowed
Christina smiled, "I'll teach you!"
"Teach me- What!"
"Yes teach when this mission is over you shall have masters the ability to retrieve artifacts in any century! Lets go." She stood up walking towards the town.
Artie just stood there, What have I done.
Christina turned around "No worries Artie I shall refrain from speaking of your brief proof that even you have a soft side - now come along no dawdling."
Artie followed without a word.
Christina and Artie sat back in the woods after a successful trip to town.
"How many suspects?"
"Only three"
Christina nodded sitting back against the tree."Why don't I ask you this if you had your computer, which one of these people would have caused a curiosity."
"A ping - and This guy he had the measles, but 4 days ago he- out of the blue- got better but the day after he for no apparent reason died." He said pointing.
"Good Job!" She said, standing.
They took the path back to town, Artie still reading over the notes they'd collected. Asking around they finally found the home of the victim and or culprit.
"Alright...We're here to offer our condolences." Christina whispered to Artie before knocking on the door.
A woman answered she'd obviously been crying , probably Henry William's(the victim or culprit) mother.
"Hello?"
"Hello ... We're here to offer our condolences." Artie began lightly, "I'm artuf..." He mumbled.
Christina's eyes widened and she glanced up at Artie, with a look saying "remember you can't say your name".
"I'm Crissy Charles and this is my grand father. We just wanted to express how sorry we are about your son. Grandfather was wondering if we could perhaps, ask you a couple questions. He might be able to diagnose the cause of Henry Williams departure." Christina said with a comforting smile, also slipping back into an american accent. It apparently worked because Mrs. Williams let them graciously.
She inherited her mothers charm and ability to lie with ease, great. Artie thought following Christina in the house.
"Do you know if Henry might have come into contact with anything strange lately?" Artie asked.
"Strange, I'm afraid I don't understand."
"He means was your son, acting different than usual."
"O I see... No he was acting as he always does."
"Would you mind if we took a look at his room?" Artie asked.
"I suppose?" she replied, "It's right over there."
Christina and Artie walked towards the room. As soon as they walked in, the two saw a boy escaping the window... with the boots!
Claudia watched her self walk through the warehouse down to the bronze sector. Myka had told her not to go, but she couldn't believe what she was saying was true.
She stumbled into the bronze sector to see Lenna on the floor.
"Noooooo!" She screamed falling next to her.
Current Claudia tried to look away but her face kept involuntarily coming back to the scene.
The other Claudia sat there and cried. Her mind racing for ways to bring Lenna. Ive done it before I can do it again.
but it didnt take away the feeling of losing another loved one.
"Found Claudia!" Steve shouted, running towards the red head who was now yelling at a shelf.
"No It's an artifact!" She yelled "he's not evil!"
"Claudia" he comforted trying to pull her away "it's ok"
She calmed down but didnt wake up, going limp again, she fell backwards. Steve caught her, picking her up and heading back to the office.
Pete was over near the library calling out "Mykes come out come out where ever you are!" He wandered from row to row looking down each one. Pete's head snapped in the opposite direction, when he heard screaming. He ran as fast as he could almost passing the source of the noise. Looking over he saw Myka on the floor cowering whispering Sam.
Pete knelt down next to her trying to shake her out of it, "Myka."
Myka didn't respond just kept whispering Sam. That's when he realized she's not the one who had screamed.
"Stop it! No! Get your hands off her!" Pete knew it was HG. He continued to walk to the end of the row. With Myka in the corner of his eye, Pete turned the corner.
Helena was backed up against the shelf, in complete panic mode. He'd never seen her this...helpless. "Christina!"
Pete almost covered his ears it was such a high pitched scream. He stepped slowly toward her, "HG, it's just a nightmare Christina's alive... Remember."
"Pete!" Steve yelled running over. "Lenna's watching, Claudia Let's get them back to the office before one them knocks another artifact of a shelf."
"Ok... You get HG i'll go get Myka."
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