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"This is fucking stupid..." Eli muttered as he unlocked his apartment door and turned his living room light on. Not even inches away, Eli's old enemy stood there with a grin plastered on his face.
Eli clenched his hands into fists, keys still in hand, and lunged towards the infamous Mark Fitzgerald.
"I'll kill you!" Eli grunted as he swung his right fist at Fitz's face, Fitz dodging it and twisting Eli's arm behind his back, pushing the furious boy's chest against the wall.
Fitz whispered into Eli's ear, "You don't wanna dance with me, pretty boy. I beat your ass back then, I'll beat your ass now."
Eli ignored Fitz and tried to get out of the uncomfortable position Fitz had him in but it was no use.
Once Eli seemed to calm his muscles, Fitz slowly let go of Eli's arm and backed up, seeing if Eli would challenge him.
Eli pointed to his half-open apartment door, motioning Fitz to leave. Fitz nodded towards the living room table and then was gone, and Eli made sure to lock the door behind him after he left.
Dragging himself to the table, he found another small, folded up, note waiting for him there. He pulled a chair out, plopped onto it, and then unfolded the little green sheet of paper in a slow pace, both afraid as to what little thought-up riddle he would find this time and annoyed that he was actually going to play this little game just to save two of his ex girlfriends.
You don't really care for them, do you?
There's so much right now that you could do
THIS is life or death. Try visiting your past
That's where they're hidden, Eli. Hurry! Fast!
Eli crumpled up the note in his hand. There was so many things and feelings running through his mind.
Could this be some sort of prank? How come the cops haven't found Clare and Imogen yet?
He just wanted to sit there and cry, but when he caught the time at the corner of his eye, he realized that he'd actually have to do something in order to "rescue" the two. This wasn't like those movies with the happy endings or like the ones where the protagonist had a dream team to help them solve the mystery. He was on his own, and he hated to admit it.
5 Hours, 45 Minutes
Eli had the two notes stuffed inside of his pants pockets but he had looked at both enough to memorize them by heart.
"One is in a familiar place, resting in her sweet, own grave." He would try to solve that riddle first. The first place he thought of was the cemetery. After throwing on some gray sweats and a black v-neck, Eli was on his way.
The sun was beginning to settle over the horizon and the cemetery was clear of people. With a shovel in hand, Eli stared down at Julia's grave horrifically. Fresh dirt covered where newly cut grass should have been. Someone had shoveled up his dead ex girlfriend's grave.
Eli searched the cemetery once more to make sure that the coast was clear. Satisfied, he began digging.
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Tired and sweaty, Eli finally put the shovel down and looked down at the empty, 6 foot deep hole in the dirt. Julia's coffin wasn't even there. He groaned and tiredly held onto his hips. When he finally caught his breath, Eli saw the man who worked there coming towards him.
"Elijah! How are you doing, son?" The man was slightly taller than Eli, had a bit of a hunchback, and his facial hair was a dull white. Wrinkles were scattered on the old man's face and bags hung over his light blue eyes. Whenever Eli visited the cemetery, which was every so often, the man had some sort of different colored plaid shirt under his overalls and always wore those worn-out loafers.
Eli didn't answer the man. He just continued to stare down at the burial site. The man followed Eli's gaze and then chuckled, playfully slapping Eli's shoulder.
"I forgot to tell you, Julia's parents asked to move her coffin elsewhere. The people came by earlier." the man scratched his chin. "I thought I asked them to put the dirt back when they were done...I guess I'll do it some other time. I mean," the old man went on and on and didn't even realize that as he was talking, he was walking away from Eli.
5 Hours Clare's POV
I slowly opened my eyes and found that it was completely dark. I adjusted my eyes and realized that I was laying on my back. When I attempted to sit up, I hit my head on a ceiling. In a panicked mode, I tried to outline what sort of box I was in.
A coffin...
I furiously banged my fists on the top of the coffin and screamed for help. Where was I? What was I doing here? Where is Jake? How did I even get here? So many questions were floating in my mind and there was no one to answer it. It was not until seconds later had a I realized that the coffin had no airholes and that talking, or even breathing hard, would make me lose oxygen.
I was going to die.
I was going to die in this coffin and my wedding is tomorrow.
I was going to die and no one would find me. Even I didn't know where I was!
I searched desperately for a way out or at least some sort of hole for me to breath or survive long enough for someone to find me. That is, if someone found me in time.
Suddenly, a red glow appeared. There was a timer. It read 4 hours, 58 minutes, and 13 seconds. 12...11...10...
A familiar voice surrounded the inside of the coffin. It was Eli's.
"Clare?" he was frantic. I was relieved to hear a voice, any voice, even though I hadn't heard his in such a long time.
I never knew how much I missed hearing it until now.
"Eli! Eli, where are you?" I asked.
"I was just about to ask the same thing! I'm on the phone with you, Clare! You need to tell me where you are." He paused in between every word of the last sentence.
"I don't know where I am, Eli! I don't know! It's dark and...,and I'm in a coffin and...it's hot. I'm getting hot."
Eli didn't respond for a moment and it worried me.
"Okay, just-" the phone hung up. My heart dropped. I'd lost my only key to surviving. He didn't know where I was and I didn't either. Why he was looking for me in the first place, I may never know. I sighed a deep sighed and accepted the fact that I was to lose air soon enough and pass out...and die.
4 Hours Imogen's POV
There was still a bag over my face. I tried to move out of the fetal position that I was taped in but I couldn't. The back of my sports bra had been glued to the back of this worn out grave that I day behind. I knew where I was, I'd been here before. Since the only senses that were available at that time were smell and sound, I smelled plants and leaves and heard birds so I concluded that it must've been a forest...it was the ravine...I think. Eli and I used to go to the ravine sometimes when we were younger. I smiled at such memories.
But it couldn't be the ravine. How could such a teen hang out place be so deserted all of a sudden? Had something gone wrong here after we left Degrassi?
"Hello?" I screamed. I heard nothing but my own echoe. Beside me, I could hear a clocking ticking. Like a timer. I didn't know what time it was, the time of day, of how I got here.
Maybe this was some sort of game show.
Maybe.
I patiently waited for this game show to be over so that I'd win my prize.
3 Hours
While searching for Imogen and Clare, an anonymous number called. Fortunately, I picked up and heard Clare's voice. She was in a bad state. I couldn't dare to imagine what type of state Inogen was it broke my heart that they were going through this torture. For what?
I searched The Dot, Above The Dot, Degrassi Community School, the cemetery, Little Miss Steaks, and even the old book store where my Stalker Angel was published and I still couldn't find no sign of them.
Clare was probably passed out by now. I didn't want to imagine a lifeless body like Clare's, just laying there. Just the thought of that made me tear up.
I sat upright in my car and tried to think of somewhere to go. After moments of no ideas, I started my car and headed home. I was tired.
Bam. There goes chapter 2. Next chapter might be the last chapter lol idk. Have an awesome day and goodnight :)