AN: The four individuals named Colby, Stan, Pia, and Jaz, are real. I only own the story plot. So yea, enjoy.
Chapter Two:
The next morning they found themselves bound on a plane to Germany. In an attempt to reconstruct the girl's lives as much as he could, Stan was taking them to a house that he had inherited when his mother died. As the plane began to descend he looked to the next row across from him and saw that the three girls had woken from the recent turbulence.
When the plane touched base at the airport, he gathered up their over-head bags and led them off. Which you know can be quite difficult with three stumbling toddlers shaking off the recent hours of sleep. Once inside and waiting for their bags, the questions began to start.
"Uncle Stan," A sleepy red-headed child yawned as she looked up at the older gentlemen, "Where are we?" He realized he had never exactly told the girls where they were going to go.
"We're at our new home, Bonn." He said calmly as he reached to grab their luggage from the conveyer belt.
"Where's Bonn?" A slightly curly-haired child asked him.
"Not in New York." Was all he said as he began to rush them out of the airport, sometimes checking over his shoulder, almost as if he might have thought they were being watched.
Over the next few years, the three learned to speak German, and were taught that their father had gone on a business trip to Japan where he had been assassinated, his body never found, and that their mother had died shortly after having the youngest, the red-headed child named Jaz. They were told they were born in Germany, yet for a reason that wasn't explained two of them had never in their lives had a German accent.
As they grew older, all but one had forgotten that rainy night and what had happened, though the memory now was faded and worn. They were 15 now, the two oldest. Twins they were, but once you got to know them and got a look up close, you'd see their differences quite clearly. One, the eldest by a minute or so, had slightly waved brown curls that reached just past her shoulders, with a tint of green added here and there, and gray-blue eyes. While the other was quite different. This one had long hair that had slight, nearly invisible waves in her oddly mixed-colored strands, and eyes that seemed to like to change their shade of green as the day wore on. The youngest was 14, she had curly red hair naturally, but liked to straighten it instead. Her eyes were dark blue. Uncle Stan had also changed as the years wore on. In place of the brown hair that he had long ago, were wisps of gray. He now wore glasses as well.
It was Saturday September 24th. Exactly twelve years since their father had disappeared off the face of the Earth. Jaz, looked over towards the window of the room she shared with her two sisters. On the seat sat Colby, staring out at the changing trees and dying grass. She sighed and walked over.
"There's a Mystery Five marathon on today. You know you want to watch it with us." She said as she sat down across from her sister. "There'll be Pepsi, and lots of sugary goodness downstairs..." When all attempts failed to get acknowledgment from Colby, she stood and grabbed Colby's arm, attempting to drag her downstairs. When the most she could move her was about an inch or so, she finally called out to Pia for help in the matter. When the eldest arrived upstairs she took the seat opposite of Colby and Jaz opted for pulling up one of their computer chairs.
"I just don't see it." Colby finally stated after a second of silence. "No one just disappears off the face of the Earth, not even the dead."
"So that's why you're all upset," Jaz concluded, "Because dad magically disappeared after he was assassinated? Col, that happened years ago, years and years and years ago. If anyone was gonna find something on him, they'd have found it."
"Well, not exactly." Pia spoke up from her position on the window-seat. "Ever heard of the Zodiac Killer?"
"I thought they eventually caught him?"
"Nope," Colby said, "They thought they had. There's really no proof and that man was caught for another reason. Besides that, they don't even know the full amount of what evidence was real, or fake. People like to play pretend."
"You make a point, maybe dad isn't missing, but there's really nothing we can do about that. If he'd wanted us to know him, he'd have stayed around. And even if he's still dead they never caught his murderer, so we'd never know who to even ask about it."
"Well, not necessarily, there are people we could ask." Pia nodded towards the floor. "Uncle Stan's never gone past saying that dad died, so maybe there is a little more to the story."
"Look, I'd rather we leave this alone. It's gotta be tough for Uncle Stan to talk about. After all, dad was his baby brother."
"Alright, let's go downstairs, we're missing the marathon!" Pia grabbed Colby's hand to lead her out the door and they all went to the colorful place they called the study, one of their favorite, and most hidden, places in the house. Inside the study, the area was huge, sometimes making them feel like they lived in a mansion. The walls were lined with plenty of bookshelves filled with books in both English and German. Although, if you really looked past the spaces in between the shelves, you'd see the small alcoves that were perfect for hiding, or sleeping, in.
Scattered throughout the room were comfortable couches and arm-chairs that were perfect for sinking into and there were three different fireplaces. Over the brick mantle of one of the fireplaces, hung a television from which they specifically used just to watch Mystery Five on. Surprisingly though, they didn't have to pay for any of this room or a few of the others. These were simply inherited with the house.
As they began to settle in on the couch facing the television directly, a thought crossed through Colby's mind. At first, she thought it was a silly idea in the first place, as she thought it through more thoroughly, she decided it was just what they needed to do.