The first rays of sunlight entered the large bedroom in the Saturday household, Genevieve slowly awakening from her slumber. Instinctively, she rolled over to rub her lover's warm shoulders, but felt nothing but his vacant pillow. Her emerald eyes snapped open, realizing that Doyle wasn't there. She was an early riser, and no matter what, she always awoke before he did, so the nervous woman knew that something wasn't right. Genevieve swung her legs over the side of the bed, slid her feet into her bunny slippers, and frantically began searching for her absent soul mate. As she headed for the door to begin searching the rest of the house, she froze, noticing the deep red streak across the carpet near the window. She was speechless as she approached it to examine it further, noticing that it was dried blood. Genevieve immediately suspected a kidnapping, and prayed it wouldn't turn into a murder, tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. Frightened, the dark haired lady dashed down the hall and pushed Doc and Drew's bedroom door open, startling the sleeping couple.
"Drew! Doc! Someone took Doyle! They hurt him too, because there's blood on the floor! What do they want with him?" Genevieve blurted out, terror burning in her eyes, which were beginning to flood with tears. Without asking any questions, they followed the worried woman back to her room, and were shocked to find the large strip of blood that had seeped into the carpet.
"I have a pretty good idea who's behind this, and I'm gonna save my Doyle." Genevieve's tone of panic was replaced by one of anger and determination as she entered her walk-in closet to find a suitable outfit for her journey.
"You can't go; it's probably a trap! You're gonna end up locked away in a dark dungeon, or even worse. If you go, we're coming too" Drew stated, begging her sister in law to stay with them.
"I just need you to drop me off at the Weird World mansion, and I'll handle it myself" Genevieve replied sternly, emerging from the closet wearing the black outfit from the night she had first met Doyle, when they had both robbed the same house. She brushed past them as if they were invisible, seizing her glaive from behind the bedroom door, and striding out into the hall. Doc and Drew decided it was best not to argue her decision, so reluctantly, they followed her out to the airship. After the three heroes boarded, the large battleship rose into the morning sky, embarking on the short flight to Weird World. Genevieve sat behind Doc, steaming up the silver blade of her glaive and rubbing it with the black cloth that hung loosely from her neck. As she gazed at her reflection, she noticed that a single tear was rolling down her pale cheek, though she didn't even know she was crying. The salty droplet landed on the blade, ran along the razor-sharp edge, and dripped off of the tip, landing on the metal floor with a quiet splash.
"Hold on, Doyle, I'm coming."
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To all of my fans and readers: I'm going on vacation soon, so I'll be gone for about 2 weeks probably. When I get back, I'll be sure to write and update ASAP. Thank you all so much!
