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Claire

I walked through the portal to see Myrnin frantically running around in blurs. He stopped when he saw me.

"Hello Claire." He gave an odd smile and began to run around again.

"Woah woah woah stop." I held out my hands to try and catch him, but no such luck. "Fine if you won't stop at least tell me what you are doing." I put a hand on my forehead and waited for him to explain.

"Well…Some…..one….managed….to…..get….into…..the…town….but….the…..machine can't…..find…..them." He said as he darted here and there.

"What do you mean the machine can't find them?" I was starting to get dizzy with all of his running around. I closed my eyes.

"I mean…..that….the…machine…has….not…found….any….trace….that…they….exist…..All…that….I…know…is…that…..some…one…or…thing…made its way into town." He stopped beside me with a piece of paper. "See." I opened my eyes and indeed saw. Someone crossed the town just before all of these weird happening had begun, yet after that they just disappear. They didn't turn around, nor can you tell if they stayed.

"Talk about dropping off the face of the Earth." I rubbed my forehead. "I came here on Amelie's orders. She wants to know if you have had any…..odd encounters." I turned to face him and he looked thoughtful.

"In fact…I think I did. Well it was definitely odd for me." He scratched at his head closing one eye thinking back.

"Well…." I prodded him to go on.

"I sang? This morning. During an experiment." He looked uncomfortable about the subject somehow. He looked like some poor lad caught naked. Woah that was a very off track image. Well I was single anyways. Oh yea I forgot to mention after the violent fall out of my relationship with Shane I decided I had had enough and Shane moved out. Where he was now god knew? I didn't care after what he did.

"What song?" I squinted.

"I don't see how that has any relevance to the situation." He tramped past me a little flustered. Sore spot? What was he ashamed of? I turned on my heel, but sat in my same spot. He looked at the paper and after a very long staring contest with it he gave up and ripped it up.

"How are we going to find someone who doesn't exist?" I crossed my arms.

"We don't they find us." He looked defeated. I slowly walked over to him carefully scared that he might get into one of those moods.

"Well we could always try and set up an angry mob?" I tried to lighten the mood. He looked at me sideways with an adoring smirk.

"Sadly if we have any chance at finding this thing it won't be with torches and pitch forks." I smiled and he flashed clapping his hands together once and pacing. "Now we need to maybe lure them out. How would we do that?" He suggested me to interject.

"Bacon works. Unless they are vegetarian and human." I joked. He gave me a serious look. "Okay okay, but I'm not kidding about the bacon thing. Except we don't use bacon we use what they are giving us. If they are the same thing that is causing all of these…outbursts than we create an outburst of our own." He stopped and looked at me.

"You really are brilliant." I shrugged.

"I know." I gave him a smirk and I tried to think of a plan. "Now we need a plan." He nodded and picked up pacing again.

"We need something flashy." He stated.

"Something that ought to catch their attention." I began to pace as well opposite of him, so we crossed paths like a plus sign.

"Something that can't be missed." I stopped right at our intersection causing him to stop as well.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" My eyes lit up.

"Maybe, but I doubt the play would be worth it." I gave him a sideways glance.

"No I mean we already have something flashy." His eyes told me to continue. "Michael." He caught on and his eyes went wild.

"Of course. Was over thinking the whole situation. Thank you Claire for pointing that out to me." He gave an honest smile and I felt bubbly inside. "Now what will be so extravagant as to lure out this prospecting character?" He looked like he was itching to pace and I took a step back so he could continue. He bowed his head graciously and continued.

"I'm thinking that there is a reoccurring theme. With the songs I mean. They are all punk – popish. Well would be. Myrnin please what did you sing?" He stopped not looking at me. He took a deep breath and his lips moved when he exhaled, but I heard no words. "Myrnin…." I tried to coax him into telling me.

"I don't know. Honestly." He looked at me ashamed again and I tilted my head to the side.

"Well would you mind please, to sing part of it again?" I said softly. He took another deep and unneeded breath. He stood straighter looking away from me and straightened his outfit, which consisted of a electric blue waist coat, black tie, charcoal vest, loosely hanging pants and of course his bunny slippers.

"Now that it is relevant." He looked at me with a sweet smile and began. "Beauty queen of only eighteen she had some trouble with herself. He was always there to help her; she always belonged to someone else. I drove for miles and miles wound up at your door. I've had you so many times, but somehow I want more. I don't mind spending every day out on your corner in the pourin' rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile ask her if she wants to stay awhile. And she will be loved. And she will be loved." He lowered himself and lifted my chin with one of his fingers. His face was mere inches from mine. His eyes sparkled whilst he sang and I felt as though the world around me would collapse, but I wouldn't care. His voice was mesmerizing. I had a hard time believing he was really singing. "Tap on my window knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful. I know I tend to get so insecure. It doesn't matter anymore. It's not always rainbows and butterflies its compromise it moves us along. Yea my heart is full and my doors always open you can come any time you want." He voice faded and I knew in that instant why he was so ashamed and uncomfortable. That song was for me. Every word described what he felt. His actions only amplified it. I gasped not realizing I wasn't breathing and finally answered.

"She will be loved. Maroon 5. Pop." I said softly and he suddenly looked scared as if he was under a spell and backed away. He turned around and I reached out to grab his arm. "No. Stop it – it was beautiful." He looked over his shoulder at me. He shook his head.

"No I'm no good for you." He turned around suddenly. "Stuck in a limbo here we go. Me and my sins go toe to toe. I played a vicious part. I broke an unfair share of hearts. I'm about to blow so if you come around baby you should know." His voice changed from smooth to catchy and fast paced. He put a finger to his temple to indicate 'know'. "I'll tear you up in two. Go ahead walk it off if you know what's best for you." He reached a hand out to stop me from moving towards him. "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh oh I'm no good for you. This heart ain't built for two so run away run away. Cuz I'm no, I'm no, I'm no good for you. I'm no good for you. Get in love then I'll bet you lose so, Runaway, Runaway Cuz I'm no, I'm no, I'm no good for you. Imma imma imma love killer. Imma imma imma love killer. Imma imma imma killer." He looked pained then sauntered over changing to the rhythm of the song. "Bootleg emotions." He was right in front of me, but not so close that I couldn't move. "Bottled up explosions." He ran a finger up from my stomach to my chin holding it there. "Intoxicating you." He got incredibly closer and I could feel something stir inside me. "Learning of the truth." He leaned down ever so slowly. "I'm your sentencing. Exiting through your skin." He pulled my closer to him. "Intoxicating you. Ninety seven proof." He said against my lips. Then pushed himself away leaving me needing him more than anything. "I'm no good for you. This heart ain't built for two so runaway runaway. Cause I'm no I'm no I'm no good for you." He softly sang the last 'I'm no good for you'. He turned away from me and I was so conflicted about my emotions I had no way to respond. I was left frozen in my spot when he walked a few steps with his face hidden before he dashed off to somewhere in the lab. I sat there staring at the spot he was just in and finally took another breath.

"Pop it is." I looked at the ground a few feet in front of me and grabbed my bag walking out the door.

How do you like it so far? I put a little Clyrnin in there and there will definitely be more to come….trust me… I approve this message