Well, I got some good news and some bad news. Let's start with the bad and continue from there. The bad sort of relates to the good in a way. Well, I go to a school where the grading is from Pre-K to Eighth. Crazy, I know. Surprisingly enough, people I met in Kindergarten are still there! I actually am going to miss every single one of them. So, into the bad news, I've been pretty depressed about it lately because I could have been so much nicer and maybe even admit a few things or to and change my personality a bit. It's just one of those moments where you crave to go back into the past and maybe help your past-self out and tell them about the hardships you will face. So, yeah, pretty pathetic for bad news, but I have one more thing to add. I won't be posting as often until next Summer. Now, before you kill me, let me explain...
Since I am leaving my school next year and the only way I'll have contact with some people is FaceBook, I decided to be a little more spontaneous. I stepped out of my shell a couple of times over the past few months and did things I probably wouldn't have. For instance...I'm currently working on creating a Cause of Death: The MaskMaker movie. To do this, I asked my best guy friend to be Mal, my best girl friend to be Natara, and a lot of other people from my class to be a part of the movie, so they have something to remember me by. You see, I'm that kind of person who craves to leave a mark that says, 'I was here.' I want to be talked about in a good way, and I want to think of myself as a good person as well! I want to be remembered. And I am working my hardest on that and I ended up with the MaskMaker idea. So, I won't be posting as much, but when I do, I'll give updates on production. Fingers crossed that this actually works.
And for a short update on production; I am still in Script-Writing Mode, but I have found ever single actor/actress besides the MaskMaker and Eric Mills. Ironic, huh? Well, I have my friend who is playing Natara ask her guy friend, and I'm asking mine, and if they both just so happen to say no, I have my brother as a back-up Serial Killer/Creepy Forensic Tech. If this movie is successful, I might add the second volume.
I am not editing the movie, my other friend is. (She also plays Amy Chen.) But I will make sure that she posts it on Facebook and Youtube so I can share it.
And that was my good news.
So, you guys now know why I won't be posting as often and yes, the sequel to tale of three princesses (to lazy to caps-lock right now) will possibly be posted soon.
Thank you for everything guys! Just one review makes my day even more special and I always get more than just one and I love that feeling. Well, it's 12:30 AM here. I think it's time I went to bed and got some well-deserved sleep. Thanks again!
Chapter Two
"His name is Harold G. Fitz. He's a five foot six inch man, with black hair, green eyes..."
"Her name...it's Christina 'Chris' Bule. She is five foot two and has blond hair, blue eyes. She's only seventeen..."
"Oh, she goes by Trisha but her real name is Taysha. She is sixteen, around five foot, has golden blond hair and silver eyes..."
Hal set the tape down and shook his head. "All of these reports were filed within days apart. Each victim has been reported with a clean record. I don't know what else I can gather from this, mate."
"Keep trying, Hal," I urged and replayed a series of tapes.
"Her name was Haley..."
"He goes by Taylor..."
"She loves the name Harlow and has taken it upon herself..."
"He hasn't been seen for twenty hours..."
"She left at noon and it's been a day..."
"I saw her around six last night leaving for the school prom. It's been maybe seven hours since the prom ended..."
Hal clicked the stop button. "Natalia, the only connection I can muster is the constant day difference. Your uncle, however was the pattern breaker."
"How?" I asked.
Hal referred to his notes, which I noticed were written in a very small hand, which bugged me. I hated small writing because I could read it. I glanced at Hal instead of his writing and listened to him speak, smiling at the sound of his perfect accent.
"Kai Sylvester Kalaba's wife, Amy Samantha Chen Kalaba, called three days after his disappearance. On the phone, she stated that he wouldn't leave for more than a day. Why didn't she call in earlier?" he read, raising an eyebrow. "That's a fact that bothers me. It's like our kidnapper purposely altered Amy's mind in order to break their...what's the word?"
"Streak?" I asked. He gave me an odd look and I smiled. "As in killing streak. Not the other kind."
"Thanks goodness," Hal muttered and shook his head once more. "Anyway, I say we visit your aunt and get some facts down."
"That shouldn't be too hard. I mean, she might be mourning or something, but other than that, she should be just peachy. If we're lucky, she might even be baking cookies."
C.o.D-C.o.D-C.o.D
Hal knocked on a blood-red colored door. My uncle had an odd fashion sense. A young women answered the door, her eyes slightly red. When she saw me, her eyes widened.
"Natalia," she cried. "Did you hear?"
"Yes," I said, nodding sadly. "Carly, this is my partner, Agent Hal Talon. We're here to question Amy. Is she here?"
Carly gasped slightly. She looked just like Amy, despite her poor sight, which she got from Kai. She also had an odd Gothic side. She avoided wearing anything with colors that didn't include black, blood-red, dark green, or purple. She was a little odd, but we grew up together. "Do you think Mom did it?"
"Of course not," Hal assured. Carly had the same reaction upon hearing his accent. She hid a giggle as she nodded.
"That's good to hear. Why don't you two come on in?" she said quickly.
We took the offer and Hal looked around, curious as to how big the house was. My aunt's house was one of those small on the outside, huge on the inside.
"Mom! Nat is here with some agent!" Carly called and disappeared into another room.
Hal smiled. "Your cousin, she's close?"
"Well, she was like my sister growing up. Of course we're close," I answered. Hal chuckled.
Aunt Amy entered the room, a white apron tied around her waist.
"Told you she was making cookies," I whispered and Hal smiled. He approached my aunt first.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Kalaba," he greeted, shaking her hand. "My name is Special Agent Talon and I believe you already know my partner."
"Natalia...why are you..." Amy began but Hal continued on.
"We're here on account of your missing husband. Natalia and I have a few questions to ask about the days prior to your missing persons report call."
"Well," Amy sighed, "Natalia, why don't you two go to the living room. I'll follow behind in a second. Do you also want to question my daughter, Agent?"
"Of course," Hal answered. "We could use all the help we can gather."
I led Hal to the smaller living room. He instantly drifted towards a picture of me. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. Especially since it was my wedding picture.
"Hmm," Hal observed. "You look stunning in white. Might I ask who the lucky man is?"
"Um," I began awkwardly, "his name is Sean..." I began to wonder if Hal was naturally nosy. The thought sent chills down my spine.
He drifted towards another picture; this one was of Kai, Carly and I. Carly was around five and I was eight. "And this is Kai?" he asked.
"Yup," I responded, shifting from heel-to-heel, chewing my lower-lip. Hal looked at the photo until Amy entered with Carly following closely behind.
"Hal," I muttered and he flipped around, accidentally knocking the picture down. Thankfully he had reflexes like a cheetah and snatched the picture before it could hit the ground.
"I apologize, Mrs. Kalaba," he said instantly. "I am a bit of a klutz."
"It's alright," my aunt accepted the apology. "Natalia, isn't this a personal connection...why are you working on the case?"
"I am not sure," I answered.
"Well," Hal said quickly, "there were more than just one kidnapping, Mrs. Kalaba. And Chief Spencer said that Natalia was the MPA's best agent. So we teamed up..."
"I think that's good enough, Hal," I said and motioned towards the seats. "Let's get down to business."
"Ah, yes," Hal said, a small chuckle escaping from his mouth. "I almost forgot."
I sighed heavily and looked at my aunt. "Give me one second," I said and I pulled Hal aside.
"Did I mess up?" Hal asked. "Do I look a-mess? Are you mad?"
"Look Hal," I grumbled, "you're obviously a really good guy and you mean no harm. But seriously, you're the Miami Agent! You should act more like it."
"I am," Hal muttered. "In fact, using my 'Miami Agent' talent, I'm guessing that you're a mother of two. One is around the age of three and five."
I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped myself. "How did you do that?" I finally asked. Seriously, that was amazing.
"You're scolding me like a mother would do to her young child. Plus you have bags under your eyes, probably from a baby who kept you up. Am I right?"
I could have sworn I covered up my baggy eyes with make-up. I sighed. "Yes, you are. Let's just do what we came here to do, alright. We have a whole car-ride to disuse other matters."
"Yes ma'am," Hal replied with a smirk and we returned to the living room.
"Mrs. Kalaba," he began, taking a seat across from her. "We'd like to ask a few questions pertaining to your husbands disappearance."
"Yes, I think I get that," Amy replied dully. "Ask away."
"Ok. You and Kai love each other, correct?" he asked and I sighed once more.
"Of course," Amy scoffed. "I loved him to death!"
"I see. And when his disappearance occurred, you called the MPA saying, quote, 'My husband would never leave for more than a day' end quote. Is this true?"
"I believe so."
"Then why didn't you call the first night he was missing? Why did you call three days after the disappearance?"
Amy looked shocked, but regained her composure. "You don't think I kidnapped my own husband, do you?"
"Of course not," I added quickly. "There's just something off about your story."
"Natalia, you know in all of my arguments with Kai that we always made up," Amy whispered.
"I know," I said and shook my head. "But we need to know why you didn't call..."
"That's partially my fault," Carly admitted. "Mom was going to call the first night, but I told her that Dad was probably hunting or something. The second night, I started to worry, but kept my hopes up. The third night was when my 'hopes' crashed down on me and she called."
Hal nodded, scribbling down on his note pad and he nodded slightly. "That's enough for today." He stood up and I followed his actions. "Mrs. Kalaba, Carly, we'll find the person who kidnapped Kai. I will make it my undying promise."
"And I promise I'll find Uncle Kai too," I assured and smiled.
"I trust you two," Amy whispered and she stood up to shake Hal's hand and give me a short hug. "Just be safe, Natalia. I can't stand losing you too."
"I'll be fine," I whispered back and glanced at Hal. "I have the Miami Agent to watch over me now."
As we exited my once home, Hal pocketed his small notepad. "Are you positive you want to take on this case, Agent Warden?"
"I love my uncle," I responded. "I would never leave him out when I know that I can do a better job than most."
"Well, you do know that I think this is totally against everything I have been trained for and such," he replied. "After all, agents on a personal case is kind of damaging."
"Still," I said, "I much rather be the one to find out what happened first than find out later after they complete the autopsy..." I paused and shook my head. "Which they won't, because we'll be finding Kai alive, even if it kills us."
"That's not very promising," Hal muttered under his breath, but I caught it and grinned.
"Of course it isn't. We're agents, Hal. Being an agent means taking risks no matter what the cause. I swore an oath to protect humanity. That oath takes place now."
"Whatever you say, Agent Warden; whatever you say."
