Lewis's time
It was nighttime and the moon shone clearly against the cloudless sky. Someone dressed all in black crept silently through the quiet halls of the Robinson household. A black bag was slung across the persons shoulder and their eyes scanned the hallways intently. This person was tall, perhaps around their late teens. The person slunk silently into one of the rooms to see Lewis sleeping soundly in his bed. His right arm hung over the bed a little. The person smirked under their mask.
Meanwhile, there was someone else outside. This girl seemed to be in mid-teens and had glossy, moonlight silver hair cut just below the earlobes. She had bright moonlight silver eyes that seemed to have starlight inside of them. On her ears there were silver pentacle earrings and a stone that seemed to be made of a semi-translucent, pearl white stone with something glowing faintly at the center and was shaped like a sun tied around her neck by a thin rawhide rope. Her body type was graceful and slender and her skin was paler than even an albino. She was so pale it seemed as though her skin was almost transparent. She quickly swung onto a fire escape on the back of the house and climbed it swiftly so that she was just outside Lewis's room. She allowed herself a moment to smile at the sleeping boy but then a black-clad person stepped inside.
The girl bit her lip. That person couldn't know she was there! The person quickly removed a syringe from their bag and filled it with something strange. The girl turned away before watching the imminent injection. She quickly swung down the fire escape and slid catlike into another room; the hallway outside of Lewis's parents' room, actually.
"So much for being stealthy," the girl muttered to herself. She picked up a plate that was hanging on the wall and threw it on the floor, shattering it into millions of pieces.
Wilbur's time
Wilbur searched every nook and cranny of the mansion. There was absolutely no one, and the worst part was, there was no sign of anyone living there at all either. He sighed and sat on a chair.
"Where did they go?" he murmured to himself. He suddenly fell into a fit of dry coughing. When the coughing receded, he brought his hand away from his mouth and saw a little blood speckled on it like a hand-shaped Easter egg. He stared at it, stunned. He got up and washed his hands. While he was doing that he was thinking about his family's sudden disappearance and his mysterious ailment.
"Coughing up blood can't be good." Wilbur muttered to himself. He leaned against the wall, fighting away a little dizzy spell. He forcefully shook his head. He couldn't give up now!
He pushed the sofa over and went into the tube under it. When he was deposited on the garage he was greeted with a very unwelcome sight.
On the floor near the time machine was a dagger soaked in a pool of blood. The blood seemed to have come from nowhere and no one, yet the dagger told the story of where it came from. No one could've lost that much blood and live. There wasn't any blood on the hilt, so it wasn't used for stabbing. It slashed something.
Wilbur gulped and his eyes were huge. The only thing that could've been slashed and bled that much blood would've been a throat. That blade was used to kill someone.
Wilbur reluctantly looked at the wall where a particularly gruesome message was written out in blood.
If you didn't act then this will be your father's now.
Wilbur's throat constricted slightly. Honestly, whose wouldn't after seeing all that? But he shook off his fear. Keep moving forward. That was his dad's motto. The meaning of the message was easy enough to understand. There was something seriously wrong with the timeline and he had to help. He gingerly stepped by the dagger and grisly message and hopped into the time machine. The time to stop at was preset.
Wilbur cocked his head at that. It was obvious someone was trying really hard to get him to help. He shrugged and started up the time machine. Let's see how Lewis was doing.
Lewis's time
The girl shot behind a nearby chest of drawers. Bud and Lucielle ran out of their room to investigate the crash. Lucielle looked down at the broken plate.
"Now how did that fall?" she said. The girl discreetly opened the drawers she was next to and picked up a little family picture. She slid the glass out of the frame and threw it across the hall, shattering it a little ways towards Lewis's room.
"Now there it is again." Bud said, still not fully awake. Lucielle looked a little nervous. They both walked down the hall and found the shattered glass.
"Dear, I think someone is in hereā¦" Lucielle said, actual worry imminent in her voice.
Yeesh, what was your first clue? The girl thought to herself. She silently walked past the couple and picked up another plate dangling on the wall. Neither of the Robinsons noticed her in the darkness of night. She threw it like a Frisbee so it shattered right on Lewis's door.
"Lewis!" Lucielle suddenly realized. She pulled her husband to their adoptive son's door and ran inside. The black clad person looked up as the two parents ran through the door. There was only one needle wound in Lewis's arm and a syringe was in the person's hand.
Damn! Was the soul thought in the person's head.
"What are you doing?" Lucielle said, a little shrilly. Wordlessly, the person dove out a closed window, shattering the glass as they went. When Bud and Lucielle looked out the window, the person had disappeared.
A/N
Whoot! Done with the second chappie! I'm sorry if it was OOC at all, but no one ever saw how Lucielle, Bud, or Wilbur would react to a situation like the ones I put them in, so I did the best I could. Hope you liked it! Please review!
Disclaimer: I own the mysterious person, silver haired girl, and whoever but that (cough) erm, subtle, (cough) hint to Wilbur that he was needed. Besides that, I own nothing.
