A/N: Sorry if this going to be a little short, at least shorter then the other ones, but I promise the next one will be longer. Thanks for all reviews, I appreciate them all and also for catching that mistake I made, when I'm done being lazy, I'll fix it, lol. Any way I'm bring the reading experance down by talking to you...so read! Sorry I'm being rude.
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Story Of The Heroine
Chapter Three
I woke up slowly in the morning. When I opened my I eyes I saw that it was pretty early for me to be getting up, so I laid in my bed with my face in my pillow. Why was this happening to me? I missed my old bed, not this stinking one. My sigh was muffled by the pillow. I hoped that I would be sick today, math had lightened the load on homework a bit. I wasn't sure if I should thank Mr. Cannon or just ignore the gesture. And then today I would have to see him. Ugh, I didn't want to think about it. The dogs song was long forgotten by now, I only thought of my recent nightmare. Of the murder who had red flaming hair. I shivered, half from the cold outside. Wait, why is it cold? I sat up in my bed to look at the heater. Not a sound came from it. Crap.
So the heater was really turned off last night...but who turned off. I only thought of one suspect. "Grandma!" I yelled from my bed, "What the hell did you do to my heater?" No answer. I tried again, "Grandma?" I sighed. She could sleep through anything, snow, sleet, and rain. Specking of snow, I thought I saw some outside. Great, I get to walk in a blizzard too. I wished for a car again, but I was sure it would never come true. I put my bare feet on the carpet of my room and shivered as I pulled the blankets off my body. I decided to keep them rapped around me. I went over to the heater and pushed the on button. I hate machines, especially if they don't work. I kicked it once after a tried the button a third time. "Crap," I muttered under my breath. I tried to open my door – it took a lot of tries to successfully open it – and it swung open, with ice hanging on the edges. I gasped at that. Something was horribly wrong.
I slipped on some sandals I found hanging around the front of my door, and took the stairs slowly. I could see my breath come in ragged clouds and the wooden handle of the stairs was freezing. I slid my hand away carefully and tried my best not to fall down. I noticed that the lights were all turned off. But what was with the heaters? I then saw a bright flash of a television. "Grandma?" I called again as I eased myself down the last step. She sat there with almost ten blankets on her, with her turning to every channel our T.V. could muster. I touched her cold hand that held the remote, but she didn't respond. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked her, touching her shoulder and shaking it. She responded immediately and I jumped back.
"Sorry kid, powers out," she said. I looked up to the light bulbs on the ceiling and nodded.
"Yah, I've noticed that," I said, "But...don't we have a back up generator?" My Grandma smiled and she turned to another channel. Weird that the T.V. still worked...
"Nope, this T.V. here is the only thing that can work with that stupid thing. I mean, why couldn't I have gotten a house with a fireplace?" she asked. Why couldn't you get a house far away from him, I thought. But it still didn't make sense.
"Then...what happened to the heater?" I asked. My Grandmother shook her head and laughed.
"Some fiend wreaked it. Stupid kids," she muttered to herself. Fiend? It was probably that dog. This was the last straw! I would march over to Link's house and demand that dog be put somewhere else, far away. I ran up the cold steps again to get my clothes on. "Also, you don't have school today!" she yelled up the stairs. At least that was the only thing that could bring luck to my day.
I slammed the screen door to my house shut and pulled some gloves on my cold hands. I barley fell as I walked down the driveway, past my Grandmothers old Truck. It happened so quickly, I walked across the street, no more like fast walked, and went across the street to Link's house. I banged on his door angrily.
"I know your in there Link!" I yelled at the door, "I hate you and I hope you realize what your stupid dog has done to our heater! Don't you realize-" A hand shot out from behind me and held my mouth shut from yelling my last lines. I gave him muffled curses as he pulled me to his chest. I already knew who it was. "What are you doing!" I said after he released my mouth. He held my mouth again and he answered calmly in my ear.
"Just stay here," he said, "don't move." He took a scarf of some sort and put it on my head to cover my eyes. "Stay here!" he said, and he was gone. I stood there breathing deeply. What the heck was going on? I had just come over here to spit curses to his dog and to inform him that the next time I saw his pretty face it would be bloodied up, not that I would ever have a chance to throw a punch at a pro-fencer. He had told me to stay put with this scarf on my head, but should I just leave? He was probably in the middle of something so important that I interrupted him from. I hated Link so much! I haven't even noticed how much sweat I had built up from fright. I then felt a hand grab the scarf on my head and it was removed.
"What the hell happened!" I yelled at him. He still stood behind me, so I couldn't see his face. "What -- you blind fold me like you are kidnaping me or something? I had just about enough with you!" I yelled as I turned to walk to my house. He caught my gloved hand before I could go further to hold me back.
"I'm sorry," he said. I laughed non-humorously.
"Sorry? Well I could believe that! You gave me a scare for no good reason! And I would like to see this dog of yours, I want to kill it for wreaking my heater," I said. I tried to move away but he still held me. "Let me go," I said calmly. I shook my hand again, but he still held it.
"It wasn't my dog," he said seriously. I laughed again, and pulled my hand, this time he let go.
"Really? Then who?" I asked. He hesitated in answering and I smiled. "There." I tried to go my house again, but he blocked me from going farther. I laughed again. "You can't be serious?" His face remained calm as I tried to go around him. "Link?" He shook his head.
"I'm so sorry," he said. I shook my head.
"This is about the heater, or are you sorry about yesterday?" I asked. He narrowed his eyes at me and I cringed away. He looked very upset about something. "What is it?" I asked. He looked away and pointed to my house.
"I'm sorry about your heater. I'll fix it myself," he said, his face returning to normal. I cocked my head to the side in confusion.
"If you...say so..." I said. He nodded and turned away, closing the door to his house. I remained motionless at the doorstep. Something terribly wrong was happing with Link, and I wanted to find out what.
0o0
The rest of the day went on like a dream. Link got the heater fixed (and very quickly) and got the home feeling again. I decided to check my e-mails, see if Malon had some news from Virginia. I smiled as I saw she did write.
Zelda,
I hope your okay, It hasn't been the best down here. There has been many string of murders all somehow related to each other. I have a strange feeling it's related to your parents death, because I know how you feel that they didn't die in an accident. I just hope your okay and write back soon.
Malon
I frowned as I read this. Murders in Virginia? And she had also said that they were related to my parents death in some way. This all didn't make any sense. First with the strange epidemic with Link, and now and new mystery to solve. After all, my name is Sherlock Holmes! I grimaced at my knew name. So I decided to tell Malon everything, from the second day of school (I forgot about the first day) till today and Link's strange behavior. I sent it and decided to just lay in my bed and read a boring magazine while Malon replied. I sighed and flipped through it. IQ tests a strange story about some star. I groaned and threw it half way across the room. Why did I even buy that? Oh wait...that's my grandma's. I bet her IQ was pretty low.
I sat at the computer and drummed my fingers in boredom, waiting for the "you got mail!" to flash. I put my head on my desk. What if she was hurt? What if the murderer got to her -- the flaming red haired guy? No, I would not think of that. I had drifted to sleep and was awakened by a male voice calling to me. I jumped up and read her message.
Zelda,
Man, Link is pretty weird. Your right, I would probably hate him too. But he does seem suspicious...it would be good to talk to him. It could be healthy for you Zelda, I don't want you to get hurt. He does seem to have something going on...please e-mail me of the results.
I groaned again. Malon was asking me to talk with him. What was there to say? "Hello Link, I was wondering what was happening to you yesterday? Are you insane?" I shook my head. I would talk to him...never. Before I closed down my computer, another "you got mail" thing popped up. It was from Link. I wanted to erase it, but I was wondering what he was writing for. After all he could just come over, not that I would answer the door.
Girl,(he still didn't know my name)
Your probably going to try and erase this(True) but I am sorry(False). About all that with the blind fold, I wish you could have understood, but you wouldn't have liked what you would have seen. Also, I have your e-mail because your Grandmother gave it to me, so I'm not stalking you(I really hate my Grandma now). I just hope you would forgive me. I'm not an insane person. It's just too...difficult to explain. And my dog, I promise that he will stay inside. And I will tell him personally that he frightens you. I am REALLY sorry for my stupid wolf.
Link
I soon as I read it, I deleted it. Man, am I stupid. It wasn't Link's fault. I still wished he would kill his dog though. I would actually like to kill both of them, if that was possible. But...I felt pity as I read his e-mail. He looked like he was trying -- I was the one being cold. That's who I am, I have a cold heart. I could never comment on the last few sentences. I wanted to forgive him, very badly. I didn't even know why I would forgive him. I put my hand on my forehead and sighed. What type of mess have I gotten into now? I had some mysteries to solve, involving my parents and Link. I have some sort of Soap Opera going on as well. My life is a mystery. My thoughts were interrupted by my Grandmother.
"Help Din! Get down here and help me with dinner!" she yelled. I groaned. There was that mystery too. I yelled back at her, trying the curse myself.
"To the Goddesses...I think...I'm coming!" I tried nervously. My grandma has a weird religion. I thought I heard my Grandma laugh as I made my way down the stairs.
"You could try Princess," she said, giving me another weird nickname that fathers use on little girls. "You could try."
Again sorry it's short, and see yah soon in next chap!
