The first chapter is now called "What time is it " and then it moved on to 1 am, 2 am, etc., until it reaches Lunch Time.
Yeah. Thought I should let you know.
Allons-y!
^Should I drop that "allons-y" thing?
"Repeat this: Hello. My name is Angel." Melissa told me.
"Hello. My name is Angel." I repeated with a slight stutter and a heavy accent.
"Good!" Melissa clapped. "I think that's enough. We should try and track Ezra down." She kept her eyes closed.
"I agree. You were his lover, did you install any trackers on his phone?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact, I did. Thanks for reminding me." She opened her eyes and pulled out a smart phone. She clicked on an app and held her cellphone in the air. "It's picked up a signal! Uh... Dundas Square!"
She ran towards the street and I stuck to the shadows.
"It's here! The signal is here!" She pointed at a trash can and proceeded to dig through it until she found a cellphone. "It's out of charge but I think we can use my charger."
"It's on. He left us a message." Melissa said. I looked over her shoulder. She had the notepad open. "All aboard the plane to Charlie's factory."
"The hell is that supposed to mean?" I said with my usual stutter.
"Well, what do you think of when you hear plane?"
"Flying, sky, Airport, clouds-" I started.
"Airport. We have 2 airports close by. The one on the harbor and Pearson." She said. "Ezra's smart. If a normal person saw this note, they would assume he's going to Pearson to take an international flight. He means the one at the harbor."
I was wheeled into the elevator that goes to the underwater tunnel at the airport.
"Neat statue." A man told Melissa as she held onto my wheelchair.
"Oh, she's not a statue. This is my handicapped street show partner." Melissa said. I noticed the difference between an American/Canadian accent and Melissa's Northern accent.
"Wow. That's amazing." He said. "Great makeup." And then he began to touch my arm. Why don't people stop doing that? Damn Canadians. "Feels just like stone."
"The power of makeup. I actually used to be a makeup artist back in my film days." She was probably lying.
"What films did you work on?"
"Uh... Les Miserable, The Dark Knight Rises... Recently, I helped out with Panic! At the Disco's Emperor's New Clothes music video." I was 100% sure she was lying.
"Really? I actually love Panic! At the Disco. What's your favourite song by them?" He asked.
When would the elevator ride end? "The Ballad of Mona Lisa. Steampunk Brendon is the best."
"Mine too! Hey, you wouldn't mind getting me in touch with Brendon, I'm a director and I have some ideas for a music video with him." He was saying.
"Yeah, sure. Can I have your number?"
They started rambling about their favourite albums, a song called Casual Affair and some other weird stuff so I just muted them out.
"It was fun talking!" He waved goodbye as the elevator doors opened. Of course, the tunnel was all stairs.
"It's a good thing it's empty." She said.
"Why?" I thought.
"Because now, I can do this." She pushed my wheel chair down the escalators. Shh. Don't tell me that the tunnel isn't like that. I've only been there once. It seemed cool to have It was absolutely terrifying and I vowed to myself that if she did something like that to me again, I'd feed on her time energy. It was awful, constantly shaking and not being able to move because I was stuck in stone mode. Eventually, the shaking stopped and we had finally reached our destination, which was another elevator. Hush. I know that it isn't like that. She wheeled me into an empty washroom and closed her eyes.
"I hate you." I instantly spat at her.
"I know, I know. But the problem is that we're in the wrong place. He mentioned a factory and that would be the one beside the parking." She sighed. "Let's take the ferry back instead."
"He said this was Charlie's factory." Melissa was looking away from me and pacing back and forth on the dirty floor of the abandoned factory. "But written on the wall was Canada Malting and according to Google, malting has nothing to do with a guy named Charlie, or Ezra, for that matter."
"Maybe he meant chocolate." I added in.
"Why would he mean chocolate?" She dismissed the thought instantly but I persisted.
"Because Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. And there's a bar of chocolate over at that corner." I pointed out.
She picked up the chocolate bar and almost rattled it. She then decided to open it because I assume she heard something. Unfortunately, there was no chocolate in it. Instead, there was a small flyer for Toronto's main attraction, the CN Tower. "Great. Now I'm going to have to pay to go to this."
"We could save it for another day."
She muttered something quietly under her breath but I managed to catch what she said. "They test you then they break you. Oh course."
I acted like I didn't hear her confusing statement. "I'm sorry, what?" I returned to my stone form.
"I said we should save it for another day and go enjoy some of Toronto's attractions. I heard there's this great Middle Eastern restaurant near the Eaton Centre. I could go eat there and you could go do whatever you do." Okay! "I'm going to assume you like that idea so let's go."
I've decided to make this Fanfic 5 chapters because it's not really the type that could go on forever so I hope you're all okay with that. Love ya!
-Timelady