BOOM BABY! New chapter! So summary of last chapter: James Marinea and Nyana traveled to the Darling's next door house and Nyana went up to play with George with her teddy bear, and the Newports and Darlings had a discussion and Nyana kicked George for trying to steal her bear, Aflie. Due to this they went back to their home, it being time for bed anyway, and James having to go to work. Later that night, little Nyana had a nightmare, and woke up to run to her mother, but before she could discover her mother was dead, Michael took Nyana to his house! I would very very much like a review over how you all like this story as far as it's going. If you have questions or suggestions, please send me a message! Thanks! ~Neverland Lily
The darling family had never seen such tears come from a child. However this was completely expected of a frightened young one.
"I want my mummy and daddy!" Nyana cried, her incessant tears flowing down her rosy cheeks. Nyana had not seen her mother pierced in the heart, so she was unaware of the current state of her mother, thanks to the quick thinking of Michael shielding her eyes from the sight and bringing horrified Nyana.
"Now now, stop that crying" An officer demanded, in a stern voice that could silence a newborn. With a sniffle, Nyana nodded, Mr. Darling taking Nyana from his lap and set her on the couch next to him so the officer could speak to her.
"Did you see anything strange tonight?" The stern man interrogated, his cold, foggy grey eyes staring into her glossy blue ones. The Darlings, George still asleep in his bed, looked at one another, concerned for the well being of the family. Nyana nodded. "I had a bad dream" She answered, wiping away her last tear as the officer sighed, shaking his head. "The child didn't see anything" he muttered angrily, standing up and walking out of the door to tell his Sargent, in the now calm weather.
This left Nyana confused. What didn't she know? Where was her mother? Why were the police here? Why wasn't she allowed to go in her own bed? Why did the Darlings look so sad? Why did she have so many questions?
SLAM! The wooden door bursted open and hit the wall it was hinged to. The man oh so familiar to Nyana stared at her with relived eyes, but still yet, distraught.
"Daddy!" Nyana cried out, happy to finally see her father home from work. You can imagine her jovial demeanor at the time. "Nya!" He exclaimed, bending down, his arms wide open as the four year old ran into them, her hands grasping him, giving him a long hug, he doing the same back. "I'm so glad your safe!" He whispered in his daughters ear, a small tear rolling down his cheek. The Darling family watched the heartbreaking moment, Mr Darling standing up and taking his wife's hand, who was also standing. James pulled from his daughters hug, his tear now long vanished. He stood up, taking his daughter by the waist and lifting her up, holding her as a father would a daughter. "Thank you, Michael..." James thanked, "For saving my daughters life.."
"It was no trouble at all, James.. But.." He paused, looking to his wife, giving her hand a squeeze. How could a man possibly deal with the pain of loosing his wife? He couldn't imagine.. "I'm sorry for your loss.." He finished, shaking his head, a frown upon this usually jolly man's face. It did not suit him..
The Newport daughter was still unaware of the events that took place. Being this young, she only focused on her fear of this night. "Daddy, can we go home? I want mummy.." She mumbled, laying her head on her fathers shoulder, it being way past her bed time.
James's depressed look increased even more at this. Who could do this to his wife? Without a word to the Darling's, he left with his now sleeping daughter in his arms.
As he closed the door to the house with his free arm, the Sargent approached him, a seemingly stone stern plastered on his face. "Mr. Newport, Im afraid to say we haven't found anything.." He spoke loudly, ignoring the fact there was a sleeping child in James's arms.
James shook his head, sighing loudly, clenched his golden eyes, his head tilted down. "Bloody h-" James began to whisper, but was interrupted by the same man who had been so rude so many times. "The only thing closest to a piece of evidence was," the man held up a single item in his hand between his forefinger and thumb, covered with a glove, "this single red feather.." He announced to James, who suddenly looked up, staring at the feather.
Suddenly his once warm eyes went cold, like stone, and his color left him, leaving him a ghost.
"Any idea who this could belong too?" These words busted through his thoughts like a car to a window, and he now looked calm once again, standing up straight. "No sir, I do believe not.." James admitted, plucking the feather from the Sargent's clothed fingers, and held it in his own bare hand. He was a good actor indeed.
This single feather pointed to where he needed to go. He knew where to start his life after this.
With the single feather in his left hand, and his daughter in the other, he began to shove off towards his destination, everything else around him disappearing.