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Chapter 3:
'Olivia's been kidnapped'. Peter had those 3 words stuck in his head on repeat for the last 5 hours. Olivia's appartment had
been searched for evidence but of corse there was none so for now fringe division had to go to a crime scene of their own. A
woman in new york city got off of a bus and burst into flames. Peter was on auto pilot at the crime scene all he could think
about was Olivia. Is she ok? who took her? where were they holding her? Why did they take her? What were they doing to her?
Why were all her friends working this case not hers?
"peter I need someone to go over the victiums appartment with. you in?" Charlie asked. Peter didn't reply, just stood there.
Charlie put his hand on Peter's shoulder.
"I miss her too man." Peter just nodded his head.
"How long since you last saw her?" Charlie asked.
"About 3 hours before she was taken, we took Ella to the fair. I almost kissed her. I don't know what i was thinking her last
memory with me is that i almost conpromised our friendship." Peter explained.
"No you didn't, far from it acctually."
"How do you know."
"The last time i saw her was at the federal building, she told me about your plans she couldn't keep the smile off her face."
Charlie explained. Peter smiled a small smile but a smile none the less.
"Come on peter let's go check the victiums appartment."
With that the boys left for Susan Pratts appartment.
"Susan Pratt 29 years old. Single. Worked for a new york higway department, tole booth opperator." Charlie told Peter as they
enetered the victiums appartment.
"Lonely line of work." Peter commented. "Doesn't look like she had much of a social life either." He added a minute later
looking at thee victiums calender void of anything other than work.
"She's deffinatley a table for one." Charlie said noticing the very small kitchen table with only one chair.
"hey peter do you think there's something wrong with her?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know good looking woman in the prime of her life, No evidence of a boyfriend or any friends for that matter it doesn't
exactly strike me as being normal." Charlie obserrved.
"charlie nothing about this case is normal." Peter replied. Charlie just nodded in reply before moving to another room.
"Peter." Charlie called from the bathroom.
"Yeah?"
"I found something. I think you should come take a look at this." Peter entered the bathroom and every single inch of any
wall or surface was chared black.
"What the hell happened to her."
BACK AT THE LAB
"Walter i'm back. We went to the victiums appartment and there appears to be evidence of other fires. Meaning the bus stop
wasn't her first inncodent." Peter told his father as he returned to the lab.
"Well that changed everything. We can rule out spontanious human conbustion, that's stricktly a one off event as i'm sure you
can imagin." Walter replied
"Well what does it rule in?" Peter asked walter clearly confussed.
"pyrokenesis."
"Walter It's not even a real word." Astrid chipped in.
"It was created by stephen king." Peter added.
"Mr King coined the term but the phenomina existed long before that Peter, it's just a form of telekenisis." Walter
explained.
"Still doesn't explain why Susan Pratt blew herself up." Astrid pointed out.
"I suspect it was a new found ability, it take a great deal of training you know." Walter added.
"Hey guys I think I found something. It's another victium." Astrid said handing over a print out to peter before continuing.
"The guy died the same way Susan Pratt did, I checked it out the guy who runs the website lives in malden."
Ohh cliffhanger sorry guys i'll try and update soon i promise thank you to everyone who reviewed and i would love it if you guys would leave more of them see you in the next chapter love ya. -Maddy xoxo