Okay, first I would like to say I'm REALLY sorry it took me so long to complete this part of Revenge. Truth be told, I forgot about it...thank you so much Savannah for reminding me...but I've been really lazy lately so I decided to break my lazy streak I'd throw together a new chapter and honestly I'm VERY proud of this one.
Iggy: Me, Trisha and Fang are glad you finally decided to do it.
Me: Good.
Part 2~
"Max, Fang," Mom called as she walked down the hall towards us. When she walked through the door she gasped, probably at the huge mess, then she looked at Fang and I and saw the distressed look on my face. "Max, honey, what's wrong?"
"Mom," I whispered, trying to keep my voice strong. "Mom, she's, Grammy, she wants to,"-my lower lip quivered and Fang held me closer-"she wants to…kill you." My voice cracked on the last two words and I broke down in tears again. I just couldn't bear to stand the thought of anyone trying, or even wanting, to kill my mother. She was one of the sweetest people on this planet, it was about as hard to comprehend as someone wanting to hurt a sweet little girl like Angel, but that happened as well.
"What?" My mom asked, truly confused. Fang explained to her what just happened and how Grammy Martinez was going to get revenge and the family fortune, all the while I cried, soaking Fang's new, and very nice, shirt.
The rest of the night consisted of sorrowful explanation to the flock on what's going on, more crying, and comforting words from everyone. At around midnight Fang came into my room with the Ouija Board we had used to contact Ariel.
"What're you doing?" I asked as he grabbed my jacket out of the closet and tossed it to me then got my shoes. He had on his shoes and jacket, even though he was still wearing his pajama bottoms and a tank top under it.
"We're going…out." He said and slid my shoes onto my feet.
"What do you mean? Out where?" I asked. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed and sat the game down to help me put on my jacket.
"You'll see." He told me and grabbed the game once again and headed for the window.
"Why are you taking that?"
"You'll see." He repeated and jumped out into the night sky. I followed him, completely confused. What was he doing? Taking me to a graveyard to use the board?
After a few minutes of flying I knew exactly what our destination was, and I started to figure out Fang's plan. Below us was my aunt Margie's house, where she and my second aunt were shot.
"Fang, we can't get down there, the place is covered with cops. They'll see us and send us home." I said. He shook his head, focusing on the house.
"Last room on the left of the second story is empty, and you know I can get us through without being seen." He said, looking back at me. Over the last couple months Fang has perfected his invisibility power and gained and improved another one, x-ray vision. Although, that is the one I'm uncomfortable with him having. Don't know why? Just remember, he's a hormonal teenage boy with X-ray vision, and don't forget the bird pheromones. Get it now? Good. Now, with his invisibility he can turn not only himself invisible while he's still moving, but he can also turn other people invisible if he's touching them. He can also move through solid objects, and it was a very funny sight when he figured it out. He had just learned how to turn himself invisible and still move, so he decided he'd try to scare me. I sat down at the breakfast table and the chair beside me scoots back, Fang goes to sit down in it and falls right through. Hilarious I tell you.
Fang grabbed my hand and turned us both invisible and we darted down towards the house. I wasn't at all used to the whole 'going-through-solid-objects' thing, so I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain I expected but never endured. Instead I got a slight tingle as we went through the roof and when we landed I was in Fang's arms, he probably saw how I had my eyes squeezed shut and didn't want me to slam into the floor and get all the cops' attention. He silently put me down and sat down Indian style in the middle of the room, motioning for me to sit in front of him. I did and he took the Ouija Board out of it's box and sat it in between us so it was still touching our legs. We both placed our hands on the Planchette and Fang started the séance.
"Are there any spirits here?" He asked out loud, but in a whisper. We sat for a few minutes waiting for an answer, then the planchette moved to the "YES".
"Is Margie Martinez's spirit here?" He asked. The planchette moved to the "YES" again.
"Is this Margie Martinez?" I asked. I didn't want to feel totally left out. "YES" again.
"Margie, do you know who shot you?" Fang asked. The planchette hesitated before it finally moved to the "NO". My face fell and my stomach sunk. I was shocked when the planchette started to move again.
"B," Fang whispered, mostly to himself. "U, T, T, A, N, Y, A, D, O, E, S."
"But Tanya does." I muttered. "Can she tell us?" It moved to "YES" and then a cold chill swept through me. The planchette began moving again.
"G," Fang and I said in unison as the pointer moved to different letters. "E, O, R, G, E, M, A, R, T, I, N."
"Who's George Martin?" I asked aloud. The pointer began to move once again, "Y", "O", "U", "R", "U", "N", "C", "L", "E". I gasped in spite of myself. Fang and I looked at each other for the longest time, until a voice rung down the hallway.
"I thought I heard something in here, I'll go check it out." It said and footsteps started towards the room we were in. Fang quickly moved the pointer to "GOODBYE" to close the board and put the board back in the box. He grabbed my hand to turn us invisible, but not soon enough.
"What're you kids doing here?" Asked a man in a police uniform. I squinted my eyes as he pointed his flashlight at us. We didn't say anything, just stood there in silence staring back at the man. "You two do realize your trespassing on private property that's under investigation, right?" I looked at Fang and we nodded slightly. "I'm gonna have to take you two downtown." Oh, if only Angel were here to get us out of this one. The officer called in one of his colleagues and they cuffed us. Fang had turned the Ouija Board invisible and kicked it away, that took a lot of energy, to keep something he wasn't touching invisible. A few minutes later we were in the back of a police car. Fang shot me a look that said 'I'm really sorry about this' and I nodded. There was no possible way I could be mad a Fang for this, it was my own fault for going along with it and not stopping him.
"I'll tell you what," The officer, officer Marshall I had learned when I saw his badge, said, looking at us in the review mirror. "I can tell you all are good kids, just by looking at you, and your Valencia Martinez's daughter, right?" I nodded. "Well, she'd never bring up a trouble maker, and neither of you put up a big fuss when we cuffed you, so I'll let you off with a warning and take you home. Okay?" Fang and I nodded, relief flooding through us. Until I thought about what mom would say when we were brought home by the police. Officer Marshall asked Fang where to take him.
"Dr. Martinez's, I'm staying over there for a while." He answered quietly. It shocked me Officer Marshall could hear him, but he did and we soon pulled into the driveway of my mom's house. Officer Marshall opened our doors and helped us step out then un-cuffed us. Fang took my hand as we followed Officer Marshall up the walkway to the front door, where Mom stood there with a worried look on her face.
"Good morning, Dr. Martinez." Officer Marshall greeted with a tip of his hat. "Sorry to have to wake you this early, but I found these two,"--he pointed to us behind him--"at your sister's place. Just thought I'd bring them home to you." Mom raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Really? At Margie's house?" She asked, looking at me and Fang like we were about to get a very stern and very long lecture. God, how I hated lectures.
"Yeah. Well, I'm going to let you handle them from here, I got to get back to the investigation." He said, tipping his hat again as he backed up to let us up to the door. "You two stay out of trouble." He called back. Mom moved so Fang and I could walk through, closed the door behind us and crossed her arms over her chest. She pressed her lips together tightly, glaring at us like we were puppies that had just went in the living room floor.
"Okay, Mom, before you start the lecture, I just want to say we were there for good reason." I started.
"Yeah, and why's that?" She asked in that tone mother's used to make their kids almost wet themselves.
"Well, um…" I honestly had no way to explain it.
"You see, Dr. M," Fang picked up for me, "I thought that maybe if we could contact the spirit of your sister or your aunt then we could figure out who's planning on trying to kill you."
"And you broke into the house, why? Couldn't you have just as easily done this a little bit away from the house? Or better yet, in one of your rooms?" She asked. I braced myself for the rant that was about to come. "I woke up an hour ago to get a glass of water and decided to check on you kids and you two are gone. Do you know how worried I was? I mean, for all I know you could've been kidnapped by those M-Geeks or that Mr. Chu again. I didn't know what to think! Now I'm ready to crack your heads together! Didn't you even think to leave a note?!"
"We didn't think you'd wake up." Fang said honestly.
"Well maybe you should've! Max, you're my oldest daughter and I just met you, and Fang I may not be your real mother, but your like a son to me, completely ignoring the fact that your dating my daughter. When I woke up to find you two missing I was worried sick."
"Mom, I'm sorry." I said. "I'm really, truly, deeply sorry."
"Oh, I'm just glad you two are okay." Mom sighed and hugged us.
"But, we did get what we went for." Fang added once Mom let us go.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"We found out who it is Grammy hired to kill you." I clarified.
"Does the name George Martin ring any bells?" Fang asked. Mom slightly gasped and nodded.
"That's my brother. Well, my half-brother, we share the same dad. Why would he…?" Mom stopped, her brows furrowed and she started pacing in front of us.
"I don't know, but that's what Tanya said. She said that's who killed her and Aunt Margie." I said. "I don't know how anyone would want to kill you, let alone your own half bro--" I stopped short because I had the same problem once. Of course, my brother was changed into a bloodthirsty carnivorous bird-eating dog-boy.
"Okay, well, look, let's all just get some sleep and we'll worry about this later, sound good?" Mom suggested. Fang and I nodded and Mom gave us one last hug before we headed off to our rooms.
See, I'm really proud of this chapter. And I'm not sure how many of you read the bottom A/N but I would just like to--
Iggy: Beg for reviews.
Me: Iggy! I would NEVER do that. However I will ask nicely for you to not only review this but also check out a couple of my newer stories, Random Ramblings/Random Ramblings Show. Please. And review. Please. Pretty please.
Iggy: And your not begging?
Me: No, I'm asking nicely. There's a difference.
Iggy: Just like the difference in stalking and persistantly watching?
Me: Yep.
