My eye started to twitch and I visibly bristled. Rage started bubbling up inside me and soon my inner volcano would explode. My face twisted into a snarl and my hands clenched at my sides. He did not just call me that.
"What did you just call me?" My voice was deadly silent and dripping with venom. There was a dangerous glint in my eye. If this guy knew what was good for him he would back off.
Even under my killer gaze the boy did not flinch or show even the tiniest hint of fear. He remained perfectly calm. Which was very, very aggravating.
He rose an eyebrow. "You really are his kid aren't you? One comment and your about ready to tear my head off." He observed rolling his eyes.
"Don't compare me to him." I snapped. My teeth bared as I seethed.
"You should get use to it, it's hard not to see the resemblance." He remarked. I didn't reply I just glared at him. My bright blue eyes became sharp as daggers.
The cop stepped in. "Miss Valentine do you except?" He pressed stepping between me and Barclay.
I looked at him with a blank stare and then sent Barclay a harsh glare. "No." I replied hotly. I turned on my heel ready to leave but then the cop said something that made me stop in my tracks.
"We will keep coming back Amy. And I doubt you are as good at hiding from the cops as your mother." The statement was enough to make me stand still with my back still facing them. My mother? How did this man know my mother? Who was he? The cop let out a bitter laugh. "The maneuver in the Chicago Midway Airport was impressive. I remember you though, you were the little girl who told me that you lost your parents. She made you a distraction right? I had no idea you were connected to her at the time." The cop recalled. At this statement realization hit me like a load of bricks. It can't be. There's no way.
Slowly I turned to meet his gaze. And then I recognized him. The man from the airport when I was 7. The man who had spent years hunting down my mother. The man from the graveyard. I grinned. "Detective Mike Norris." I chuckled. "It's been awhile."
"You two know each other?" The blond woman questioned. I smirked.
"Well I know him. My mother told me so much about you." I explained.
"Its good to know your mother didn't forget me." He stated.
"It's kind of hard to forget someone who spent 10 years chasing you." I responded smirking. Mike was about to respond when the bell rang in my ears. Finally. I had to go get Glen, even if this strange meeting was very amusing other that the jerk leaning against the wall.
I smiled at Mike sadly "As much as I would love to help." I claimed sarcasticly. "I really just want to move on from the Chucky incedent, I'd rather not get involved in the case." I turned to Andy "Also I don't like you." I stated bluntly.
"Likewise." He retorted.
I glared at him. But I refused to stay here and give this guy anymore of my attention. So I turned away from them and headed for the nearest exit. Mike called out to me as I walked away.
"Amy, we need your help."
I looked over my shoulder and smirked. "You should have thought of that before Barclay called me Ray." I declared. With that I left, the door swinging shut behind me.
JabberJay
Mike let out an irritated sigh as the girl exited. He had not expected it to be easy convincing her to testify but that didn't stop him from hopping it would be.
Andy let out a bitter laugh "Well she's pleasant."
Karen gave him a stern look "You didn't have to purposely provoke her. We need her to help us Andy." She lectured.
Andy shrugged "It wasn't very hard to do, she is obviously very easy to set off."
"Andy we need to convince her to help us." Mike argued.
"Just tell her the truth, tell her no one will hire her with the record she has." Andy replied softly. "She is in the same situation as me, she has just yet to realize it."
"We'll have to confront her while she is going to pick up her brother." Mike stated as he headed for the door.
"She has a brother?" Karen asked.
"Apparently. There are hardly any records of him anywhere, but he is enrolled in the school system. Glen Valentine most definitely exists. My guess is that Tiffany Valentine had an affair with a man that resulted in a child. He couldn't have been more than a few months old at the time since he is only five now." Mike explained. "The children were most likely separated at their mothers passing and then recently reunited. Andy try not to get on her bad side. We really need her to like us not hate us."
Andy shrugged indifferently. "Fine, I'll try but Im not making any promises."
(*Katniss*)
Kenzie walked behind me giggling as she tried to fix Jacks hair. She kept on running her fingers through his thick black mop of hair while he continued to walk with an emotionless expression on his face. He was slightly hunched over so the tiny girl could reach the top of his head. Ever since they started going out during the summer they have been inseparable.
While we were all hanging out in the summer at Kenzie's house, Mackenzie randomly stood up and shouted that they should start dating. Jack stared at her for a full ten minuets with out braking eye contact, then finally asked if she was serious. Mackenzie laughed saying that she was dead serious and that she would prove it. She dragged Jack out of the house to an unknown location, leaving me alone and extremely confused.
She giggled again. "Jesus Jack, do you ever run a comb through your hair?" She questioned playfully. She planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth while she stood on her tip toes. She entangled their fingers together and caught up with me by jogging and dragging Jack behind her.
"Aww. You two are so cute." I mocked with a sweet tone while smirking.
Jack glared at me. "Shut up Amy." He grumbled. I giggled knowing that he really enjoyed having Mackenzie on his arm. As much as he tried to hide it. Im pretty sure Mackenzie knew as well.
"Well I'm already late for picking up Glen because you decided to groom your boyfriends hair." I accused "Now Glen is going to think I abandoned him."
We all approached the front of the elementary school. The area was deserted by now, most of the children already gone, leaving only an empty playground and the sound of the blowing wind. I usually never came this late but Mackenzie's affection slowed us down considerably. The wind made the swings shift and turn. All except one that was occupied by a small red head boy. He looked up at the sound of approaching people. A grin split his face when he saw me. He bolted off the seat and ran towards me with alarming speed. I lifted the boy off the ground easily when he was a foot away from me and swung him as I twirled in a circle. The child giggled hysterically as he flew through the air. I placed the child on the ground grinning at him as I knelt down at eye level.
"Sorry I kept you waiting kid." I apologized ruffling his soft fiery hair.
He smiled "It's fine. Guess what?" He asked excitedly.
I place my hands on his shoulders. "What?" I responded with childlike curiosity.
He reached into his dark blue backpack and pulled out a large piece of parchment paper. "We were told to draw something that we were afraid of in class today." He held the paper to his chest so I couldn't see the front. I frowned for a split second worried that he might have drawn Chucky and told someone about him. But the frown left my face as soon as it came. I didn't want to upset Glen.
"Thats strange. Why would they want you to do something like that?" I asked tilting my head slightly to the left.
"They said it would help us get rid of our fears." Glen rolled his eyes. He obviously knew such a thing would not work.
"What did you draw?" I inquired softly, as I gently tried to take the paper from his hands. Glen clutched it tighter in his hands blushing ferociously. "Oh come on honey. You wanted to show me." I told him. He bit his lip nervously and then thrusted the paper into my hands with his eyes tightly shut. I took it from his tiny hands thanking him quietly as I looked at the front. To my surprise the picture was not Chucky it was a turtle. Turtle?
I looked at Glen with an amused and astonished expression while he blushed staring at his shoes. "A Turtle?" I giggled slightly.
Glen glared at me. Though with his adorable face it was hardly intimidating. "Don't laugh Amy." He commanded sternly. I tried to desperately hold in my laughter but was failing miserably. Eventually my laughter tumbled out of my mouth in a fit of giggles. Glen huffed as he crossed his arms, his face redder than a tomato.
"Oh Baby, Im sorry its just...Turtles really?" I giggled.
"Don't expect me to come to your rescue when you get bitten by a giant turtle." He huffed.
"Honey. Turtles are herbivores." I explained grinning.
"Oh." Glen blushed an even deeper shade of red. God this kid was hysterical.
"Well I suppose there are worse things he could have drawn." A voice called out from behind me. I turned around to meet a pair of dark brown eyes. Mike Norris smiled softly at Glen who shyly hid behind me.
I glared at him. This man had no right to but into my life. "Why are you here?" I hissed. I saw Barclay woman from before behind him.
"We're not done talking yet, Miss Valentine."
I was actually afraid of turtles when I was five. Face palm. I love writing for Glen he is such a mother flippen cute kid. Please review.