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Ouch! It's been over a month! SORRY! I totally did not notice; I've been so busy lately! You should probably expect two to three weeks for the next update again, and I am SOOOO sorry!
FROM NOW ON: I have changed the font of the chapter to be UNbolded. I've noticed that it is very difficult to read, so only my authors notes might be in bold.
Also, I am happy to listen to requests and suggestions on what to do next with this story. I may not use any of them, but I appreciate any effort and if I do use any, the chapter they are in will be dedicated to the person who suggested the idea(s). And suggestions would be MUCH appreciated!
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Chapter Seven – Mystery
Rebekah silently slipped inside her house, not wanting anyone to see her come home. She still looked like Orion because she didn't want to change back and possibly freak someone out after walking Delaney home. But now that she was out of sight of the public, she concentrated and Orion's face and body melted into her own. Watching her transformation in a nearby mirror, she was awestruck. Wow…the change looked so smooth and practiced…Maybe Dad was right about it getting easier in time…because I would certainly hate to get stuck looking like Orion!
"Mom?" She called out, suddenly noticing the uneasy quiet in the house. She stood in the middle of the living room, listening carefully for any noise, but hearing none.
"Dad? " The silence was deafening. "Are you guys playing a prank on me?" She started towards the kitchen, her instincts telling her to look there. "Some kind of pre-birthday surprise? Hello?" The door swung open and she took a few steps forward into the dark pantry. Anxiety filling her, she fumbled for the light switch and suddenly tripped over something. Twisting mid-air, she landed on her butt, with her feet facing the door. She reached a hand down to the floor to push herself back up to find a puddle of something thick and warm on the ground under her. What…What is that?
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The front door of the Richard's flung open, the hinges squeaking under the pressure and the doorknob slamming into the wall, leaving a small indent in the wall. Orion ignored it and continued his rampaging search.
"Shorty! Where are you, you little bitch!" He shouted and then paused in the middle of the room, unknowingly mimicking Rebekah's earlier actions. "Shorty?"
Listening carefully, he heard only silence for a few moments. Then, breaking the calm quiet, he heard the sounds of gagging coming from the kitchen. Worried, he headed for the kitchen.
"Someone sick in here?" He asked as he entered, reaching for the light switch. The bright glare filled the kitchen, illuminating Rebekah's hunched over form in a corner, her stomach heaving and the sickening stench of puke in the air. "Becky, what's wrong?" Taking a step toward her, his toes slammed into something soft and he looked down to find a body clothed in black cotton, a ski mask hiding the person's face. He immediately bent down and tried to feel a pulse. Finding none and seeing the puddle of blood, he lifted the mask…and quickly lowered it. There was no way the man was still alive, his body had been mutilated by some kind of fire blast and skewered by some sharp object…
Dad… He thought, instantly recognizing the marks of his father's pyrokinesis. I wonder what happened, it looks like some kind of battle took place here… He took note of the scorch marks and overturned furniture as he walked towards the hurling Rebekah and bent down beside her, gently touching her shoulder. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide in panic and terror.
"What happened, Becky? Are you hurt?" She shook her head and then continued to stare at him, seemingly confused by his concern.
"I-I walked in here…lo-looking for everyone and I…tripped. Over that…body," she whispered the last word to him, as if she were afraid to say it out loud. Quivering, she lifted her hands into the air in front of her, showing him the palms of them. They were coated in a thick red liquid that Orion instantly recognized as blood. Grabbing her shoulders and shaking his cousin a bit, he glared at her.
"Where are you hurt? Why didn't you say something before?"
"I…I'm not hu-hurt. I landed in his bl-bl-bl-" She broke off her sentence and leaned away from Orion, throwing up again. But Orion knew what she was going to say anyway. She landed in his blood…That would explain why she's throwing up. But I wonder where Dad and Nuria and Uncle Reed and Aunt Sue are? They wouldn't leave a body here…Hell, they wouldn't kill someone unless it was in defense of themselves or others. That's what Dad told us to do once we got our powers…only use them to defend yourselves or innocents.
"Becky, where is everyone?" She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned back to him, tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes.
"I don't know. I came right in here after I got home," she said calmly, taking deep breaths and avoiding looking at the body near the doorway. Orion took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
"We need to find them." Leading her to the doorway, he helped her climb over the body, since she refused to look downward for fear of becoming sick again. Letting the door swing closed, they stood in the living room, hands clasped for a few moments before realizing neither one of them had any idea where to look.
"Why don't we split up? We should check all the rooms upstairs first," Rebekah said, leading the way up the stairs. Well, she can apparently take charge when she wants to…
After thoroughly checking all the rooms upstairs and downstairs, they met back in the living room.
"I couldn't find anyone. Do you think they're in trouble?" Orion asked, walking in from checking the kitchen again. He glanced around for Rebekah and spotted her sitting on the couch, a crumpled piece of paper clutched in her hands and crystal tears flowing freely down her face. "Becky what is it?"
"I found this upstairs on my bed," she whispered, holding the piece of paper out towards him. He grabbed it from her grasp and unfolded it, quickly scanning the contents.
"Come on, we have to get out of here." He roughly took hold of her hand and pulled her to the door, letting the paper fall on the ground as they exited the house.
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Dear Miss Rebekah Richards,
We know all about you and your strange abilities. We are also well aware of the powers of your parents and cousins. We strongly advise you not to go to the police with this note, because any hint that they know and your parents lives will be extinguished severely. We are not afraid to use force to get what we want, as I am sure you have noticed by now. A few days from now, you shall be contacted with information regarding how you may re-obtain your family from our control. Until then, your family shall be free to enjoy our hospitality, whether they wish to or not. Again, tell no one of this or you can kiss your parents goodbye. Oh, and feel free to run; we will find you no matter where you go.
Sincerely yours,
D. D.
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Wow. I can't even believe that happened…and I wrote it! Wow. Any guess on who "D. D." is? And just so you know, the answer isn't as obvious as you would think…
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