All the Stories
"Shut...up..." Savanna suddenly said. Veronica looked up at her sister, a worried look on her face. "Just...shut up."
"Savanna...?" Veronica took a step back, not feeling safe anymore. Something was wrong with her sister. Something was really wrong.
"You are so annoying! all you ever do is talk and talk and talk! Why don't you just shut up for a minute!" Savanna yelled as she turned to her sister. Her blue eyes were filled with fury and Veronica took a step back, fearful. "Not once do you ever think of anything but Oliver! And I mean, look at you! You look terrified! You are always so scared for no reason! No wonder mother didn't want you!"
"Savanna stop it!" Veronica screamed through her cries. She didn't want to listen to this anymore and no matter how hard she pushed her hands over her ears, the words still heard. "Savanna please! We don't want to here this anymore!"
"You're nothing but a stupid little brat! Mother didn't want you! Father didn't want you! Not even you sister wants you!" Her yells got louder and louder with each word, making the echo around the hall. "The only reason Matt and Victoria are talking to you is because they pity you! You should be grateful for just that!" Then, without another word Savanna walked away, leaving Veronica standing in the middle of the red hall, crying her eyes out.
"Why...Why Savanna?" Veronica cried as she tried to wipe the tears that would not stop flowing. "Why do we say such hateful things!?" She crouched down and put her head in her lap, letting her tears flow onto her dress that remain dry.
"Hey, are you alright? Where are your parents?" asked a voice. Veronica just ignored it, knowing that the girl could not be talking to her. She was alone and without Savanna, she was no one. "It's okay, I'm here to help."
"You-you c-can't help me" Veronica spoke up out of spite.
"Why not?" replied the voice behind her. It was then Veronica remembered why Savanna had gotten so mad and anger boiled in her.
"Because it's all his fault!" Veronica screamed as she snapped her head up at the girl.
Mai let out a piercing scream as she feel back on her butt. The face in front of her wasn't one of a cute little girl that had been crying, no it was of a monster. The paled skin that the girl had was no more as blood stained parts of her face along with deep gashes that were on her cheek and forehead. The slim jaw that Mai was sure had once produced a sweet smile had dislocated itself and was now hanging an inch lower then it should, exposing the tongueless mouth. One of her two blue eyes had somehow popped out from its socket and the red orb just hung loosely to her face. Even the once beautiful blond hair was now a strange tint of orange.
"Wh-Whose f-fault?" Mai managed to ask. The girl looked away from Mai, who was able to calm herself a little.
"It's all Oliver's fault!" The girl yelled. Another sob or two escaped from her lips and Mai started to feel sorry for the girl.
Maybe I shouldn't have screamed at her. Mai thought to herself before pushing off the ground and crawling a little towards the girl.
"Hey, it's okay." Mai said as she reached out and touched her. To Mai's surprise, she was able tot ouch her, but the girl was extremely cold. "What's your name?"
"Veronica" The girl whispered as she glance up at Mai through the side of her hair. Mai just smiled, internally thankful that Veronica's face had gone back to normal.
"Well Veronica, I know Oliver's a jerk, but you don't need to be mad at him. He makes fun of me all the time to!" Mai said, trying to cheer the girl up. Though, Mai was determined to chew Naru out for making this girl cry.
"Really?" Veronica sniffed a little as she turned to face Mai a little more.
"Yep! All her does is sit there and criticize my work. Not to mention, he's a huge tea addict. I swear, if it wasn't for the fact that I needed sleep, he would have me serving him twenty-four seven." This made Veronica laugh and smile smiled down at the girl.
"Mai!" called a voice. Mai spun around to find Lin and Bou-san running up the stairs and to her. "Mai are you alright!?"
"Yea, I'm fine, why?" Mai stood up and looked at the two men running to her. "Did something happen?"
"Who were you talking to?"
"What?" Mai titled her head, confused for a moment. "Oh, you mean Veronica?" When Mai looked back to show them the little girl, she was gone.
"Veronica? Who's that?" Lin asked. There was something about the way he said it that made a shiver go down Mai's spine.
Was...was he worried? Mai thought to herself before saying, "I'm not sure. She was crying in the middle of the hallway and when I asked her what was wrong, she said it was Oliver's fault."
"Oliver?"
"You mean as in Naru-Oliver?" Bou-san asked. Mai shrugged,
"I wasn't aware of any other Oliver in the building, so I assumed so."
"Then why did you scream?" Lin asked.
"Oh well um..." Mai tried to think of a way to explain to them that Veronica had a distorted face without it sounding strange.
"It doesn't matter as long as your alright," Bou-san spoke up, seeing that Mai was having some trouble. Lin gave him a look, but said nothing. "Let's go back to base, okay?"
When they reach the base, Mai pauses and looks around the room.
"Is Naru still talking to the manger?"
"Yes." LIn said as he grabbed his notebook and pencil. he then gestured Mai to sit down and with a sigh, she moved to the chair next to his. "What did you see?"
"A small blond girl, maybe five or six years old crying on the third floor on my way back up here. I stopped to ask if she was okay, and she said that it was Oliver's fault." Mai cut off before she could say anything about mocking Naru in the process. Lin didn't seem to notice.
"And when did you scream?" Lin asked, looking up at Mai. Mai grew slightly uncomfortable but said,
"When she turned to look at me. Her face...it was kinda distorted."
"Kinda?" Bou-san chipped in from the couch.
"Okay, like a horror movie distorted."
"Ew." Bou-san winced a little. This earned him another slight glare from Lin, who then sighed and went to type this up in the computer. Mai, who thought she was done, stood up and headed towards the couch, were she threw herself on, suddenly exhausted. "You gonna take a little nap?" Bou-san asked, sensing her tiredness. She nodded her head heavily as her eyes began to droop.
"Thank you," Yasuhara said to the young woman behind the desk. He took the three large binders that held old newspapers from her and went straight for the table. He sat down and placing the stack next to him, he began to look through all the old articles on Hotel Stirling. "Hmm..." Yasuhara studied the pages as his fingers ran over the plastic that kept the old paper fresh. It wasn't until two pages later, something caught his eye.
Headline: Twins die in accident at The Stirling.
Two twins, Veronica and Savanna Smith were both thrown from the fifth floor window, landing on the ground below. The two were suspected to be playing by the window when one of their toys fell outside. In their attempt to receive the toy though, they both slipped and fell to their deaths. Yet when police investigated later that day, there was no toy on the window sill or even near the place of the accident. They is no word from whether they have deemed this an accident or a homicide. One thing was certain though and that was a red ball was found on the scene and when later questions, the parents denied ever buying the toy for their children...
"Hmm, that is interesting." Yasuhara wrote down some quick notes before going back to flipping through the pages and a few later, he found another article.
Headline: Ambassador's Daughter Killed In Hotel Stirling
Ambassador's John Marksmen and his family were visiting a Hotel just outside of London when a tragic accident occurred. Victoria Marksmen, John Marksmen's only daughter, was found dead at the bottom of a staircase in the Hotel Stirling. Witnesses say that she was running around the hotel, screaming about some one chasing her, but when they looked, she was alone. It is because of this, the police believe that she had fallen down the stairs while playing her game of chase. John Marksmen claims his daughter would never lie and is pressuring the police into investigating but no word from them yet...
"Running around screaming someone was chasing her?" Yasuhara wrote this down along with the date of the published paper. "You'd think someone would have stopped her." Yasuhara turned the last page before closing the book. He then took another book of his stack and looked at the dates. They were over fifty years before the last one. Hoping there was something in here, he opened it to find the first page holding exactly what he wanted.
Headline: Suicide at the Hotel Stirling Construction Site
_ _was found dead after jumping off the top of the construction building of the new Hotel Stirling. Her husband, _ Marksmen was in charge of the project and claimed that when he asked her to get a divorce early that week, she had told him to change his mind. He swears that he never would have thought that she would have gone this far and even though the police claim it an accident, suspicion still arises on how she was able to even able to get on the construction site so late at night with all the entrance ways and gates were locked tight.
"So she was the first death?"Yasuhara said to himself. He tried to figure out what her name was, but was worn out and almost impossible to read. "But...Marksmen is the last name of her husband, which means..." Yasuhara grabbed a history book from the stack and opened it up, flipping a few pages. "Her name must be...Beatrice!" The family history of the Marksmen's family was lain out in front of him on the page and when he went down a little, he found another name he knew. "Oh..Victoria...she must be his great great grand-daughter. That might explain why she was killed...hmm" Yasuhara turned the page and found another family tree, ones that belonged to Marksmen's assistant, Nicklaus Smith. "That makes me wonder..." And just like he wonder, about three generations later, Veronica and Savanna's names were there.
Yasuhara pulled out his cell phone and called the first number that popped up.
"Hello?" He heard Lin ask as he answer the phone.
"Hey Lin! I think I may have found some connections to the deaths in the Hotel, but I'm not sure. Can you look something up for me?"
"Sure, what is it." He heard Lin beginning to type on the other side.
"His name is Nathan Marksmen. He was in charge of the construction of the Hotel Stirling. I think he is linked to the events happening there." After a moment of silence, Lin spoke up.
"Yea, Nathan Marksmen. Died at fifty-five with his wife, Beatrice Marksmen. They had three children, two daughters and a son. But it looks like the one daughter, Angela went missing at the age on nineteen."
"That's good." Yasuhara said, sounding excited.
"Excuse me?" Lin sounded slightly offended.
"Oh that's not what I meant and you know it. But I know what's linking the deaths. Its the wife, Beatrice Marksmen."
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