So, before we start this next story Arc preview (I'll explain arcs in a minute), I just want to say something
Thank you all for bothering to read my story. I'm not good at writing, and all the support I Have gotten so far is really great.
I would also like to thank and give credit to one of my followers, Vanillapowpow
for giving me the idea for this next story Arc. Go check out their file. Give them a follow.
Anyways, now to story Arc explanation.
I originally didn't plan for this story to come out in arcs. But seeing how much support has come out. (And I don't just mean my fellow reviewers. I mean my friends and the people that privately message me too.) I decided to change that.
The last story Arc I just finished I'm calling, "The origin and new friends" Arc.
I also don't have time for an actual chapter right now, so here's like a trailer for the next Arc.
This new Arc is called, "Helping hand" Arc. You'll see why soon.
Anyways, enough Jibber jabber. On
No…
This can't be happening…
Not Again…
How did this happen?! I stare at the Lab in horror that I called my home. I just left her in the lab, fighting that thing.
No… I already lost one family to fire. I'm not losing it again. I charged toward the warewarehouse, as a section of the roof collapsed and a ball of smoke billowed out.
2 weeks earlier…
I yawned as I stretched on the cot. I sat up and looked at the cot. I Had woken up two hours early again. I had enough to look at the evidence I had.
I walked over to a little bulletin board I had. It had pictures of my dad, trigon labs articles, photocopies of the portrait of Markov, you name it. All of the facts I were sure of were connected by a red line of string and blue pins. The things I weren't sure of were connected by grey string and purple pins. And there were A LOT of those. My dad's involvement, The location of Trigon labs, and the picture of the two girls.
The girls I really weren't sure of. They had two lines of string going from this photo. One of them was connected to the white-haired girl, and that string connected to Libby. The other string was connected to the little brown haired girl, which was connected to a year book picture of Monika. I still wasn't sure if she was the other girl or not, even after that really weird dream about Monika and Libby…
I knew I wasn't going to get any answers unless I actually Talked to Monika about her involvement. But the last time I Tried to ask her something, she acted like something else completely over took her. It still really put me off how much they looked and acted alike, Her and Libby. But, I have to let that go. And, also, after seeing the eye on the portrait of Markov, I should've had known weird things would start too happen.
I decided. After the club, I was going to talk to Monika. Not about the whole Thing, with Libby, and Trigon Labs however. I'll get to know her a little, and let her trust me a little. Then I'll talk to her about Trigon Labs. Who knows, Maybe I'll learn why the world is glitching too. However, I still have to wait for afternoon.
After I ate, got dressed, and headed to the bus stop, I decided while I was waiting for the club meeting at the end of day, I would pursue Another lead I had. Mr. A. Yuri said the he was the one who gave her this book. If so, where did he get it? I looked it up online, and it wasn't for sale anywhere. Maybe he knows something about Trigon Labs. Or maybe… He's a part of the third eye cult himself.
When I Got to school, I headed to the library, and looked up Mr. A on the computer. The same old, Same old. Awards for excellence in teaching, Having a great background. I was going to give up before I puked all over his ego, when I noticed something Odd. The Articles about him- a lot of them didn't have the Author's names. And the ones that did, the names were fake. Trust me, I know about Fake names. I have one myself, Don't I? Whoever wrote these articles, they did a pretty dang good Job of making Mr. A look innocent
After the bell rings for first period, I grabbed all my stuff, and headed to my first class. This was the first time I was happy to go to English class. After the first few periods were over, it was finally English. Mr. A preached his bull crap about English class all over again. When class was over, I was the only student that stayed behind. I approached Mr. A. "Ah, if it isn't Pyro Tadashi. What do I owe the pleasure?" Mr. A muttered sarcastically. I reached in my bag, and pulled out the Portrait of Markov, and dropped it in front of Him. "Where Did you get this book?" I demanded him. He looked at, and became curious. "Didn't I give that Yuri Hamana?" he said, looking at me.
"Yes, and she let me borrow it. Now tell me, where did you get this book?" I said angrily. Mr. A raised his eyebrows. "That's no way to talk to a teacher." He remarked. "As for where I got it, I bought it at A yard sale." He said, sitting at his desk. "Then why Are all the articles about you Fake? Are actually apart of the cult of the third eye?" I demand. Mr. A jumped out of his seat. "One, how dare you accuse me of that. And two, how do You know About the articles?" Mr. A said nervously.
"Are you apart of the cult or not?" I said. He shook his head. "No, the reason those articles were fake… I Made them so I could teach here." Mr A said sheepishly. I groaned. Another dead end in my search. Oh, well, I still had time at the club too do it. I said goodbye to Mr. A, (Grudgingly) and left the room.
THIRD PERSON P.O.V
Mr. A watched Pyro leave the room. Then, when no one was watching, he pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a number. A muffled voice answered. "it's Me." Mr. A said. "Someone is on too us." He said into the phone. An outraged voice yelled on the other end. "Don't worry! It's none of your concern. It's just one of my annoying students." Mr. A said into the Phone.
A voice berated him. "Listen, who's the boss around here?" Mr. A said angrily into the Phone. An angry voice yelled back. "Yes, Yes I know it isn't me. But still, I'm second in command and You'll do what I say. We will continue the operation. We will get a fresh new supply of experiment subjects. AND We will recover Project: M. We already Have revived Project: L. Now we just need Her." Mr. A listened to the voice yell again. "You will do what I say, Is that clear?" Mr. A. said. The voice tried to argue. "I SAID, IS THAT CLEAR?" Mr. A yelled into the phone.
We hear a voice grudgingly Agree. "Good. And Don't worry, Soon, everyone will open their Eye." He said into the receiver. He was about to hang up, when he stopped. "Oh, On second thought? You know the student that's on to us? Get rid of him. He's useless and a nosy brat. I'll send you his photo." Mr. A hanged up, then stretched his arms. One of his long sleeve's fell down, revealing his left hand.
Stamped on it was a tattoo of a eye with a red X going through the middle, with a blue pupil.
