"Turn left," Liz directed. "Now another left."
"Wow," Jonas commented, looking around the dark cemetery they were currently driving slowly through. "She's way in the back isn't she?"
"It's not like we wanted her to be," Liz mumbled, a little sadly. She couldn't help it. Her heart hurt, one because she missed her other half, and two because she hadn't been back there in quite some time.
"Sorry," Jonas tried to whisper back, but his words got muffled together when he noticed the pain in her face.
"It's up the hill and to the right," Liz told him after a minute of silence. So Jonas stopped the car and got out, then followed Liz up the dark and spooky hill to see her sister.
He saw what he expected to when they reached the top, only, there were two stones there. They both were grey, and round, just like regular toumbstones would be.
"That's Emmy," Liz pointed, and crossed her arms for comfort, partly because she was cold and partly because her soul felt cold.
"If...if you don't mind me asking," Jonas turned his head slightly, not wanting to insult her in any way. "How did she die?"
Liz carefully walked closer to the stone, taking deep breaths and taking in exactly what Jonas had said. She knew how she wanted to answer, but she couldn't get it out of her mouth.
Suddenly, Jonas watched as Liz bursted into sobs, catching him off guard. He didn't know what to do, and he felt insanly guilty, because he knew bringing her there was a huge mistake.
"S-she-she had a cold," she splurred out between sobs.
He took a step closer to her. "A cold?"
She shook her head the bast that she could while she cradled it in her fragile hands. "One day she was fine, then the next she was dead! I don't know how, or why, but she was fine then gone. Gone!"
"I'm sorry," he mubled into her hair after taking her into his arms and letting her cry. They stayed that that for a while, Jonas stroking her hair and Liz constantly wiping her eyes, as if the trail her tears made would stain her face forever. When she finally calmed down enough to be alert again, she let go of Jonas and bent down to read, for the thousandth time in her life, the etching on the stone.
Emma Grace Sutton
June 8-June 24
RIP
Beloved daughter, grandughter, friend
"See," Liz sniffled and pointed to the faded words. "They didn't even bother putting sister on there."
"I'm sorry," he mumbled again, hoping it would heal her. It didn't.
"She was mine too you know! She didn't just belong to them!" She cried, only this time with anger and hatred in her voice, as if she had just gotten into a fight.
"Shh, shh," Jonas cooed lightly in her ear and holding her close to him again. He didn't want to admit it, but he did it for selfish reasons. He knew she was strong, and could comfort herself, but he wanted an excuse to hold her, even if it was still their first date.
After another minute or two of calming down, they both pulled away and looked at the toumb again. And for the first time, Liz noticed the new one sitting next to it, about five feet away. Carefully, she stepped over to it, because the dirt was still fresh. She guessed this person had been burried within that week, just judging on the looks of the soil.
Cautiously, she looked down at the name, but could only make out four letters.
"Jonas?" She said to the boy, who was still staring at Emmy's grave.
"Ya?" He snapped out of his foggy mind and walked casually over to her.
"I can only read a P, a H, and two O's," she said as she squinted at the words, trying to get a better look.
He shrugged. "I have no idea why."
She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. "That's really weird, this looks like they were burried just recently, but the grave is so old."
...
Grant Newman sighed for what seemed like the hundreth time that night. Since Zach and Jonas were gone, he didn't want to go out by himself. He just knew he would do something stupid, and he didn't want to do that. What he wanted to do was go give Bex her phone back, but he knew he would look stupid if he did, it was a loss either way. So he stayed locked up in his small apartment, channel surfing and eating everything in sight.
He was in the middle of a really sappy movie when he suddenly got an idea. He would look up Bex Baxter in the CIA database, and see what she had been up to recently. She hadn't really told him much about herself the night before, except that she used to work for the CIA and now she worked for some fashion magazine he knew nothing about. He wanted to ask her all about herself, but he knew that would make him seem desperate. Hell no, he thought. So he grabbed his laptop and logged in.
Search: Bex Baxter
He waited, and waited, and waited for it to load. He thought it was strange that it was taking so long. I guess she just has a lot of files, he thought.
Bing his computer dinged when the loading bar was completly full.
"Alright," he chirped in excitement. Everything about this girl made his nerves shoot through the roof. Whether it was how she looked at him, or the way her hair swayed the cold November wind. He could tell just by looking that she was different, and special. That she would always surprise him with every mysterious turn.
So, to gain that adrenaline rush he so desperatly wanted whenever he thought of her, he clicked on the open button and began to read.
Name: Rebecca Baxter
Age: 22
Nationality: British
Location: Unknown
Marital Status: Unknown
Occupation: Unknown
Notes: Miss Baxter resigned from the CIA at age 20, due to theft and robbery of classified files.
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"Bill's eyes...they...they were dark blue," Cammie gasped again, in total shock as to what she had just found out.
"Excatly," Zach nodded.
"So she's..."
"Bill's kid," Zach finished after she trailed off. "And actually, his name isn't Bill. Its Marco, but he wanted to be known as something more...mysterious."
Cammie stared at him in confusion. "How do you know all of this?"
"Because I used to work with him," he confessed.
"Why?"
"My mother," he answered coldly and stared at the back of the seat in front of him.
"Wait," Cammie looked out the window at the clear blue sky and back at Zach again. "I thought she was dead?"
Zach ran a hand through his already messed up, but perfect, hair. "She is."
"Ok...then what does Bill or Marco or whoever he is have to do with you getting Isabella?"
Zach sighed. "He was my mother's top assistant, or assassin or advisor, I guess you could say. I have known him ever since he started the job when he was 20 and I was 10."
Cammie adjusted the baby in her lap, and focused on Zach again. She found it interesting how much she wanted to know about him. It wasn't like she knew much in the first place.
Suddenly, Zach reached over and took Isabella in his arms, watching her eyes droop once again. He smiled at Cammie lightly, and spoke to her, all the while looking at his new daughter.
"Marco was always really demanding, even towards my mom, and mostly to his wife, Elana. They got married young, because she was pregnant, but lost the baby, and after that all they did was fight. Her father wouldn't let them divorce, so they had to stay together, but they cheated on each other all the time. Elana was a field opperative, also working for my mother. He was in charge of my mom's security and she was in charge of the tracking," he paused, looking off into space, as if he were remembering everything about the doomed couple.
After regaining entrance into the real world, he continued. "God, they acted like they hated each other so much, but I always knew it was the love kind of hate. He was nicer to her after she found out she was going to have his kid..again. Anyways, she was killed during a mission two months after she had Isabella, and then my mom died three months ago, he hates my guts now."
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