Author: Soooo sorry for the wait, had some serious computer problems. I somewhat got it situated, but as far as I can tell I'm going to have to get a new computer soon! N E ways, thought pretty long and hard on what I wanted to do this with this chapter, so here is what I've come up with. ^_^ Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own SM
Serena walked upstairs and went into her room where she spotted her sister sitting on her bed and twiddling her thumbs as she stared blankly at the floor. The short haired blonde raised her head as she heard the bedroom close and stared at her sister with an unreadable expression upon her face.
"You tell them?"
Serena slowly nodded. "Yes."
Amara broke her gaze from Serena with a sigh. "What did they say?"
"Nothing really." Serena walked across the room and sat down beside her sister. "They just asked what happened and they seemed to be really upset about it. Ken started pacing the kitchen and Elaine looked like she was about to cry. When I was done, Elaine told me to go to upstairs…"
Amara frowned slightly. "What do you think they're going to do?"
Serena shrugged her shoulders, lying back on her bed. "I don't know…whatever it is; I hope it keeps Dad away from us."
"I guess we will have to wait and see…" muttered Amara darkly.
"Yeah…" muttered Serena before turning her head towards her bedroom window when she heard something outside. Making her way to the window, she pushed the blinds back, arching a brow as she spotted both Setsuna's and A.J's vehicles in their driveway.
"What is Setsuna and Andrew's dad doing here?" questioned the small blonde.
Amara shook her head, lying back heavily on the bed and staring unseeingly upon the ceiling. "Probably here to talk to Elaine and Ken about what happened today…probably going to talk to you too."
"Me?" squeaked Serena as her eyes widened abnormally large.
Amara nodded . "Yep, they're going to want to talk to you because you're the one that saw Dad."
The small blonde frowned slightly, eyes turning back towards the window, watching as A.J and Setsuna as they began heading towards the front door.
"I really don't want to talk about it anymore."
The young tomboy shrugged her shoulders. "Too late now, you already opened your mouth. Now you have to deal with."
Serena glared at her sister than sighed heavily, wondering if she did the right thing.
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Setsuna pushed the doorbell to the Tsukino household, trying to straighten her outfit and straighten up the papers that were wildly hanging out of a manila folder in her hand. The door suddenly opened and a disheveled Elaine appeared in the doorway, a small smile upon her face.
"Hey, come on in."
Setsuna nodded, stepping into the house, A.J following behind her. The social worker spotted Ken pacing the living room as he gave A.J and herself a quick glance, before chewing on his fingernails.
Elaine closed the front door behind them, eyes falling upon her husband. "Ken, please sit down." She then turned her gaze upon Setsuna and A.J. "Please take a seat and help yourselves to some tea and cookies." She replied, ushering them to a seat and showing them the tray of cookies and tea on the coffee table.
Setsuna cleared her throat as she took a seat, with A.J sitting beside her. "So, tell me what happened." She replied, while helping herself to some tea.
Elaine and Ken sat down across from them and Elaine scooted up in her seat to respond. "Serena and I went to the baby store downtown. We were looking for some clothes and Serena had asked if she could look at some toys and I told her that she could and that I would join her as soon as I was done looking at the clothes. Not too long after she left, I saw a crowd of people running towards the toy section of the store and then I heard a loud scream. Being that I knew that Serena was over there, I quickly headed over there. The toy section was so packed, that I couldn't get through…than out of nowhere I felt somewhere grab a hold of my waist…and when I looked down, it was Serena."
Elaine sighed heavily and Ken rubbed his wife's back comfortingly, giving her a reassuring smile. The lavender haired woman returned the smile and than casted her eyes up at her two guests. "She was as pale as a ghost…her eyes were wild and delirious and she had blood trailing down the side of the mouth." Elaine swallowed deeply as the image of her foster daughter's terrified expression marring her features. "She said that she wanted to leave and had refused to say anything else until Amara came home. She all of a sudden came downstairs and told us that her father was in the store and tried to snatch her up. She said that an older woman had spotted them and started to hit him with her purse and that was when Serena escaped and found me."
Setsuna chewed on the end of her pen as she listened to the nurse explain what had happened. Sighing heavily with a shake of the head, she placed her cup of tea down and leaned back in her seat.
"I knew that this may happen one day…I just didn't expect it to be so soon."
Ken suddenly stopped chewing in his fingernails and looked upon the social working questioningly. "So what are we going to do now…I mean…he found them."
"That he did." Muttered Setsuna lowly, furrowing her brows in deep thought. "Though, I want to know how he found them. This case was supposed to be kept low key because of the situation of the case. How did he know you would be at that particular store?"
"Maybe he was already in there before Serena and I entered the store." replied Elaine.
"It was a baby store, he wouldn't just be in their hanging around." stated A.J. as he scratched at his chin as he pondered over Setsuna's questions. "He must have followed you from somewhere."
Elaine furrowed her brow. "Serena and I left straight from home."
Setsuna and A.J. narrowed her eye as the social worker began to speak. "You made no other pit stops? You went to that baby store directly from here?"
At Elaine's nod, Setsuna and A.J. glanced at each other worriedly, causing Ken to frown deeply. "What's wrong?" questioned the mechanic.
"He must have followed you from here." Spoke A.J. softly.
At this, both Elaine's and Ken's eyes widened in horror. "How the fuck does he know where we leave?" shouted Ken as he abruptly stood to his feet and began to space the living room like before the guests had arrived.
"I don't know." replied Setsuna with a small shake of the head, and then turned to look upon A.J. "We need to take drastic measures. "
Elaine arched a brow as A.J. nodded in agreement. "What do you mean by drastic measures?"
A.J. sighed. "Being that the girls' father may know where they live, we need to become extremely cautious. I want you guys on watch."
"On watch…as in having the police watch our house?" questioned Ken.
A.J. nodded. "Yes, they will watch your house, escort you to and from work and take the girl to and from school…pretty much from here on out you will have a police officer nearby."
"That seems to be extremely drastic." muttered Elaine.
"It is, but it needs to be done to assure the girls' safety." replied Setsuna, taking another sip of tea. "As well as yours."
"I understand that…but do you honestly think he will try again? "
"Yes I do believe he will come back and it will be worse than trying to snatch them up at a store." A.J. sighed heavily. "We are dealing with a drug crazed maniac with a bad history and we have to be on our toes. I don't want to scare you but this is now a matter of life and death."
Setsuna nodded in agreement. "We will have this set up to start tomorrow and I will call you in the morning to finalize what the game plan is. Though, I would like to talk to Serena before we head out. "
"Yes, if Serena can confirm that it was her father than I will contact the news stations and inform them of what happened and have them post Wallace's picture on the news. He will be placed on the most wanted list; we have to catch him as soon as possible."
Elaine nodded and stood to go and quickly retrieve the small blonde. Within a few short moments, the duo entered the room and Serena took a seat in between her foster her parents. She grinned up at Setsuna, although she shifted slightly wanting to get this over with.
Setsuna returned the smile, as she spotted the girl withering in anxiousness. "How are you doing Serena?"
"I'm doing good Setsuna!"
"That's good…now you know why we want to talk to you right?"
Serena's bright smile fell into a slight frown. "You want to know what happened today."
"Correct." replied Setsuna as she took another small sip from her tea. "Please tell me everything that happened today?"
The small blonde nodded, telling Setsuna everything that happened, from the moment she left Elaine's side, down to when the women were beating her father senseless with their purses. Once the blonde was finished A.J. leaned forward, placing his own cup of tea down on the coffee table.
"Now are you absolutely positive that it was your father?"
Serena nodded her head. "Yes, I'm sure."
A.J. smiled. "Good, that's all I needed to know."
Elaine stood, ushering Serena up the stairs as A.J. and Setsuna stood in unison and retrieved all of their belongings. They both shook Ken's hand as Elaine made her way backing in the living to stand beside her husband and they walked their guests towards the front door.
"I'll be contacting the news stations soon and there will be a police officer outside your home first thing in the morning." Replied A.J, giving Ken one last handshake.
"If anything else happens, don't hesitate to give me a call." replied Setsuna. Both Elaine and Ken nodded and bid the social worker and police officer farewell before silently closing the door behind them.
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Alan smiled softly as he delicately polished his beloved flute, then placed the pieces back together. Once he was finished, he placed the instrument within its case and was about to close the lid when he heard his office door creak open. Turning, he spotted his wife standing in the doorway, eyes as wide as saucers and skin as pale as a ghost.
Furrowing his brows, Alan quickly made his way towards his wife, pulling her into a tight embrace.
"What's the matter?"
Anne swallowed deeply. "Wallace is in trouble."
Alan arched a brow, completely taken aback by what she had said. "What do you mean Wallace is in trouble?"
"I was just watching the news and there was an incident down at the Babies R Us in downtown. Some guy was trying to abduct a 7 year old little girl. "Anne paused, chewing on her bottom lip. "Their main suspect is Wallace…his picture is all over the television."
"Are you fucking kidding me!" shouted Alan in a mixture of anger and shock. "Why the hell would he try to abduct a child?"
"Think about it." replied Anne. She suddenly shook her head as her husband stared down at her dumbly.
"Don't you find it weird that his kids are nowhere to be seen? That he is staying here and not at home all of a suddedn; he came to our home with a bullet in his stomach! I think that child he tried to abduct was one of his daughters."
Alan sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Well…if all of this is true, then Wallace cannot stay here. We don't need any drama in our lives…we are trying to build a family; we don't need this."
"I agree." said Anne, looking up at her husband. Just as she was about to saying something else, they heard the front door of their home open and slam shut. Anne shifted a nervous gaze upon her husband, and Alan placed a reassuring hand upon the woman's shoulder, flashing her a warm smile.
"I will handle everything, come on."
Anne slowly nodded, though she had a very unsettling feeling welling up in the pit of her stomach. Ignoring the sensation, she silently followed after her husband as he exited the room and began to descend down the stairs.
Upon descending down the stair way, Alan arched a brow as his long time friend came into view and he eyed the Gucci symbol welts stamped on Wallace's battered face. Biting back a laugh, he stepped off the last step, folding his arms across his chest.
"Man…what the hell happened to your face?"
Wallace scowled, running his grimy fingers through his shaggy dirty blonde locks. "Don't worry about it."
Alan frowned slightly, sneaking a quick glance at his wife whom was silently scrutinizing the ex-drug lord's posture. Turning back to his friend, Alan cleared his throat lightly.
"Come upstairs Wallace, I need to talk to you."
Wallace arched a brow at Alan's retreating form than shifted his gaze towards Anne. He frowned, not liking the way the woman was eyeing him, though he proceeded to follow after his friend in curiosity. He followed the man up the stairs and entered Alan's music room/office and he watched as his friend began to pace in front of him, staring at nothing in particular.
Wallace got the feeling that he wasn't going to like this conversation and gritted his teeth in slight irritation. He already had enough problems to deal with; he didn't want to add anything else to his already overflowing plate of bad deeds.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" came Wallace's gruff reply.
Alan stopped pacing and buried his hands deep within the front pockets of his slacks. "What kind of trouble are you in?"
Wallace's misty green eyes widen in surprise, before they narrowed dangerously close. "What the fuck kind of question is that? I'm not in any kind of trouble!"
Alan frowned deeply, his posture tensing slightly at his friend's bold faced lie. "You're all over the damn news man for attempting to kidnap a child! Then you walk in here beat the hell up with friggin' Gucci symbols stamped all over your face. What the fuck are you doing?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" yelled Wallace as a million and one thoughts were flowing through his mind. His face was posted all over the fucking news, people were looking for him, he had to get the hell out of here!
Alan placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, though Wallace jumped back from the touch, slapping his friend's hand away from him as if he had been burned.
"Don't fucking touch me!" snapped the disgruntled man.
Alan threw his hands up defensively. "Whoa man, I'm trust trying to help. Talk to me…is this about Serena and Amara…or maybe Ellen?"
Wallace's head snapped up, a crazed wild expression held in his eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Wallace took a menacing step forwards and shoved Alan back hard, causing the man to stumble back, tripping over his own two feet and colliding heavily to the floor.
"Who the fuck have you been talking to!" shouted Wallace, eyes looking around him wildly before they fell upon the well polished flute.
Alan stared up at his friend with wide startled eyes and fear clearly apparent in his voice. "I don't know anything and I haven't been talking to anyone. I'm just asking! They said you were trying to kidnap a kid…was it one of the girls you were trying to get back?"
Wallace casted dark eyes upon his friend and sneered at him. "You're trying to get me caught…I'm not telling you anything mother fucker!"
"I'm trying to get you help Wallace!"
Wallace looked down at him appalled. "Help? I don't need any fucking help." The drug addict shook his head incredulously.
"What…you think you're better than me now?"
It was Alan's turned to look appalled. "No I don't think that!"
Wallace chuckled, with a slight shake of his head. "It wasn't long a got you were buying from me…and now that you've gone thru rehab and walking around like you've never tried to sell your soul to the devil for some crack rocks…you think I'm in need of help?"
Wallace gave a dry chuckle, glaring down at Alan's terrified form. "It's time for me to bring you down a notch you Bastard!" shouted Wallace and before Alan could react, the ex-drug lord had grabbed a hold of his flute and had brought it crashing down upon the top of his head.
Alan fell flat on his back, grabbing at his head, his hands immediately becoming soaked with blood. With his heart pounding heavily against his ribcage, Alan tried to scoot himself away from Wallace as the man slowly stalked his was in front of him, holding his now bloodied flute above his head.
"Wallace please…I'm just trying to help you. I swear!"
Wallace snickered, clenching the flute more tightly in his hand. "The only one that is in any need of help is you." Wallace grinned as his friend's eyes widened in horror as he brought the flute down and repetitively beat the musician in the head with his own instrument.
The shaggy blonde haired man loved every moment of feeling his friend's skull breaking with every strike he made, the blood painting his face and the room as it splattered in all directions. Finally stopping, Wallace looked down at his handy work, Alan's face bashed in beyond recognition, body completely drenched in its own blood.
Wallace just couldn't stopped the laughter that erupted from him.
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Anne jumped startled as she heard the shouts coming from upstairs, followed by a loud thump. Swallowing down her fear, Anne slowly began to walk towards the stairway and began to slowly ascend them. Her mind was screaming at her to turn away and to run and find help, though her body kept moving robotically up the stairway, her heart pounding in her chest.
The silence was unnerving her and she wished she could hear her husband say something, or even Wallace at least. Nearing the door way, she took a deep breath and stepped towards her husband's music room/office and her eyes widened in horror, seeing her husband in a bloody mess on the floor. Her gaze than shifted towards Wallace as the man was standing before his former friend, blood coated Flute clenched in his hand, and the eeriest smile on his face.
Without thinking, she screamed out her husband's name and quickly darted into the room to see if he was still alive. Though, she never reached her husband's side as she felt a powerful blow come to this side of her head. Her body fell heavily to the floor as she grabbed at her throbbing head, trying to clear her blurry vision. When her eyes focused once more, Wallace was standing over her with a dark gleam in his eyes as he suddenly reached down and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her effortlessly.
Drawing the woman closer to his face, Wallace smirked as he dropped the now broken flute carelessly to the floor and trailed his now free hand down the side of Anne's rapidly paling face.
"You're so fucking beautiful." whispered Wallace huskily.
Anne hawked and spit in the murder's face. "You fucking monster!"
Wallace's grin only widened as he suddenly reared his fist back and stuck Anne clearly in her face. "You have no idea." He growled before dragging the now kicking and screaming woman towards her bedroom.
Author: Well that's all for now I hope you enjoyed ^_^ Don't forget to review and let me know what you think!