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-theladyoflorraine
Part Two
Brian
"What do you mean she never came home? Did you check the detention hall? Extra
help? Where could she be?" Piper wailed into the phone.
Her second oldest daughter had gone missing the day before, and no one knew
where she was. She had disappered right after first period.
"Yes, we will inspector, thank you." Piper hung up the phone. Up until now she
would have said any of her children could take on anyhing. Except Cassandra.
Cassandra was the most irresponsible of the four children and was almost never
to be depended upon. Piper wished she could say, quite confindently, like any
normal mother that her child had been kidnapped. But she couldn't. Cassandra was
probaly at the mercy of some demon, or warlock, in a whole galaxy. She might
never be found, or heard from again. Normal parents could at least find a body.
This was where unsolved mysteries came from. Her world. Cassandra's world. The
world of witches, warlocks and ghouls of all sorts. Only a few knew that.
The phone rang. "Yes?" answered Piper quickly.
"We found her." came the voice of the inspecter. "We can get her to your house
in about an hour."
"Where was she,? Is she alive, hurt? What happened? Did you catch who did it?"
Piper asked the reciver anxiously.
"She was found in the school basment. There are no suspects at this time. I
don't wish to speak of you daugters conditions on the phone."
"Of course, officer." answered Piper, setting the phone in it's hook. She then
did a thing very unlike herself anymore. She sat on a chair, lay her head in her hands
and cryed.
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Brian was worried. He had seen his sister, in fact he had been the one to find
her. She had been hidden in the school basment, under the stairwell. She had her
eyes closed and was white as death. At first Brian had thought her dead, but
then she had screamed. She had screamed with so much horror he was scared to go
near her. It was not one of those screams you hear when someone sees a mouse. It
was the scream of one who is slowly dying, or seeing a loved one die.
"What's wrong with her mom? Is she going to be alright? Who got to her? WHY
CAN"T YOU FIX IT? WHY CAN"T I FIX IT?" Cassandra was his favorite sister. The
only sister he had ever really gotten close to. Leonora was always to busy being
a snob to help anyone but her self, and Melinda was too confident, too mature,
too deep to let anyone see her true self, exept for a select few people.
Cassandra was different then the others. She made every other guy at school
envious, even if Melinda was prettier. She had a sparkle, a shine. She could be
a bit of a snob, but she could also be the most wonderful, life loving person,
that Brian had ever met. She was his savior.
If they ever had to pick a hero he would pick her. And now, thanks to a demon,
or warlock of some sort, she was half dead and raving, yet some how asleep in
her room upstairs.
Cassandra was in a sleep so deep, no one could penetrate it. She would scream,
and cry and make terrible gestures, but no one could help her. No one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Cassandra was safe, for a moment. She knew it woulden't last long. It never
did. She felt she had lived a thousand years in that one tiny black pit that held
so much horror, and death.
A man walked out of the sadows.
"Have you had enough? Have you? Are you finily going to kill me or is it
someone else your planing to kill?" she screamed at him.
"Kill you? Why, that would be terribly rude, to kill a guest. I think you shoud
spend more time with you horrors." repiled he.
What she saw next was enough to scar her for life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Leonora was sad. Not incredilby sad, like if the little witch had died. No ,she
was sad because there was no one to bother any more. Cassandra had so many buttons, all
waiting to be pushed. It was almost too easy.
Brian knew what she was thinking. He could feel the hatred coming off of her
whenever she and Cassandra where in the same room. She was jealous, of Cassandra's beauty, of her popularity. Of her.
At that moment Brian despised Leonora. She was sad. She was sad, when she should
be so depressed she could barely breathe.
He had to get out of there. Out of that house. Away from his wreck of a mother,
from his horrible sister. And most of all away from the empty shell of Cassandra, that was upstairs, screaming for someone to kill her at that very moment.
"I'll be back at ten, see ya." he called to the house in general.
"Where are you going?" his father called after him.
"Anywhere" he muttered.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"And who might you be, handsome?" asked the women in the table beside him. Brian
was in a restaurant on the other side of town. He forgot the name.
"My name's Brian, Brian Waytt." he answered. He could take care of himself.
"Well, Brian, do you want to go somewhere, with me, alone?" she asked, sliding
into the seat next to him.
"Sure" he whispered in his huskiest voice. He'd been a player for years now. He
was fifteen after all.
When they got into the closet at the back of the reasteraunt, the woman leaned
in closer to him. "I have an idea. How about we go somewhere even more secluded." He looked at her face. It was a horrifing sight.
He would have bolted, but she clung to his wrist tightly. He found himself falling into a pit. A pit he had nightmares about.
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Read Part Three As Soon As I Get Some Reviews
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-theladyoflorraine
Part Two
Brian
"What do you mean she never came home? Did you check the detention hall? Extra
help? Where could she be?" Piper wailed into the phone.
Her second oldest daughter had gone missing the day before, and no one knew
where she was. She had disappered right after first period.
"Yes, we will inspector, thank you." Piper hung up the phone. Up until now she
would have said any of her children could take on anyhing. Except Cassandra.
Cassandra was the most irresponsible of the four children and was almost never
to be depended upon. Piper wished she could say, quite confindently, like any
normal mother that her child had been kidnapped. But she couldn't. Cassandra was
probaly at the mercy of some demon, or warlock, in a whole galaxy. She might
never be found, or heard from again. Normal parents could at least find a body.
This was where unsolved mysteries came from. Her world. Cassandra's world. The
world of witches, warlocks and ghouls of all sorts. Only a few knew that.
The phone rang. "Yes?" answered Piper quickly.
"We found her." came the voice of the inspecter. "We can get her to your house
in about an hour."
"Where was she,? Is she alive, hurt? What happened? Did you catch who did it?"
Piper asked the reciver anxiously.
"She was found in the school basment. There are no suspects at this time. I
don't wish to speak of you daugters conditions on the phone."
"Of course, officer." answered Piper, setting the phone in it's hook. She then
did a thing very unlike herself anymore. She sat on a chair, lay her head in her hands
and cryed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Brian was worried. He had seen his sister, in fact he had been the one to find
her. She had been hidden in the school basment, under the stairwell. She had her
eyes closed and was white as death. At first Brian had thought her dead, but
then she had screamed. She had screamed with so much horror he was scared to go
near her. It was not one of those screams you hear when someone sees a mouse. It
was the scream of one who is slowly dying, or seeing a loved one die.
"What's wrong with her mom? Is she going to be alright? Who got to her? WHY
CAN"T YOU FIX IT? WHY CAN"T I FIX IT?" Cassandra was his favorite sister. The
only sister he had ever really gotten close to. Leonora was always to busy being
a snob to help anyone but her self, and Melinda was too confident, too mature,
too deep to let anyone see her true self, exept for a select few people.
Cassandra was different then the others. She made every other guy at school
envious, even if Melinda was prettier. She had a sparkle, a shine. She could be
a bit of a snob, but she could also be the most wonderful, life loving person,
that Brian had ever met. She was his savior.
If they ever had to pick a hero he would pick her. And now, thanks to a demon,
or warlock of some sort, she was half dead and raving, yet some how asleep in
her room upstairs.
Cassandra was in a sleep so deep, no one could penetrate it. She would scream,
and cry and make terrible gestures, but no one could help her. No one.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Cassandra was safe, for a moment. She knew it woulden't last long. It never
did. She felt she had lived a thousand years in that one tiny black pit that held
so much horror, and death.
A man walked out of the sadows.
"Have you had enough? Have you? Are you finily going to kill me or is it
someone else your planing to kill?" she screamed at him.
"Kill you? Why, that would be terribly rude, to kill a guest. I think you shoud
spend more time with you horrors." repiled he.
What she saw next was enough to scar her for life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Leonora was sad. Not incredilby sad, like if the little witch had died. No ,she
was sad because there was no one to bother any more. Cassandra had so many buttons, all
waiting to be pushed. It was almost too easy.
Brian knew what she was thinking. He could feel the hatred coming off of her
whenever she and Cassandra where in the same room. She was jealous, of Cassandra's beauty, of her popularity. Of her.
At that moment Brian despised Leonora. She was sad. She was sad, when she should
be so depressed she could barely breathe.
He had to get out of there. Out of that house. Away from his wreck of a mother,
from his horrible sister. And most of all away from the empty shell of Cassandra, that was upstairs, screaming for someone to kill her at that very moment.
"I'll be back at ten, see ya." he called to the house in general.
"Where are you going?" his father called after him.
"Anywhere" he muttered.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"And who might you be, handsome?" asked the women in the table beside him. Brian
was in a restaurant on the other side of town. He forgot the name.
"My name's Brian, Brian Waytt." he answered. He could take care of himself.
"Well, Brian, do you want to go somewhere, with me, alone?" she asked, sliding
into the seat next to him.
"Sure" he whispered in his huskiest voice. He'd been a player for years now. He
was fifteen after all.
When they got into the closet at the back of the reasteraunt, the woman leaned
in closer to him. "I have an idea. How about we go somewhere even more secluded." He looked at her face. It was a horrifing sight.
He would have bolted, but she clung to his wrist tightly. He found himself falling into a pit. A pit he had nightmares about.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Read Part Three As Soon As I Get Some Reviews
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