Mother Dearest
A Batman Beyond FanFiction
Written by: Celestial Moon
E-Mail: ArmaniGirlAX@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Terry McGinnis. This story is purely fictional. Some of the characters are my own, etc etc. This is just for the enjoyment of all of you. Please leave some feedback :D
Part 8
Wednesday 10:20 PM
McGinnis Residence
Terry inserted his key into the door and opened it. The entire apartment was dark, for a change. He turned on the hallway light and closed the door behind him. It was unlikely that his mother and brother had gone out, but just the same, he would check the message board in the kitchen.
He turned on the light in the kitchen and saw that there indeed was a piece of notepaper tacked to the board. Terry walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the last carton of Orange Juice. He was exhausted. After leaving the Wu's, Terry had reported back to Wayne Mansion to speak to Bruce. Still, there were no leads.
Terry wandered back to the board and pulled the paper off.
Terry,
Matt's sleeping over at Danny's house tonight so I'm going to send him there. I'll be back later tonight after the night shift. There is leftover Chinese food in the fridge if you're hungry. I'm sorry about today.
Mom.
Terry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He held the carton in his right hand and the note in the left.
"I'm sorry too."
Three words rarely uttered from his mouth in this household... Terry knew that he wasn't being a good son, yet his pride prevented him from apologizing. He made a resolution to apologize in the morning. Right now all he had in mind was an engagement with his bed.
Thursday 1:24 AM
McGinnis Residence
Terry awoke with a start. He groaned and leaned over to check his clock. It was 1:24 AM. His mother should have arrived home two hours ago.
His throat felt like sandpaper.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. He needed a drink. Badly.
He stumbled to his door and opened it. The apartment was still dark. His mother must have gone to sleep. Yawning, he found his way to the kitchen and found a mug. He turned on the faucet and filled the mug to the top with water.
His eyes were still slowly adjusting to the light in the kitchen. He looked around. Something, somehow, didn't seem right.
The carton stood on the counter. The note was still lying on the stove where Terry had placed it, not that it was the safest place in the world to put a piece of paper. Nothing seemed out of place, but Terry couldn't help feel weird.
His eyes wandered back to the half empty carton of Orange Juice, then to the refrigerator; back to the carton of juice.
That was it.
The kitchen looked as if no one had been there besides Terry. He doubted that his mother would ever leave a carton of juice to stand outside, no matter how tired he was. That only meant...
Terry ignored the shards of glass that had formed when the mug slipped from his limp fingers as he burst through the kitchen door and down the hall. He threw open the last door, expecting to see his mother sleeping comfortably in her bed.
It was empty.
The room was spotless, the bed perfectly made. With a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that his mother never returned last night. It couldn't be. He ran to his room and pulled out his backpack from under his bed. It was time.
Thursday 1:40 AM
Gotham City
"Could she be the next victim?"
"Yes." The old man sounded tired.
Batman flew through the empty streets of Gotham, desperately searching for something. He didn't know what he was looking for, but the anxiety in his chest was growing by the minute.
"Terry, why don't you stay the night here? Take off tomorrow from school. I think this calls for an emergency."
Thursday 3:15 PM
Wayne Mansion
Upstairs
Terry woke up in one of the numerous rooms in the house. He had scouted the city the entire night, arriving at the mansion as the sun was rising. The anxiety that he had previously felt was replaced with pure black fear. He sat up in the bed and placed his head in his hands, trying to will his throbbing headache away.
He looked up. Wayne was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring at Terry. Ace sat next to him on the floor.
"Nothing in the papers yet."
"That's good... I think," Terry said softly.
"I think you have time. Three days until Sunday." Bruce didn't elaborate, but Terry knew what he meant. "Any leads?"
"No..." Terry paused, recalling the previous night. "I did find out one thing though..."
"What is it?"
"Christina's mother was just promoted. They were about to move to Metropolis."
Mr. Wayne remained silent, leaning his body on the cane. His eyes stared straight ahead, registering nothing.
"I really don't think that her job is related to this case at all." Bruce slowly stood up and walked out of the room. "You have a long day ahead of you."
Ace followed Mr. Wayne out of the room, leaving Terry alone with his thoughts. With a sigh, Terry threw off the covers and stood up. He really did have a long day ahead of him.
A Batman Beyond FanFiction
Written by: Celestial Moon
E-Mail: ArmaniGirlAX@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own Terry McGinnis. This story is purely fictional. Some of the characters are my own, etc etc. This is just for the enjoyment of all of you. Please leave some feedback :D
Part 8
Wednesday 10:20 PM
McGinnis Residence
Terry inserted his key into the door and opened it. The entire apartment was dark, for a change. He turned on the hallway light and closed the door behind him. It was unlikely that his mother and brother had gone out, but just the same, he would check the message board in the kitchen.
He turned on the light in the kitchen and saw that there indeed was a piece of notepaper tacked to the board. Terry walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the last carton of Orange Juice. He was exhausted. After leaving the Wu's, Terry had reported back to Wayne Mansion to speak to Bruce. Still, there were no leads.
Terry wandered back to the board and pulled the paper off.
Terry,
Matt's sleeping over at Danny's house tonight so I'm going to send him there. I'll be back later tonight after the night shift. There is leftover Chinese food in the fridge if you're hungry. I'm sorry about today.
Mom.
Terry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He held the carton in his right hand and the note in the left.
"I'm sorry too."
Three words rarely uttered from his mouth in this household... Terry knew that he wasn't being a good son, yet his pride prevented him from apologizing. He made a resolution to apologize in the morning. Right now all he had in mind was an engagement with his bed.
Thursday 1:24 AM
McGinnis Residence
Terry awoke with a start. He groaned and leaned over to check his clock. It was 1:24 AM. His mother should have arrived home two hours ago.
His throat felt like sandpaper.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. He needed a drink. Badly.
He stumbled to his door and opened it. The apartment was still dark. His mother must have gone to sleep. Yawning, he found his way to the kitchen and found a mug. He turned on the faucet and filled the mug to the top with water.
His eyes were still slowly adjusting to the light in the kitchen. He looked around. Something, somehow, didn't seem right.
The carton stood on the counter. The note was still lying on the stove where Terry had placed it, not that it was the safest place in the world to put a piece of paper. Nothing seemed out of place, but Terry couldn't help feel weird.
His eyes wandered back to the half empty carton of Orange Juice, then to the refrigerator; back to the carton of juice.
That was it.
The kitchen looked as if no one had been there besides Terry. He doubted that his mother would ever leave a carton of juice to stand outside, no matter how tired he was. That only meant...
Terry ignored the shards of glass that had formed when the mug slipped from his limp fingers as he burst through the kitchen door and down the hall. He threw open the last door, expecting to see his mother sleeping comfortably in her bed.
It was empty.
The room was spotless, the bed perfectly made. With a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that his mother never returned last night. It couldn't be. He ran to his room and pulled out his backpack from under his bed. It was time.
Thursday 1:40 AM
Gotham City
"Could she be the next victim?"
"Yes." The old man sounded tired.
Batman flew through the empty streets of Gotham, desperately searching for something. He didn't know what he was looking for, but the anxiety in his chest was growing by the minute.
"Terry, why don't you stay the night here? Take off tomorrow from school. I think this calls for an emergency."
Thursday 3:15 PM
Wayne Mansion
Upstairs
Terry woke up in one of the numerous rooms in the house. He had scouted the city the entire night, arriving at the mansion as the sun was rising. The anxiety that he had previously felt was replaced with pure black fear. He sat up in the bed and placed his head in his hands, trying to will his throbbing headache away.
He looked up. Wayne was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring at Terry. Ace sat next to him on the floor.
"Nothing in the papers yet."
"That's good... I think," Terry said softly.
"I think you have time. Three days until Sunday." Bruce didn't elaborate, but Terry knew what he meant. "Any leads?"
"No..." Terry paused, recalling the previous night. "I did find out one thing though..."
"What is it?"
"Christina's mother was just promoted. They were about to move to Metropolis."
Mr. Wayne remained silent, leaning his body on the cane. His eyes stared straight ahead, registering nothing.
"I really don't think that her job is related to this case at all." Bruce slowly stood up and walked out of the room. "You have a long day ahead of you."
Ace followed Mr. Wayne out of the room, leaving Terry alone with his thoughts. With a sigh, Terry threw off the covers and stood up. He really did have a long day ahead of him.
