I'm really, really, really sorry it took me so long. I apologise. The summer was busy and I was more out of my place than in, so my computer got lonely. :P
I hope you didn't all forget what the story was all about, like some people I know…ahem…LOL!
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Y BlacK MagiC Y
Chapter Eight: Momentum
"COME ON! COME ON! HURRY UP LOGAN!!!" Max yelled to him, pacing the living room ready to leave to go look for Eileen.
"I'm doing my best okay? It wont be long…" Logan replied from his bedroom as he was getting dressed. Sure Max was fast in her movements, but being in a wheelchair, you can't just put your pants in 2 seconds.
Max took a deep breath and tried to not sound impatient. "I know but Eileen could be in danger and the more we wait, the more I get nervous abut this."
"I understand Max." Logan said. "I don't like it either." Max turned her head towards the voice, and saw that Logan had his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. She smiled.
"Told you it wasn't going to be long." He said with his most charming smile. Max smiled back.
"Yummy…" She said to herself -but out loud- while staring at him.
"What???" The surprise look of his face was priceless.
"Nothing sweetie, we have to go." Max answered knowing there were more important matters to do here.
"Sweetie?!!!" He said arching an eyebrow as he smiled to her.
"No time for small talk…Go! Go!" Ordered Max swallowing a laugh. And then, they left the apartment.
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Eileen's eyes opened widely when she saw the Asian man, Kim, pull the trigger. That's it, I'm going to die. She closed her eyes, and then felt the biggest pain she had ever felt in her life.
"AAAAaaaaahhhh.....!!!" She yelled. Opening her eyes, seeing that her right shoulder was very bloody. The pain was so intense she thought she was going to faint. Her strength took over and she looked him straight in the eyes and said firmly. "You broke my shoulder!"
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Said Jean Lacroix looking at Kim like it was such a shame he had missed her. "Kim, my friend, now why did you miss her? Now she'll have to bleed to death." And to that, he faced Eileen and smiled. "Remember that you can talk to me anytime you please, and after, we could help ease the pain. It's the deal." She then understood the plan hadn't been to kill her at all. Dear god… Eileen moaned from the pain. "What is it honey, are you hurt?" Lacroix said in a little voice, like the way you'd talk to a child. This was too much.
"Fuck you!" Eileen said through her teeth. To this point, she would have stood up, and strangled him.
"Such big words for a nun."
"I'm not a nun yet." She said, not feeling good about having said the word, but she wasn't exactly in a mood for nice words either.
"Yes, yes indeed. With your track record, I guess you shouldn't be either." He said to her.
"That is so low…even for you." Eileen had told him the truth about her past, and how she had had to steal from people to be able to eat before the sisters took her in.
"Well, we have a lot in common: we are both thieves."
"I'm not. Stealing bread to feed yourself is different then stealing millions and killing lives for it." He got a mickey out of his pocket and took a sip.
"Cheers." He said, full of irony. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him again.
"Get out of my face, I wont say a word." Eileen firmly said. This annoyed Lacroix, who took a few steps closer.
"We'll see." And to that, he dropped the whisky on her wound. Eileen screamed and then fell unconscious from the pain.
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Max and Logan got out of the car. They entered Metro Hospital and went to the admissions desk. You couldn't just walk in to ICU like that, you had to ask first.
At the desk was a girl. She was answering calls and painting her nails with and awful shade of pink. She looked like Dolly Parton. She wasn't wearing a lot of clothes, which was probably why all the men sitting in the waiting room were lurking at her. Max looked at Logan to see if she could figure out what he was thinking, but she saw that he was about to laugh. There was about 50 people sitting in the waiting room. She closed her bottle and hung up the telephone.
"What can I do for ya darlin'?" She said in a very heavy southern accent. There was a noise in the background, and the girl stood up. "Harry, I already told ya to go outside. It's not a freakin' hotel here!" She said to the young man who was visibly mentally disabled. It was apparent that he had Down's Syndrome. "Go outside and sit on your chair Harry, and I'll give you your lunch in a few minutes ok?" She smiled at him and went back to Max and Logan. "My brother…there was no one to take care of him this morning, but sometimes people are afraid of him, so I have to ask him to go out. But it's for no reasons actually, he wouldn't hurt a soul."
"Yes m'mam, yes m'mam. I'm going Franny." Harry said, looking down and heading for the front door. "Sitting out…out on my chair…yes ." He continued to talk to himself until he reached the doors.
"We are looking for a girl who may have come here a few minutes ago. Tall, red hair, green eyes. She was looking for Sister Madeleine." Max said to the girl.
"I don't recall seeing her." Franny said.
"Are you sure, because she was coming here." Logan replied back. "I'm sure of it."
"No. I would know, I was here all morning." She matter-of-factly said to them. "And so was Harry. He was on his chair just near the door, and he's good with observation. That boy just remember everything! He's wonderful." The girl wasn't very classy, but you could tell her heart was at the right place. "You can ask him if you want."
"Thank you." Logan said. And him and Max went out to talk to Harry, who was silently sitting and looking at the birds on a tree.
"Harry?" Max said gently to him, he looked at her, not sure to have the permission to talk to her. "Franny said I could ask you something about a girl who was probably here a few minutes ago."
"Okay." Harry answered, staring at Max, and then staring at his feet. He smiled shyly.
"Did you see a dark red hair girl." She sweetly asked Harry. "With green eyes this morning? Like a few minutes ago?"
"Dark red hair…" Harry started to moan, balancing himself on his chair. "Red hair…yes, weird eyes…two men…yes." Harry said.
"Two men were with her?" Logan asked.
"Yes…two men…one white and one hum…not white."
"His skin was sort of yellow Harry?"
"Yes, yes, yellow." Harry said.
"The artist." Max said to Logan, touching her wound.
"What else Harry? It's very important." Logan talked with a calm voice, but he started to get anxious over this.
"They…t…took her away…" Harry looked at the sky and laughed at the bird who was flying near by. "…church…" he continued. Max frowned.
"The church Harry?" She asked, thinking of the Jesus Church. "Did you heard them talk about the church? The Jesus Church? It's very important."
"The church…he said church…" Harry said stuttering, looking at Logan. "Church."
"Okay Harry, thank you. You've been *very* helpful." Logan said, knowing they couldn't get more out of him. But what they had was good for now. Harry smiled happily. "Come on Max, we'll go see if they' re at the Jesus church." There's nothing more to do here.
"Bye Harry." Max said to him. He smiled.
"Bye-Bye." He replied politely staring at his knees. "Old church."
Max and Logan went to the car, not talking, but both of them thinking the same thing: 'Why would they be at the Jesus Church?'
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It was dark, she almost couldn't see a thing, and it was very cold, and silent. Eileen tried to keep her eyes open, but it was hard to do. She was very tired, and the pain wasn't going to fade any time soon. She tried to reposition herself a bit and that's when she noticed she was no longer sitting on a chair. She was on the floor of the church, for what it was worth. It was more cement than anything else. She suddenly felt cold, and shivered.
"Hellooooooo???" Eileen risked to ask. Nobody answered. Damn those stupid excuse for the human race. She felt something smooth on her right cheek, and it was also making noises, like a squeak …ark! …sounded like a rat. "Great, now those fury things will eat me." She tried to move herself, in a way that she was able to sit up on her butt even with her hands tied behind her back. Her legs were also tied up. "If they think they'll end up with the money supposed to be for shelters, and for The Saint-Vincent de Paul's society, they are going to have to kill me before." She said out loud. "There you go Eileen, you are now talking to yourself. That's it, go on like that, it's the only way to stay sane." She looked at the ceiling when she felt a drop of water on her face. The roof had holes in it. And she could hear birds, and there were probably bats sleeping there too. "This was such a beautiful place before, now it's all ruins." She stared at the rat who was at her feet now. "Hey, you could try to get me out of here, huh?" Eileen said to the fur ball that was looking at her. It walked nearer, and then it started to gnaw her socks. "Yes, that's it, eat me you little stupid thing! Get OFF of me!!!" She kicked it and it ran away.
After a few minutes of moving herself, she was able to stand up. "How stupid are they to have let me like this?" The chair she was sitting on before was broken at her side. She didn't want to hurt herself more than she already was, but she wanted to be able to walk. Her hands were both joined on the back, so she started to play with the rope; it was too tight to loosen. ARK! With the last drops of energy she could muster she jumped little by little following the fur ball. "Hey! You! The fur ball! Don't go so fast! Don't you see I'm trying my best now?" Eileen said with effort. If she could have yelled at the rat, she would have, but the black mouse wouldn't have listened anyway. "You came from somewhere, right? Now lets see, Furby, if you can find the way out of here."
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Max and Logan were on their way to the Jesus Church when Max saw the asian man walking in the street on the other side of the road. "Him! That's the artist Logan!" She immediately hide herself from the man, almost jumping on Logan's lap in the process. "Fuck!"
"Calm down Max…he didn't see you." Logan answered, trying not to stare at the man and act as if he was only waiting for the green light -which he also was. "Don't move Max, he hadn't crossed the street yet.
"What is he waiting for?!" Max asked, her face on his lap.
"He's talking to a cell phone." Logan said. "Okay, now he's walking…" He smiled and said to Max. "You know * darling* that a cop better not come knocking at my window here, because we'd be in trouble…"
"Oh shut up Logan!!!" Max giggled. "Now lets find out where the man's going…"
"Yes m'mam." The light turned green, and Max began to straight up in her seat. "MAX! WATCH OUT!!!" He yelled to her. She instantly took the position she was in before.
"What?! Did he saw me? What's going on?" Max asked anxiously.
"Oh nothing…I just like you there on my lap." He mockingly said.
"You're dead." She replied, sitting back in her seat while Logan was having a good laugh.
TBC…..
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Give me reviews please. No reviews, no more chapters. Hehehe.
~Anna~
I hope you didn't all forget what the story was all about, like some people I know…ahem…LOL!
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Y BlacK MagiC Y
Chapter Eight: Momentum
"COME ON! COME ON! HURRY UP LOGAN!!!" Max yelled to him, pacing the living room ready to leave to go look for Eileen.
"I'm doing my best okay? It wont be long…" Logan replied from his bedroom as he was getting dressed. Sure Max was fast in her movements, but being in a wheelchair, you can't just put your pants in 2 seconds.
Max took a deep breath and tried to not sound impatient. "I know but Eileen could be in danger and the more we wait, the more I get nervous abut this."
"I understand Max." Logan said. "I don't like it either." Max turned her head towards the voice, and saw that Logan had his hand on the doorknob, ready to leave. She smiled.
"Told you it wasn't going to be long." He said with his most charming smile. Max smiled back.
"Yummy…" She said to herself -but out loud- while staring at him.
"What???" The surprise look of his face was priceless.
"Nothing sweetie, we have to go." Max answered knowing there were more important matters to do here.
"Sweetie?!!!" He said arching an eyebrow as he smiled to her.
"No time for small talk…Go! Go!" Ordered Max swallowing a laugh. And then, they left the apartment.
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Eileen's eyes opened widely when she saw the Asian man, Kim, pull the trigger. That's it, I'm going to die. She closed her eyes, and then felt the biggest pain she had ever felt in her life.
"AAAAaaaaahhhh.....!!!" She yelled. Opening her eyes, seeing that her right shoulder was very bloody. The pain was so intense she thought she was going to faint. Her strength took over and she looked him straight in the eyes and said firmly. "You broke my shoulder!"
"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Said Jean Lacroix looking at Kim like it was such a shame he had missed her. "Kim, my friend, now why did you miss her? Now she'll have to bleed to death." And to that, he faced Eileen and smiled. "Remember that you can talk to me anytime you please, and after, we could help ease the pain. It's the deal." She then understood the plan hadn't been to kill her at all. Dear god… Eileen moaned from the pain. "What is it honey, are you hurt?" Lacroix said in a little voice, like the way you'd talk to a child. This was too much.
"Fuck you!" Eileen said through her teeth. To this point, she would have stood up, and strangled him.
"Such big words for a nun."
"I'm not a nun yet." She said, not feeling good about having said the word, but she wasn't exactly in a mood for nice words either.
"Yes, yes indeed. With your track record, I guess you shouldn't be either." He said to her.
"That is so low…even for you." Eileen had told him the truth about her past, and how she had had to steal from people to be able to eat before the sisters took her in.
"Well, we have a lot in common: we are both thieves."
"I'm not. Stealing bread to feed yourself is different then stealing millions and killing lives for it." He got a mickey out of his pocket and took a sip.
"Cheers." He said, full of irony. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him again.
"Get out of my face, I wont say a word." Eileen firmly said. This annoyed Lacroix, who took a few steps closer.
"We'll see." And to that, he dropped the whisky on her wound. Eileen screamed and then fell unconscious from the pain.
*~*~*
Max and Logan got out of the car. They entered Metro Hospital and went to the admissions desk. You couldn't just walk in to ICU like that, you had to ask first.
At the desk was a girl. She was answering calls and painting her nails with and awful shade of pink. She looked like Dolly Parton. She wasn't wearing a lot of clothes, which was probably why all the men sitting in the waiting room were lurking at her. Max looked at Logan to see if she could figure out what he was thinking, but she saw that he was about to laugh. There was about 50 people sitting in the waiting room. She closed her bottle and hung up the telephone.
"What can I do for ya darlin'?" She said in a very heavy southern accent. There was a noise in the background, and the girl stood up. "Harry, I already told ya to go outside. It's not a freakin' hotel here!" She said to the young man who was visibly mentally disabled. It was apparent that he had Down's Syndrome. "Go outside and sit on your chair Harry, and I'll give you your lunch in a few minutes ok?" She smiled at him and went back to Max and Logan. "My brother…there was no one to take care of him this morning, but sometimes people are afraid of him, so I have to ask him to go out. But it's for no reasons actually, he wouldn't hurt a soul."
"Yes m'mam, yes m'mam. I'm going Franny." Harry said, looking down and heading for the front door. "Sitting out…out on my chair…yes ." He continued to talk to himself until he reached the doors.
"We are looking for a girl who may have come here a few minutes ago. Tall, red hair, green eyes. She was looking for Sister Madeleine." Max said to the girl.
"I don't recall seeing her." Franny said.
"Are you sure, because she was coming here." Logan replied back. "I'm sure of it."
"No. I would know, I was here all morning." She matter-of-factly said to them. "And so was Harry. He was on his chair just near the door, and he's good with observation. That boy just remember everything! He's wonderful." The girl wasn't very classy, but you could tell her heart was at the right place. "You can ask him if you want."
"Thank you." Logan said. And him and Max went out to talk to Harry, who was silently sitting and looking at the birds on a tree.
"Harry?" Max said gently to him, he looked at her, not sure to have the permission to talk to her. "Franny said I could ask you something about a girl who was probably here a few minutes ago."
"Okay." Harry answered, staring at Max, and then staring at his feet. He smiled shyly.
"Did you see a dark red hair girl." She sweetly asked Harry. "With green eyes this morning? Like a few minutes ago?"
"Dark red hair…" Harry started to moan, balancing himself on his chair. "Red hair…yes, weird eyes…two men…yes." Harry said.
"Two men were with her?" Logan asked.
"Yes…two men…one white and one hum…not white."
"His skin was sort of yellow Harry?"
"Yes, yes, yellow." Harry said.
"The artist." Max said to Logan, touching her wound.
"What else Harry? It's very important." Logan talked with a calm voice, but he started to get anxious over this.
"They…t…took her away…" Harry looked at the sky and laughed at the bird who was flying near by. "…church…" he continued. Max frowned.
"The church Harry?" She asked, thinking of the Jesus Church. "Did you heard them talk about the church? The Jesus Church? It's very important."
"The church…he said church…" Harry said stuttering, looking at Logan. "Church."
"Okay Harry, thank you. You've been *very* helpful." Logan said, knowing they couldn't get more out of him. But what they had was good for now. Harry smiled happily. "Come on Max, we'll go see if they' re at the Jesus church." There's nothing more to do here.
"Bye Harry." Max said to him. He smiled.
"Bye-Bye." He replied politely staring at his knees. "Old church."
Max and Logan went to the car, not talking, but both of them thinking the same thing: 'Why would they be at the Jesus Church?'
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It was dark, she almost couldn't see a thing, and it was very cold, and silent. Eileen tried to keep her eyes open, but it was hard to do. She was very tired, and the pain wasn't going to fade any time soon. She tried to reposition herself a bit and that's when she noticed she was no longer sitting on a chair. She was on the floor of the church, for what it was worth. It was more cement than anything else. She suddenly felt cold, and shivered.
"Hellooooooo???" Eileen risked to ask. Nobody answered. Damn those stupid excuse for the human race. She felt something smooth on her right cheek, and it was also making noises, like a squeak …ark! …sounded like a rat. "Great, now those fury things will eat me." She tried to move herself, in a way that she was able to sit up on her butt even with her hands tied behind her back. Her legs were also tied up. "If they think they'll end up with the money supposed to be for shelters, and for The Saint-Vincent de Paul's society, they are going to have to kill me before." She said out loud. "There you go Eileen, you are now talking to yourself. That's it, go on like that, it's the only way to stay sane." She looked at the ceiling when she felt a drop of water on her face. The roof had holes in it. And she could hear birds, and there were probably bats sleeping there too. "This was such a beautiful place before, now it's all ruins." She stared at the rat who was at her feet now. "Hey, you could try to get me out of here, huh?" Eileen said to the fur ball that was looking at her. It walked nearer, and then it started to gnaw her socks. "Yes, that's it, eat me you little stupid thing! Get OFF of me!!!" She kicked it and it ran away.
After a few minutes of moving herself, she was able to stand up. "How stupid are they to have let me like this?" The chair she was sitting on before was broken at her side. She didn't want to hurt herself more than she already was, but she wanted to be able to walk. Her hands were both joined on the back, so she started to play with the rope; it was too tight to loosen. ARK! With the last drops of energy she could muster she jumped little by little following the fur ball. "Hey! You! The fur ball! Don't go so fast! Don't you see I'm trying my best now?" Eileen said with effort. If she could have yelled at the rat, she would have, but the black mouse wouldn't have listened anyway. "You came from somewhere, right? Now lets see, Furby, if you can find the way out of here."
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Max and Logan were on their way to the Jesus Church when Max saw the asian man walking in the street on the other side of the road. "Him! That's the artist Logan!" She immediately hide herself from the man, almost jumping on Logan's lap in the process. "Fuck!"
"Calm down Max…he didn't see you." Logan answered, trying not to stare at the man and act as if he was only waiting for the green light -which he also was. "Don't move Max, he hadn't crossed the street yet.
"What is he waiting for?!" Max asked, her face on his lap.
"He's talking to a cell phone." Logan said. "Okay, now he's walking…" He smiled and said to Max. "You know * darling* that a cop better not come knocking at my window here, because we'd be in trouble…"
"Oh shut up Logan!!!" Max giggled. "Now lets find out where the man's going…"
"Yes m'mam." The light turned green, and Max began to straight up in her seat. "MAX! WATCH OUT!!!" He yelled to her. She instantly took the position she was in before.
"What?! Did he saw me? What's going on?" Max asked anxiously.
"Oh nothing…I just like you there on my lap." He mockingly said.
"You're dead." She replied, sitting back in her seat while Logan was having a good laugh.
TBC…..
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Give me reviews please. No reviews, no more chapters. Hehehe.
~Anna~
