Chapter 5: Missing
Darien woke up from his sleep to the slamming of the entrance of the house. Sydney was returning home from a full night of partying. She relocked the doors and sighed in exhaustion. Fawkes heard her from the bathroom, where he was resting rather uncomfortably. He sat there motionless, just listening to the footsteps of the woman that came in. All she did was go up to her room and shut the door hastily. He continued his sleep, in the hard modeled bathtub.
Sydney woke to the phone ringing. Staggering downstairs, she cupped the receiver in her small hands.
"Hello? No, sorry…wrong number." She placed the phone back in its holster.
Syd grabbed a cup of water and ended up in the bathroom. The visible man in the bathtub held his breath and waited for her departure. Peering out of the bathtub, he witnessed her gulping down a pill. He gazed at the bottle and memorized its existence. Placing it back in its rightful place in the medicine cabinet, the woman washed her face. She looked in the mirror and rubbed acne wash on her pale face, to remove the dirt and oil in her complexion. Fawkes quietly stood up and watched her through the curtain. His appearance didn't reveal on the mirror and when the woman rinsed her face, he tip-toed out of the room and hid behind the couch in the living room. That was the perfection of a cat burglar, taught by practice…endless practice.
Patting her face dry, Sid turned and suspiciously looked around. She found no one and was distracted by the sun's ribbon of light. The woman walked out on the patio, neglecting to shut the door behind her. Fawkes ran back to the bathroom and found the medicine bottle she was meddling with. He quietly opened the bottle and took out a small caplet. Gazing at the company that made the medicine, he found the young woman heading to the door.
"Harper Pharmacutiles." Fawkes whispered.
"Got it." Hobbes said, through the invisible man's headset.
She then shifted to the patio and found a small note from her relatives. It explained that her aunt and uncle were at the market. Naturally, all the razors, ropes, knives and aspirin were safely tucked away from Sydney's grasp. Darien made himself morph into thin air and raced like the wind to the van. He pulled open the side door and scrabbled inside. He let the flakes of quicksilver fall off of him while injecting counteragent in his thigh.
Sydney stared at the majestic scenery and wrote what was on her mind in her small, black journal. Her thought mixed into sentences, and was transferred on the black paper. Her life was falling like rain, and like a raindrop it splattered dampness around her. Noticing that the temperature was making her feel uncomfortable, the wan walked in the home. Scanning the time, she didn't know that fifteen minutes crept by. Being alone didn't pass the time, but made the day go slower. Her small Jack Russell Terrier trotted inside, with a small smirk inching on its face. The owner of the cute dog grinned back and picked the small animal up. It barked exasperatingly and then licked Sydney on the cheek, lapping up the salty tears dripping down her face. Letting the canine go, the female reopened her book and continued to write. The pen inn her hand seemed to never leave from the paper and the only sound that was made in the room was the tapping of her writing utensil on the paper.
"Hobbes, zoom up on the paper?" Darien tapped his partner on the shoulder.
Bobby complied and the small camera inched closer to Sydney's journal. Unfortunately, the words on the writing material were to blurry on the screen for the two spying agents to read. The two humorously read on aloud, desperately trying to read the fuzzy letters.
She flipped it shut and abandoned it on the table. Leaving to the living room, she slipped herself around a beautiful, black piano and performed a piece called "Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely".
So many words
For the broken heart
It's hard to see
In a crimson love
It's so hard to breathe
Walk with me and maybe
"I don't get it, why is she filling herself with this negative crap? Does she have a deal with death?" Fawkes requested.
"Cause she probably lived with it all of her life. Intuition tells me that maybe somebody close to her died and she's copin' the best way she knows how."
Nights of light
So soon become
Wild and free
I can feel the sun
Your every wish
Will be done, they tell me
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are?
There's something missing in my heart
Life goes on
As it never ends
Eyes of stone
Observe the trends
They never say
Forever gaze if only
Guilty roads to an endless love
There's no control
Are you with me now?
Your every wish will be done
They tell me
"Maybe someone should talk to her."
"Nope, our orders are not to get in close contact with her."
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with?
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart
There's no where to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be?
You're asking me
To feel the things you never showed?
Tell me why can't I be there where you are?
There's something missing in my heart.
During the chorus, Darien just gazed at her. The girl's visage seemed to carry on the never-ending sentiment of desolation. She performed this for two cycles, adlibbing until she stopped playing. Tears streamed down her face and it made her feel depressed, being abandoned like this. Her uncle and aunt came in unknowingly as she moped into her room…without the company of her journal.