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A/N: Sorry about the updates again guys, I've just been reallllllllly lazy lately. Hope you like this chapter. It has a major..wait. Why don't you just read and find out?
Chris tried to sleep numerous times that night. Although, every time he drifted off, he would soon be awake again from the sight of Lisa in his dreams. Another thing that was bothering him was that stupid code. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He knew it tied in with Lisa. He also knew that the notes were in her handwriting, but he couldn't figure out the tie-in between them.
Chris sat up in bed, and then reached over to turn on the lamp. He grabbed the notes and started to read them again. After he read them over a few more times, he decided to focus on the code, since he couldn't make any sense of the riddles. (A/N: For those of you who forgot the codes they are: Pllayeh Elaym and Mlayi nlayi nlaywlolayt.) Chris stared intently at the codes for a minute, then he grabbed a piece of paper and started to move around the letters.
"Dammit Lisa, why couldn't you make the code easier to decipher?" Chris muttered. Then he blinked. Had he just figured out the code? He decided to try his idea.
"Pllayeh elaym." He said to himself. Then he began to scribble furiously. After about 10 minutes he had deciphered the code.
"H-E-L-P M-E." He spelled out. "Help me." Chris shook his head. He now realized where he had seen this code before. This had been Lisa's code in which she wrote notes to her friends to keep him from know what she was saying. He remembered the time that he had read her diary about it.
'My code is actually really simple to figure out, but Chris is so dense, he couldn't figure it out unless he read this diary. I would use the code in my diary also, but that is too much figuring to write in a diary. Anyways, this is how the code works. O.K. say you are trying to say call me. Well, what you do is you spell the word backwards- like llac em. Then, you insert 'lay' in between letters. However, If you have to insert it more than one time, then you start to spell lay like just putting an 'l' or an 'a' in between letters and lays. So call me, in my code would be L-LAY-L-L- A-LAY-C E-LAY-M.'
Chris shook his head about how he had remembered the pattern. It had a taken him a while, but, he had finally cracked the code. So, he fixed himself one the next one.
"Mlayi nlayi nlaywlolayt." He said. He scribbled around a little bit. "I- M I-N T-O-W-N. I'm in town!" he screamed. Chris hopped up off of his bed. "I'm in town!" he yelled. Chris threw the papers down on the bed. He dashed over to his suitcase and pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt.
"Wait a second, I thought that Lisa was killed on that video...God dammit! He's playing with me!! He's forging her handwriting!" He said to himself as he dressed.
After Chris got dressed and wasted what little energy he had left bouncing up and down, he decided to go and get some coffee and sit in the lobby for a little bit. When Chris got done ordering his coffee he decided to pick a place and sit down. The place was deserted, but you could never tell when a crazed fan would try to mob you. Chris sat peacefully for a few minutes until he saw the strange figure walk in. Chris nearly spit out the coffee in his mouth. The man came and sat down in front of Chris. Chris's expression visibly darkened.
"Hello Chris." The man said.
"Hello dad." Chris said. "What are you doing here?" he asked, he and his father weren't exactly the best of friends.
"Chris, we need to talk." Ted said.
"Oh really? About what may I ask?"
"About Lisa." He said.
"What about her?"
"Son, I've kept this from you for too long. I thought that I could just keep it quiet for the rest of my life, but after what I saw earlier tonight, I know that I can't. You sister Lisa isn't dead." Ted said.
"What? I saw her die in front of me dad, how the hell is that possible?" Chris asked
"Let me finish, Chris. That was your sister's twin. Lisa had a twin who had been kidnapped at birth. Lisa wasn't killed on that day. Her twin was."
"O.K. so she had a twin, but stop calling her that like she's some...thing! What was her name?" Chris asked. He could feel an adrenaline rush coming on every second. His father might be a stupid idiot sometimes, but back then he had been sane. Chris trusted his dad about this one. He didn't know why, but he did. He thought he could vaguely remember his mother crying about that at some times, but she had been killed not long after Lisa had been born. Lisa had been about 5 and at that time Chris had been 10.
"Her name was Lita." Ted said. Chris had heard all that he wanted to hear. He got up from the table and walked away. He left his father alone again for probably the last time of his life. He had seen his father for the very last time.
A/N: Sorry about the updates again guys, I've just been reallllllllly lazy lately. Hope you like this chapter. It has a major..wait. Why don't you just read and find out?
Chris tried to sleep numerous times that night. Although, every time he drifted off, he would soon be awake again from the sight of Lisa in his dreams. Another thing that was bothering him was that stupid code. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He knew it tied in with Lisa. He also knew that the notes were in her handwriting, but he couldn't figure out the tie-in between them.
Chris sat up in bed, and then reached over to turn on the lamp. He grabbed the notes and started to read them again. After he read them over a few more times, he decided to focus on the code, since he couldn't make any sense of the riddles. (A/N: For those of you who forgot the codes they are: Pllayeh Elaym and Mlayi nlayi nlaywlolayt.) Chris stared intently at the codes for a minute, then he grabbed a piece of paper and started to move around the letters.
"Dammit Lisa, why couldn't you make the code easier to decipher?" Chris muttered. Then he blinked. Had he just figured out the code? He decided to try his idea.
"Pllayeh elaym." He said to himself. Then he began to scribble furiously. After about 10 minutes he had deciphered the code.
"H-E-L-P M-E." He spelled out. "Help me." Chris shook his head. He now realized where he had seen this code before. This had been Lisa's code in which she wrote notes to her friends to keep him from know what she was saying. He remembered the time that he had read her diary about it.
'My code is actually really simple to figure out, but Chris is so dense, he couldn't figure it out unless he read this diary. I would use the code in my diary also, but that is too much figuring to write in a diary. Anyways, this is how the code works. O.K. say you are trying to say call me. Well, what you do is you spell the word backwards- like llac em. Then, you insert 'lay' in between letters. However, If you have to insert it more than one time, then you start to spell lay like just putting an 'l' or an 'a' in between letters and lays. So call me, in my code would be L-LAY-L-L- A-LAY-C E-LAY-M.'
Chris shook his head about how he had remembered the pattern. It had a taken him a while, but, he had finally cracked the code. So, he fixed himself one the next one.
"Mlayi nlayi nlaywlolayt." He said. He scribbled around a little bit. "I- M I-N T-O-W-N. I'm in town!" he screamed. Chris hopped up off of his bed. "I'm in town!" he yelled. Chris threw the papers down on the bed. He dashed over to his suitcase and pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt.
"Wait a second, I thought that Lisa was killed on that video...God dammit! He's playing with me!! He's forging her handwriting!" He said to himself as he dressed.
After Chris got dressed and wasted what little energy he had left bouncing up and down, he decided to go and get some coffee and sit in the lobby for a little bit. When Chris got done ordering his coffee he decided to pick a place and sit down. The place was deserted, but you could never tell when a crazed fan would try to mob you. Chris sat peacefully for a few minutes until he saw the strange figure walk in. Chris nearly spit out the coffee in his mouth. The man came and sat down in front of Chris. Chris's expression visibly darkened.
"Hello Chris." The man said.
"Hello dad." Chris said. "What are you doing here?" he asked, he and his father weren't exactly the best of friends.
"Chris, we need to talk." Ted said.
"Oh really? About what may I ask?"
"About Lisa." He said.
"What about her?"
"Son, I've kept this from you for too long. I thought that I could just keep it quiet for the rest of my life, but after what I saw earlier tonight, I know that I can't. You sister Lisa isn't dead." Ted said.
"What? I saw her die in front of me dad, how the hell is that possible?" Chris asked
"Let me finish, Chris. That was your sister's twin. Lisa had a twin who had been kidnapped at birth. Lisa wasn't killed on that day. Her twin was."
"O.K. so she had a twin, but stop calling her that like she's some...thing! What was her name?" Chris asked. He could feel an adrenaline rush coming on every second. His father might be a stupid idiot sometimes, but back then he had been sane. Chris trusted his dad about this one. He didn't know why, but he did. He thought he could vaguely remember his mother crying about that at some times, but she had been killed not long after Lisa had been born. Lisa had been about 5 and at that time Chris had been 10.
"Her name was Lita." Ted said. Chris had heard all that he wanted to hear. He got up from the table and walked away. He left his father alone again for probably the last time of his life. He had seen his father for the very last time.