"Hello, 9-1-1-what is your emergency?" Phoebe's eyes remained locked
on the window that was slowly opening. Nadine grabbed Phoebe's arm and was
clutching it tightly, looking quite frightened.
"There's someone trying to break into my room! Please hurry!" Phoebe hissed her address into the phone and slammed the phone on the receiver and grabbed Nadine's arm, racing out of the room. She deftly heard the sound of someone thudding into her bedroom.
"Phoebe? What's going on?" Reba, phoebe's mother asked, Kyo right behind her. Phoebe was shaking as she thrust Nadine forward into her mother and father.
"Take her and run, mother! Now! Get out of the house!" She hissed and raced back up the stairs, pausing at the top to grab a decorative sword from the shelf. She'd hardly ever used a sword, only fencing swords and she was unaccustomed to the access weight from the sword. However, she continued into her bedroom.
"Reba, take the girl out of here, wait at the neighbor's house. I'm going after Phoebe." Kyo said, urging them out the door before he, too, rushed up the stairs.
When he entered the room he saw Phoebe standing before a boy who was holding a knife in his hand glaring at her and at the door. The boy was backed up to the window. He flung the knife at Phoebe who, prepared from something like that, ducked down-her form falling to the ground. While Phoebe was distracted the boy, Arnie, leapt through the window. A cry of pain caught Phoebe's attention and she turned to see her father leaning against the wall. The knife was protruding from his left arm.
"Father!" She cried, rushing to him. "Oh, God, father!" She looked around frantically, then heard the familiar police sirens. "The police are here. Hold on, the police are here--" She whispered, easing her father to the ground.
"Police! Is anyone here?" A voice downstairs called. Phoebe, her eyes brimming with tears called back:
"Up here! Hurry! My father's been injured!"
~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe phoned Arnold's house from the hospital, Nadine sitting nervously rocking back and forth beside her. Arnold answered after 3 rings and muttered a sleepy "Hello". Gerald was wiping his eyes, looking at Arnold. Arnold's tired features seemed to sharpen immediately. "He what?" There was silence and Gerald frowned faintly. Something wasn't right.. "Your father? Is he okay?" He nodded to the phone as if Phoebe could see him. "Yeah, I'll get grandpa's truck-no, no, Gerald's here and we'll be over in a minute." He sighed heavily. "Yeah, I'll tell him. You owe me for this." He hung up and looked at Gerald.
"What was that all about?" Gerald questioned Arnold with a brow raised. "You sounded worried, Arnold."
"Arnie went to Phoebe's house. She thinks he was after Nadine. She called the police and went after him with a sword-he threw a knife at her. She ducked it hit her dad. Her dad's okay, just suffering from a deep knife would and cut muscles.. She wanted me to tell you she loves you." Arnold made a face before he continued, "I have to borrow grandpa's car, we're gonna go to the hospital and meet Phoebe, Nadine and Helga there. I'll write note to grandpa and tell him what's going on and he'll call and tell your dad that you'll be at the hospital so he can call you in." Gerald nodded and started dressing.
"What next?" He sighed.
~*~*~*~*~
Arnie stood outside Helga's window looking in, his eyes narrowed dangerously as she answered the phone and began to get ready. His eyes followed her every movement until she went in her closet to change and see her Arnold shrine. Arnie tightened his fists angrily as she started saying how much she loved Arnold. **It's all her fault.** He thought venomously. **All these things. they're her fault! Why didn't she look at me? Why didn't she care about me? At least I love her like Arnold never would.. I'd kill for her.** He thought mournfully. **I'd kill for her to acknowledge me. And yet all she thinks about is my cousin..** An evil grin spread on his lips. **It's her fault if anyone dies. All her fault. I must punish her and to punish her I must harm those who matter to her. Phoebe's obvious, Nadine because she's kind to her, I shall think on everyone else. But I shall save Arnold for last.**
~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe greeted Helga and Arnold with a brief hug and Gerald with a tender kiss. Nadine looked on the group with tired eyes. She was lost in thought. **It's my fault Mr. Heyerdahl was hurt. If Phoebe hadn't ducked the knife would have gotten her in the head. She'd be dead. All because I went with Phoebe to her house. Why does this happen to me?** Arnold was looking at her worriedly, but she didn't let him know she saw. She didn't want his sympathy. She wanted everything to end. He was after her, was he not? But why? Why her?
Phoebe's eyes traveled around the room silently. He was there- lurking, watching. She could sense him. But, seeing Nadine so frightened, she didn't dare say anything in front of her. Instead she whispered to Helga, "Follow Nadine and watch over her. He's here, I can feel it. If there's any trouble call me and I will come. Don't say anything to Arnold or Gerald, just do it casually." Helga nodded and Phoebe looped her arm through Gerald's. "We're going to go see my father. Nadine, stay with Arnold and Helga okay? I'll be back in a minute."
~*~*~*~*~
**Damn!** Arnie thought as he watched Phoebe and Gerald walk off. **I can't get the girl because Helga and Arnold are with her.. Now's not the time-no I must be patient. Her time will be soon. Very soon. Just watch, lurk.. Don't let them see you. Let them be on guard. Soon you will have Helga and she'll be all yours.**
_______________________________ Author's note: Twice in two days. ^.^ I just couldn't wait to get my next chapter posted! I hope you all like it-I may have to bring up the rating to "R" soon, so I hope that won't effect people not being able to read it. I'm trying to plan out a death scene in the future (not saying who) but it will bring the story up to "R". That's all. Thanks everyone for reviewing. I feel so loved!
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"There's someone trying to break into my room! Please hurry!" Phoebe hissed her address into the phone and slammed the phone on the receiver and grabbed Nadine's arm, racing out of the room. She deftly heard the sound of someone thudding into her bedroom.
"Phoebe? What's going on?" Reba, phoebe's mother asked, Kyo right behind her. Phoebe was shaking as she thrust Nadine forward into her mother and father.
"Take her and run, mother! Now! Get out of the house!" She hissed and raced back up the stairs, pausing at the top to grab a decorative sword from the shelf. She'd hardly ever used a sword, only fencing swords and she was unaccustomed to the access weight from the sword. However, she continued into her bedroom.
"Reba, take the girl out of here, wait at the neighbor's house. I'm going after Phoebe." Kyo said, urging them out the door before he, too, rushed up the stairs.
When he entered the room he saw Phoebe standing before a boy who was holding a knife in his hand glaring at her and at the door. The boy was backed up to the window. He flung the knife at Phoebe who, prepared from something like that, ducked down-her form falling to the ground. While Phoebe was distracted the boy, Arnie, leapt through the window. A cry of pain caught Phoebe's attention and she turned to see her father leaning against the wall. The knife was protruding from his left arm.
"Father!" She cried, rushing to him. "Oh, God, father!" She looked around frantically, then heard the familiar police sirens. "The police are here. Hold on, the police are here--" She whispered, easing her father to the ground.
"Police! Is anyone here?" A voice downstairs called. Phoebe, her eyes brimming with tears called back:
"Up here! Hurry! My father's been injured!"
~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe phoned Arnold's house from the hospital, Nadine sitting nervously rocking back and forth beside her. Arnold answered after 3 rings and muttered a sleepy "Hello". Gerald was wiping his eyes, looking at Arnold. Arnold's tired features seemed to sharpen immediately. "He what?" There was silence and Gerald frowned faintly. Something wasn't right.. "Your father? Is he okay?" He nodded to the phone as if Phoebe could see him. "Yeah, I'll get grandpa's truck-no, no, Gerald's here and we'll be over in a minute." He sighed heavily. "Yeah, I'll tell him. You owe me for this." He hung up and looked at Gerald.
"What was that all about?" Gerald questioned Arnold with a brow raised. "You sounded worried, Arnold."
"Arnie went to Phoebe's house. She thinks he was after Nadine. She called the police and went after him with a sword-he threw a knife at her. She ducked it hit her dad. Her dad's okay, just suffering from a deep knife would and cut muscles.. She wanted me to tell you she loves you." Arnold made a face before he continued, "I have to borrow grandpa's car, we're gonna go to the hospital and meet Phoebe, Nadine and Helga there. I'll write note to grandpa and tell him what's going on and he'll call and tell your dad that you'll be at the hospital so he can call you in." Gerald nodded and started dressing.
"What next?" He sighed.
~*~*~*~*~
Arnie stood outside Helga's window looking in, his eyes narrowed dangerously as she answered the phone and began to get ready. His eyes followed her every movement until she went in her closet to change and see her Arnold shrine. Arnie tightened his fists angrily as she started saying how much she loved Arnold. **It's all her fault.** He thought venomously. **All these things. they're her fault! Why didn't she look at me? Why didn't she care about me? At least I love her like Arnold never would.. I'd kill for her.** He thought mournfully. **I'd kill for her to acknowledge me. And yet all she thinks about is my cousin..** An evil grin spread on his lips. **It's her fault if anyone dies. All her fault. I must punish her and to punish her I must harm those who matter to her. Phoebe's obvious, Nadine because she's kind to her, I shall think on everyone else. But I shall save Arnold for last.**
~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe greeted Helga and Arnold with a brief hug and Gerald with a tender kiss. Nadine looked on the group with tired eyes. She was lost in thought. **It's my fault Mr. Heyerdahl was hurt. If Phoebe hadn't ducked the knife would have gotten her in the head. She'd be dead. All because I went with Phoebe to her house. Why does this happen to me?** Arnold was looking at her worriedly, but she didn't let him know she saw. She didn't want his sympathy. She wanted everything to end. He was after her, was he not? But why? Why her?
Phoebe's eyes traveled around the room silently. He was there- lurking, watching. She could sense him. But, seeing Nadine so frightened, she didn't dare say anything in front of her. Instead she whispered to Helga, "Follow Nadine and watch over her. He's here, I can feel it. If there's any trouble call me and I will come. Don't say anything to Arnold or Gerald, just do it casually." Helga nodded and Phoebe looped her arm through Gerald's. "We're going to go see my father. Nadine, stay with Arnold and Helga okay? I'll be back in a minute."
~*~*~*~*~
**Damn!** Arnie thought as he watched Phoebe and Gerald walk off. **I can't get the girl because Helga and Arnold are with her.. Now's not the time-no I must be patient. Her time will be soon. Very soon. Just watch, lurk.. Don't let them see you. Let them be on guard. Soon you will have Helga and she'll be all yours.**
_______________________________ Author's note: Twice in two days. ^.^ I just couldn't wait to get my next chapter posted! I hope you all like it-I may have to bring up the rating to "R" soon, so I hope that won't effect people not being able to read it. I'm trying to plan out a death scene in the future (not saying who) but it will bring the story up to "R". That's all. Thanks everyone for reviewing. I feel so loved!
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