Okay, at long last, here is another chapter for my wonderful readers, so Dharke, you can breath easy now... Anyway, thanks for all the great reviews, I love you guys! So please, enjoy and review and, just a word of warning, the song in this chapter is somewhat hokey (and I'm sure Dharke will have a field day with her review this time...) but I love musicals and this song is from a cheesy musical so anyway...(major bonus points to anyone who can tell me what musical...) Please enjoy and review!
Chapter Four
Connection
The agents had been sent from the F.B.I. to begin preliminary questioning and introduced themselves as Shriek and Weine, looking just a dour and businesslike as their names suggested. Their names and division was the only information they would divulge before ushering Alex out of the room and into a smaller area, more cubical in appearance. Alex dropped into a steel chair placed in front of cracked plastic table, sitting opposite of Weine and Shriek, who regarded him as one might stare at a criminal.
"Alex, can you explain to us what happened?" Shriek questioned, pursing his pale lips as soon as he finished speaking, trying to project the tough-cop persona that he pretended fit him so well.
Honestly, however, Alex found himself not the least bit intimidated by either of the agents, who looked as though they belonged in a car dealership and not the F.B.I. but he kept these feelings to himself. He said, instead, "I had this weird feeling."
Weine shifted in his seat, glaring at the teenager. "Alex, do you take any drugs: narcotics, sleeping pills anything?" When the teenager shook his head, the agent tried a different approach, already knowing that they probably weren't going to get anywhere with Alex that night. "So, why did you have this...vision?"
Alex stared straight at the man until the agent looked away, unable to hold the unnerving stare. "You think I asked for whatever happened? I don't know why I saw what I saw. I didn't want the plane to explode, didn't want to think it was going to happen." He said, his voice flat and firm, all the more unnerving to the agents.
"Well, if that was the case Alex," Shriek began, "then why did you really keep those people from getting on the plane?"
Alex found that had no answer for that question.
* * *
After their conversation with Alex, Weine and Shriek went about questioning the other survivors of the plane explosion. Tod Wagner was the next teenager they questioned, though they didn't get much out of him because he was too distraught about the fact that his twin brother had been on the plane when it had exploded.
Valerie Lewton did little more then cry during her interview, upset because her colleges had been on Flight 180 and she felt guilty for not being on the plane as well. Carter Horton was indifferent to the whole ordeal, though it was clear that his was shaken despite his tough exterior. Terry Chaney whined about how her cheerleader friends had been onboard before complaining that all of her black funeral clothes had gone out of style months ago. Kimberly Corman answered all of the agents' questions with wide-eyes, as though she still couldn't believe that she had almost died and was now taking part in a police investagation. Shania Macalister first demanded to see her lawyer before realizing that she wasn't the one in trouble and decided then to offer her own conspiracy theories about the explosion. Billy Hitchcock appeared not to comprehend the ordeal, sticking to his story about being stuck in the bathroom as though it would keep him out of jail.
Clear Rivers was the last survivor to be questioned, seeming both frightened and composed at the same. "Okay Clear," Shriek began, sighing deeply, the long hours taking a toll on him, "can you tell us your version of what happened?"
"I had this...uneasy feeling right as I was about to get on the plane then Alex started freaking out. When he said the plane was going to explode...I believed him." Clear answered solemnly.
* * *
With nothing more to do that night, the F.B.I. agents departed once again, promising to keep in touch, once again speaking directly to Alex, who pretended not to notice. Once Weine and Shriek had left, the room was silent once again, aside from Miss Lewton's sniffling; everyone was trying hard not to look at Alex, aside from Clear, who appeared to be studying him as one would study something that intrigued, not frightened, them.
Thirty minutes went by before the door opened once again and Ken and Barbara Browning rushing into the room, taking their son into their arms and embracing him fervently. The rest of the teenagers' respective parents entered as well, each searching out their children. At the sight of their parents, both Terry and Kimberly began to cry; Carter attempted to appear as though he didn't need his parents for support, but welcomed his mother's embrace just the same.
Alex lifted his head and scanned the room, catching eyes with Tod's father, who looked at him accusingly. He quickly looked away, ashamed, though he didn't know why. His eyes settled next upon Clear, who was standing near the door, shifting uncomfortably, waiting for her parents to show up. Unable to stop himself, Alex pulled away from his mother and crossed the room, causing Clear to look over at him, slightly surprised at his approach. "Are your parents coming?" He questioned, which caused the brunette to scoff.
"My mother and step-father probably fought I even existed." She replied, looking as though she wanted badly to believe that such a thing wasn't true.
Alex wasn't sure what to say so he didn't say anything for a beat. Finally, he returned his gaze to Clear's face and said, "Do you want a ride home?"
* * *
The car ride toward Clear's house was taken in complete, uncomfortable silence. Clear's gaze shifted constantly toward Alex, who was staring out the window, absorbed in thought. As she studied him, Clear realized that she had never felt an attraction to someone like she did with Alex; moments before he had shouted that the plane was going to explode, she had suffered an uneasy feeling of the likes she had never suffered before. It was almost as though she had suffered a horrible vision as well, but without any images.
The Browning vehicle finally stopped in front of her driveway. "Thank you for the ride." Clear told Ken and Barbara as she slipped out of the car and began to walk down her driveway, heedless of the rain. She stopped and turned around, watching the car begin to drive away, surprised to see Alex staring after her.
CLEAR: "I've been wondering if it's time, just to say what's on my mind. 'Cause I'm in the dark what's in your heart? The thought of you remains, suddenly my pulse is jumping do you feel the same? I guess it all depends on how you really feel but can you comprehend?"
Alex stared after Clear until he could see her no longer, finally taking his gaze away from the window with a sigh.
ALEX: "You could be just what I need right now, hoping this love is yet to be found."
CLEAR & ALEX: "It's not too late to call my name, so don't you look the other way. Open your eyes and you'll see, my heart won't wait, doesn't hesitate, we've got a chance we gotta take. It feels like you could be, forever part of me."
ALEX: "I don't know where to begin. Should I play it cool or jump right in?"
CLEAR: "How am I supposed to know, whether I should come or go, I think it's time we let our feelings show."
ALEX & CLEAR: "We might let this moment just pass us by then love's gone in the blink of an eye. It's not too late to call my name so don't you look the other way. Open your eyes and you'll see, my heart won't wait, don't hesitate, we've got a chance we gotta take. Feels like you could be, forever part of me."
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Okay, there's the end of another chapter, I hope to have the next chapter up soon, so please review. I tried another format of writing out the things and I think I like this one better but you guys tell me what you think, and what's easier to read. So please enjoy and review!
Chapter Four
Connection
The agents had been sent from the F.B.I. to begin preliminary questioning and introduced themselves as Shriek and Weine, looking just a dour and businesslike as their names suggested. Their names and division was the only information they would divulge before ushering Alex out of the room and into a smaller area, more cubical in appearance. Alex dropped into a steel chair placed in front of cracked plastic table, sitting opposite of Weine and Shriek, who regarded him as one might stare at a criminal.
"Alex, can you explain to us what happened?" Shriek questioned, pursing his pale lips as soon as he finished speaking, trying to project the tough-cop persona that he pretended fit him so well.
Honestly, however, Alex found himself not the least bit intimidated by either of the agents, who looked as though they belonged in a car dealership and not the F.B.I. but he kept these feelings to himself. He said, instead, "I had this weird feeling."
Weine shifted in his seat, glaring at the teenager. "Alex, do you take any drugs: narcotics, sleeping pills anything?" When the teenager shook his head, the agent tried a different approach, already knowing that they probably weren't going to get anywhere with Alex that night. "So, why did you have this...vision?"
Alex stared straight at the man until the agent looked away, unable to hold the unnerving stare. "You think I asked for whatever happened? I don't know why I saw what I saw. I didn't want the plane to explode, didn't want to think it was going to happen." He said, his voice flat and firm, all the more unnerving to the agents.
"Well, if that was the case Alex," Shriek began, "then why did you really keep those people from getting on the plane?"
Alex found that had no answer for that question.
* * *
After their conversation with Alex, Weine and Shriek went about questioning the other survivors of the plane explosion. Tod Wagner was the next teenager they questioned, though they didn't get much out of him because he was too distraught about the fact that his twin brother had been on the plane when it had exploded.
Valerie Lewton did little more then cry during her interview, upset because her colleges had been on Flight 180 and she felt guilty for not being on the plane as well. Carter Horton was indifferent to the whole ordeal, though it was clear that his was shaken despite his tough exterior. Terry Chaney whined about how her cheerleader friends had been onboard before complaining that all of her black funeral clothes had gone out of style months ago. Kimberly Corman answered all of the agents' questions with wide-eyes, as though she still couldn't believe that she had almost died and was now taking part in a police investagation. Shania Macalister first demanded to see her lawyer before realizing that she wasn't the one in trouble and decided then to offer her own conspiracy theories about the explosion. Billy Hitchcock appeared not to comprehend the ordeal, sticking to his story about being stuck in the bathroom as though it would keep him out of jail.
Clear Rivers was the last survivor to be questioned, seeming both frightened and composed at the same. "Okay Clear," Shriek began, sighing deeply, the long hours taking a toll on him, "can you tell us your version of what happened?"
"I had this...uneasy feeling right as I was about to get on the plane then Alex started freaking out. When he said the plane was going to explode...I believed him." Clear answered solemnly.
* * *
With nothing more to do that night, the F.B.I. agents departed once again, promising to keep in touch, once again speaking directly to Alex, who pretended not to notice. Once Weine and Shriek had left, the room was silent once again, aside from Miss Lewton's sniffling; everyone was trying hard not to look at Alex, aside from Clear, who appeared to be studying him as one would study something that intrigued, not frightened, them.
Thirty minutes went by before the door opened once again and Ken and Barbara Browning rushing into the room, taking their son into their arms and embracing him fervently. The rest of the teenagers' respective parents entered as well, each searching out their children. At the sight of their parents, both Terry and Kimberly began to cry; Carter attempted to appear as though he didn't need his parents for support, but welcomed his mother's embrace just the same.
Alex lifted his head and scanned the room, catching eyes with Tod's father, who looked at him accusingly. He quickly looked away, ashamed, though he didn't know why. His eyes settled next upon Clear, who was standing near the door, shifting uncomfortably, waiting for her parents to show up. Unable to stop himself, Alex pulled away from his mother and crossed the room, causing Clear to look over at him, slightly surprised at his approach. "Are your parents coming?" He questioned, which caused the brunette to scoff.
"My mother and step-father probably fought I even existed." She replied, looking as though she wanted badly to believe that such a thing wasn't true.
Alex wasn't sure what to say so he didn't say anything for a beat. Finally, he returned his gaze to Clear's face and said, "Do you want a ride home?"
* * *
The car ride toward Clear's house was taken in complete, uncomfortable silence. Clear's gaze shifted constantly toward Alex, who was staring out the window, absorbed in thought. As she studied him, Clear realized that she had never felt an attraction to someone like she did with Alex; moments before he had shouted that the plane was going to explode, she had suffered an uneasy feeling of the likes she had never suffered before. It was almost as though she had suffered a horrible vision as well, but without any images.
The Browning vehicle finally stopped in front of her driveway. "Thank you for the ride." Clear told Ken and Barbara as she slipped out of the car and began to walk down her driveway, heedless of the rain. She stopped and turned around, watching the car begin to drive away, surprised to see Alex staring after her.
CLEAR: "I've been wondering if it's time, just to say what's on my mind. 'Cause I'm in the dark what's in your heart? The thought of you remains, suddenly my pulse is jumping do you feel the same? I guess it all depends on how you really feel but can you comprehend?"
Alex stared after Clear until he could see her no longer, finally taking his gaze away from the window with a sigh.
ALEX: "You could be just what I need right now, hoping this love is yet to be found."
CLEAR & ALEX: "It's not too late to call my name, so don't you look the other way. Open your eyes and you'll see, my heart won't wait, doesn't hesitate, we've got a chance we gotta take. It feels like you could be, forever part of me."
ALEX: "I don't know where to begin. Should I play it cool or jump right in?"
CLEAR: "How am I supposed to know, whether I should come or go, I think it's time we let our feelings show."
ALEX & CLEAR: "We might let this moment just pass us by then love's gone in the blink of an eye. It's not too late to call my name so don't you look the other way. Open your eyes and you'll see, my heart won't wait, don't hesitate, we've got a chance we gotta take. Feels like you could be, forever part of me."
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Okay, there's the end of another chapter, I hope to have the next chapter up soon, so please review. I tried another format of writing out the things and I think I like this one better but you guys tell me what you think, and what's easier to read. So please enjoy and review!