A/N: Okay, I'm sorry to keep you waiting but I know how much you all appreciate a cliffie. However someone threatened to eat my first born child if I didn't update so ummmmm here it is.
esl-I thought about your idea it sounds good, but I want you to e-mail me at angelprincess893@yahoo.com so we can talk about it.
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Act IX: Breakdown
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Fillmore was watching the news, shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"And in local news, Ingrid Third has been missing since the Thursday before last. And the case will be closing this Thursday. The Chief of Police had this to say: 'We've been looking for Ingrid ever since the morning after she went missing, and we have no more leads. We haven't found any trace of her since the Sunday right after her disappearance, there's just nothing left for us to do. In all probability, Ingrid Third is no longer living.' We have recieved word that the girl's father is planning her funeral service which will be open to the public. Ingrid was thirteen and attended X Middle School where she was a member of the Safety Patrol."
Fillmore couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. How could they be doing this? Just giving her up for dead, without any proof. 'Ingrid WAS thirteen'? No Ingrid IS thirteen and she's going to be fourteen, Why couldn't anyone else see that? Even Mr. Third, her own father, had given up hope. No way was Fillmore going to let himself believe she was gone, he knew better. He was sure the Safety Patrol would feel the same way. He couldn't know how wrong he was.
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Fillmore couldn't believe it. It wasn't just the news anchor, the police, and Mr. Third. It was EVERYONE, no one had any faith in Ingrid. People had brought him FLOWERS. Flowers in MEMORY of Ingrid. Fillmore hadn't accepted any of them. When Ingrid was like 80 years old and she really did die, then he would accept them. He saw absolutely no reason to accept flowers in memory of someone who was alive. He was thinking about that when Vallejo came out of his office. Was it just him or had they been running into each other a lot more often lately?
"Hey Fillmore."
"Are you following me or something?"
"Nope, it's just luck." Then Vallejo noticed that almost everything he had ever seen on or in Ingrid's desk was neatly arranged on Fillmore's. "Is that shrine to Ingrid?"
"No," said Fillmore, not returning the half sarcastic, half kidding tone that Vallejo had used. "Shrines are for dead people."
"So what is it for, then? Are you taking it home?"
"Nope, it's just some stuff I decided to go through. To remind me of Ingrid while she's gone. And I'm looking for clues."
"Clues?"
"Yeah, maybe Ingrid met someone new. Like maybe someone from those college courses she's taking at the university. I can't see her even being around someone she doesn't know long enough to be kidnapped."
"Fillmore I-I heard...on the news today. They're closing the case."
Vallejo, was frantic to change the directioine the conversation was going in. "So what are you doing here so late?"
"Thinking about Ingrid."
"You do that a lot."
"What am I supposed to do? I just keep thinking that I haven't done enough for her, to find her."
"But Fillmore, you've done more than anyone."
"But it wasn't enough, was it?" Fillmore tried to stop it, he didn't want it to happen, but he couldn't help it. It was everything it was just to much. To much stress, to much for him to handle, to much for him to know, to keep to himself. So, with his face turned away from Vallejo, tears silently falling from his eyes, he told Vallejo everything. About Ingrid's badge, blood, belt, and radio, about the body, about no one believing him, about everything.
Vallejo, slightly unaware of what he he was to do laid his hand on Fillmore's shoulder reassurinly. "Fillmore, I-I know your crying but, it's alright. You and Ingrid were best friends, you were so close. It's going to be harder to lose her for you than for any of us." That's where he made his mistake.
"INGRID IS NOT DEAD!"
Vallejo tried to correct his mistake, "Fillmore I-"
"JUST DON'T! INGRID'S ALIVE YOU'LL SEE SHE'LL BE BACK, PROBABLY BEFORE TUESDAY."
"Calm down Fillmore I-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" Fillmore left, slamming the door.
Vallejo plopped in a seat and sighed, he felt bad. Why couldn't Fillmore just see? Why couldn't he accept it, it'd be so much easier. He'd talk to Fillmore tomorrow, or so he thought.
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A/N: Okay, do you like it? Don't worry it's not over. Someone said that I needed to identify who was talking more often, so I hope I did a better job this time. Review and tell me!
esl-I thought about your idea it sounds good, but I want you to e-mail me at angelprincess893@yahoo.com so we can talk about it.
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Act IX: Breakdown
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Fillmore was watching the news, shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"And in local news, Ingrid Third has been missing since the Thursday before last. And the case will be closing this Thursday. The Chief of Police had this to say: 'We've been looking for Ingrid ever since the morning after she went missing, and we have no more leads. We haven't found any trace of her since the Sunday right after her disappearance, there's just nothing left for us to do. In all probability, Ingrid Third is no longer living.' We have recieved word that the girl's father is planning her funeral service which will be open to the public. Ingrid was thirteen and attended X Middle School where she was a member of the Safety Patrol."
Fillmore couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. How could they be doing this? Just giving her up for dead, without any proof. 'Ingrid WAS thirteen'? No Ingrid IS thirteen and she's going to be fourteen, Why couldn't anyone else see that? Even Mr. Third, her own father, had given up hope. No way was Fillmore going to let himself believe she was gone, he knew better. He was sure the Safety Patrol would feel the same way. He couldn't know how wrong he was.
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Fillmore couldn't believe it. It wasn't just the news anchor, the police, and Mr. Third. It was EVERYONE, no one had any faith in Ingrid. People had brought him FLOWERS. Flowers in MEMORY of Ingrid. Fillmore hadn't accepted any of them. When Ingrid was like 80 years old and she really did die, then he would accept them. He saw absolutely no reason to accept flowers in memory of someone who was alive. He was thinking about that when Vallejo came out of his office. Was it just him or had they been running into each other a lot more often lately?
"Hey Fillmore."
"Are you following me or something?"
"Nope, it's just luck." Then Vallejo noticed that almost everything he had ever seen on or in Ingrid's desk was neatly arranged on Fillmore's. "Is that shrine to Ingrid?"
"No," said Fillmore, not returning the half sarcastic, half kidding tone that Vallejo had used. "Shrines are for dead people."
"So what is it for, then? Are you taking it home?"
"Nope, it's just some stuff I decided to go through. To remind me of Ingrid while she's gone. And I'm looking for clues."
"Clues?"
"Yeah, maybe Ingrid met someone new. Like maybe someone from those college courses she's taking at the university. I can't see her even being around someone she doesn't know long enough to be kidnapped."
"Fillmore I-I heard...on the news today. They're closing the case."
Vallejo, was frantic to change the directioine the conversation was going in. "So what are you doing here so late?"
"Thinking about Ingrid."
"You do that a lot."
"What am I supposed to do? I just keep thinking that I haven't done enough for her, to find her."
"But Fillmore, you've done more than anyone."
"But it wasn't enough, was it?" Fillmore tried to stop it, he didn't want it to happen, but he couldn't help it. It was everything it was just to much. To much stress, to much for him to handle, to much for him to know, to keep to himself. So, with his face turned away from Vallejo, tears silently falling from his eyes, he told Vallejo everything. About Ingrid's badge, blood, belt, and radio, about the body, about no one believing him, about everything.
Vallejo, slightly unaware of what he he was to do laid his hand on Fillmore's shoulder reassurinly. "Fillmore, I-I know your crying but, it's alright. You and Ingrid were best friends, you were so close. It's going to be harder to lose her for you than for any of us." That's where he made his mistake.
"INGRID IS NOT DEAD!"
Vallejo tried to correct his mistake, "Fillmore I-"
"JUST DON'T! INGRID'S ALIVE YOU'LL SEE SHE'LL BE BACK, PROBABLY BEFORE TUESDAY."
"Calm down Fillmore I-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" Fillmore left, slamming the door.
Vallejo plopped in a seat and sighed, he felt bad. Why couldn't Fillmore just see? Why couldn't he accept it, it'd be so much easier. He'd talk to Fillmore tomorrow, or so he thought.
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A/N: Okay, do you like it? Don't worry it's not over. Someone said that I needed to identify who was talking more often, so I hope I did a better job this time. Review and tell me!