Syd didn't say a word that
night. Nervously scooting a bit of her macaroni and cheese onto the
spoon, she hoped no one would break the silence. She mentally groaned
and finally chose to break it herself. "Gotta go. I have to clean my
room." Not bothering to wait for permission, she walked off. She began
to rummage through her drawers, grabbing what she called her 'skating
clothes'. Though she rarely ever skated, the clothes she had purposed
for the activity appeared to have been worn.
Normally one for designer Club Banana clothes, Syd had had a recent cash drought, being reduced to going to going to a Goodwill store. Selecting a white T-shirt and ripped jeans, she decided her outfit was incomplete. She added a purple windbreaker. Crawling through the window, she set off for that night's 'camp site'. Staying in the park for the past three days, Syd decided to move on. Perhaps, she considered, she could stay at a hotel. She had some money which had been stolen from students in the locker room, most commonly Bonnie's, she being the richest student. It also served as payback for all the months of torment she had attacked with maliciously since Syd's arrival at Middleton High School.
Holding five hundred dollars in her hand, the payment of difficult stealing, she slowly walked toward a hotel. When the concierge asked her if she lived with her parents, she responded, "I was emancipated." The clerk nodded and handed Syd a small plastic card, her room key. Trudging upstairs, the teen couldn't believe the stupidity that had just been displayed. She went right to her room, number 25. Swiping the key through the scanner, she stepped into her room, flopping down on the bed. Holding the remote in her hand, she clicked on the TV. "Authorities are still resolving the death of Middleton's museum curator. Gathered reports say Leonard Johnson received multiple knife-like cuts, however no weapons were located at the scene of the crime." The news reporter, Tricia Lipowski, had obviously done her research.
Syd turned off the TV and collapsed, asleep.
The next day at school, during lunch, Syd, Sam, Ron, and Des sat at a table, contemplating the demise of whoever was causing the violent attacks. "Anyone have any ideas how we can get rid of this murderer?" Des asked. Murmurs of negativity rang through the table...
Syd said nothing.
That night, Syd was gone again. Disappearing was all too common nowadays, she considered herself not truly a member of her family any longer. Sneaking out to Middleton's pawn shop, her claws cracked through the glass. "You again? Syd, you used to be such a nice kid...buying comics for your little bro-" The employee behind the counter gagged as Syd grabbed the front of his collar. "Give. Me. The. Money. All of it." The former teen heroine hissed.
The only other two people in the store were a young woman and her toddler son. Syd menacingly stepped over to a circuitbreaker. "Circa 1950, eh?" Syd muttered. "Careful..." She paused, destroying the box. "....the thing might be flammable." It caught on fire. The woman shrieked, picked up her child and ran, Syd smirked, satisfied, and leapt out the window.
Staring defiantly at the burning building, a slow, evil smile creeped across her mouth. Leaping up onto a fire escape on an adjoining building, she set off for the wharf.
"Yo. S-Clone." She said aloud upon reaching the warehouse, hoping the clone would hear her. "Look what I got this time, it's really good." She held up a solid gold pocketwatch, glistening in the dim light. "Pocket watch." She pulled out another item. "Motorola cell phone. Flip phone, 500 minutes nationwide. Free on weekends."
"For God's sake, Lipsky, you're not selling on eBay! You're stealing and giving me items!"
"Sorry, ma'am. Anyway..." Syd picked up a pearl necklace. "Lovely necklace, really." She commented. "Twenty dollars. Stolen from the former pawn shop."
"Former?" The clone asked.
Syd drew a finger across her neck, signaling death and destruction for the former business. The clone nodded, an evil smile that matched Syd's growing on her face. The hideout at the wharf was ingenious, no one went there anymore, allowing for evil to reign supreme. On the rare whim someone did venture down to the wharf, they never returned. Never. Syd grinned, thinking of the three or four innocents that had been murdered. She hadn't just gone out and attacked, she had destroyed parts of the docks, carefully so it was impossible to tell whether or not old age and decay had done the piers in.
No doubt, Syd realized, her sister would soon arrive with her sidekick boyfriend, Ron Stoppable. She picked up a handgun. Maybe she could make Des suffer after all....she would not of course, aim for her. She would aim for the heart.
And that can have two different meanings.
Normally one for designer Club Banana clothes, Syd had had a recent cash drought, being reduced to going to going to a Goodwill store. Selecting a white T-shirt and ripped jeans, she decided her outfit was incomplete. She added a purple windbreaker. Crawling through the window, she set off for that night's 'camp site'. Staying in the park for the past three days, Syd decided to move on. Perhaps, she considered, she could stay at a hotel. She had some money which had been stolen from students in the locker room, most commonly Bonnie's, she being the richest student. It also served as payback for all the months of torment she had attacked with maliciously since Syd's arrival at Middleton High School.
Holding five hundred dollars in her hand, the payment of difficult stealing, she slowly walked toward a hotel. When the concierge asked her if she lived with her parents, she responded, "I was emancipated." The clerk nodded and handed Syd a small plastic card, her room key. Trudging upstairs, the teen couldn't believe the stupidity that had just been displayed. She went right to her room, number 25. Swiping the key through the scanner, she stepped into her room, flopping down on the bed. Holding the remote in her hand, she clicked on the TV. "Authorities are still resolving the death of Middleton's museum curator. Gathered reports say Leonard Johnson received multiple knife-like cuts, however no weapons were located at the scene of the crime." The news reporter, Tricia Lipowski, had obviously done her research.
Syd turned off the TV and collapsed, asleep.
The next day at school, during lunch, Syd, Sam, Ron, and Des sat at a table, contemplating the demise of whoever was causing the violent attacks. "Anyone have any ideas how we can get rid of this murderer?" Des asked. Murmurs of negativity rang through the table...
Syd said nothing.
That night, Syd was gone again. Disappearing was all too common nowadays, she considered herself not truly a member of her family any longer. Sneaking out to Middleton's pawn shop, her claws cracked through the glass. "You again? Syd, you used to be such a nice kid...buying comics for your little bro-" The employee behind the counter gagged as Syd grabbed the front of his collar. "Give. Me. The. Money. All of it." The former teen heroine hissed.
The only other two people in the store were a young woman and her toddler son. Syd menacingly stepped over to a circuitbreaker. "Circa 1950, eh?" Syd muttered. "Careful..." She paused, destroying the box. "....the thing might be flammable." It caught on fire. The woman shrieked, picked up her child and ran, Syd smirked, satisfied, and leapt out the window.
Staring defiantly at the burning building, a slow, evil smile creeped across her mouth. Leaping up onto a fire escape on an adjoining building, she set off for the wharf.
"Yo. S-Clone." She said aloud upon reaching the warehouse, hoping the clone would hear her. "Look what I got this time, it's really good." She held up a solid gold pocketwatch, glistening in the dim light. "Pocket watch." She pulled out another item. "Motorola cell phone. Flip phone, 500 minutes nationwide. Free on weekends."
"For God's sake, Lipsky, you're not selling on eBay! You're stealing and giving me items!"
"Sorry, ma'am. Anyway..." Syd picked up a pearl necklace. "Lovely necklace, really." She commented. "Twenty dollars. Stolen from the former pawn shop."
"Former?" The clone asked.
Syd drew a finger across her neck, signaling death and destruction for the former business. The clone nodded, an evil smile that matched Syd's growing on her face. The hideout at the wharf was ingenious, no one went there anymore, allowing for evil to reign supreme. On the rare whim someone did venture down to the wharf, they never returned. Never. Syd grinned, thinking of the three or four innocents that had been murdered. She hadn't just gone out and attacked, she had destroyed parts of the docks, carefully so it was impossible to tell whether or not old age and decay had done the piers in.
No doubt, Syd realized, her sister would soon arrive with her sidekick boyfriend, Ron Stoppable. She picked up a handgun. Maybe she could make Des suffer after all....she would not of course, aim for her. She would aim for the heart.
And that can have two different meanings.