Beyond the Shattered Glass
By Raining Dreams ("Bunny")
...Lesigh...: I'm feeling especially depressed at the moment, which does not bode well when I'm writing. I'm attributing it to being separated from my best friend too much. Allison and I are like peanut butter and jelly; like macaroni and cheese. You don't separate us. You just DON'T. We've both resorted to crying again and all we can do is hug at Borders on Saturdays and cry to one another over the phone. Neither of us can draw, we're listless about school, and nothing seems...FUN anymore. It's just...yeah. I went to a Kerry thing last night. It was a blast... We did this one thing where we held candles and signs at the edge of the road right before ol' Dubbya's speech and saw how many people we could get to honk for us XD We DID get a few Hawaiian good luck signs, though. Oh well. Silly Republicans are so spiteful...
Disclaimer: Well... I don't own Detective Conan, or really anything else. Erm.... I own this Easy Mac I'm eating...does that count?
Beyond the Shattered Glass: File 6
Megan returned roughly 7 hours after she left for "school", dropping her bags on the doorstep and calling, "You're RULER is here!". Whiskey looked up from the paper he'd been skimming over, giving the child a sinister little grin.
"Welcome home, Meggy. What'd you learn in school today?" He had adopted the role of 'dad' for the little menace. He felt it might make her work better and bend to his will more easily. Kids were just like that. Megan raised a sarcastic brow, frowning and staring at him for a moment.
"Call me Meggy one more time, and you will find your lower jaw being ripped off by an eight-year-old and being thrown across the room." She didn't say it in a particularly threatening way; in fact, she didn't show much emotion at all. She just said it coldly. She slumped into the nearest chair, which was across the table from her elder, placing her elbows on the table, steepling her fingers in front of her face, glaring at a somewhat shaken Whiskey. You really couldn't ever be ready for something like that from an eight-year-old. "Now. I demand to be left ALONE in that room with the prisoner. I want to have my fun and I can't do it with those buffoons in there."
"Now, now, Megan, sweety." Whiskey began, matching the girl's glare and throwing it back. "Let's not be hasty. I don't know if I can trust you yet and--"
"Trust," she interjected. "Is not an issue, Whiskey. At least it wont be until you tell me no again. That little word is what has killed and injured numerous people. I'll tell on you in a heartbeat, and trust me: My teachers and classmates WILL notice I'm gone, so don't you dare try to pull anything." The man shifted his glance to the wall to their left, and you could just see the cogs turning. He mumbled something that looked distinctly like 'stupid tattletale', before turning back to her.
"Fine. But if he goes missing, it'll be your head." Megan smirked.
"Good. Oh. And ignore the screams."
"Just don't kill him. Not until Vodka and Gin show up." she paused.
"... I wanna codename."
"What?"
"You heard me. I want a codename, Whiskey." He paused, thinking.
"Daiquiri. You know, like a Strawberry Daiquiri." Megan smirked.
"Mmk. Good. Daiquiri. I like it." She raised, walking gracefully down the hall to where they were holding Jimmy. Whiskey shook his head, staring after her. What a little brat. Even he hadn't been that bad. The child leaned in the doorway, jutting a thumb at the hall.
"Hey. Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum. Move it or lose it. He's allllll mine." The two men exchanged glances. She sighed. "Don't make me tear off your scalps. Ask Whiskey if you don't believe me. Now. OUT." The two blinked dumbly before deciding it was best not to mess with the little firecracker. She'd already given one of them a large bruise on the knee for getting her the wrong flavor juice box the night before. They left, and Megan closed the door with a satisfied smirk behind herself with her back, pressing against it, giving the apparently weary and delirious Jimmy a rather evil look.
"You're all mine now, Kudo. Prepare for the worst few days of your pathetic life." He looked up, making himself look as pathetic as possible.
" Please...water....mercy..." he choked out, clawing gently at his bars. The Rachel part of the girl wanted to cry out and comfort him, but she knew quite well she couldn't. She HATED this body. So, she just folded her arms, getting a glass of water from the small dispenser they'd set up in there, walking over to him, and slowly pouring it out just out of his reach.
"Thirsty, lovely?" she inquired in a contented voice. He frowned.
"Please... Megan, isn't it? Listen, and I'll let you in on a secret." he said with a slightly perkier voice. She shifted her weight to one leg, folding her arms, raising a brow.
"Whatever it is, I already know it." she said matter-of-factly, but listened all the same.
"Those guys in there? They're cops. And they're keeping me here to keep YOU here so the FBI can get here." Internally, Rachel cracked up. Ai was right! He was plotting! Jimmy, you clever devil!
"Pfft. I don't believe you. You just want out. I'm too smart for you, Kudo." she snapped. He frowned. She was smarter than he had thought. Then something dawned upon him. At this close proximity, the resemblance she bore to a young Rachel was stunning. His eyes narrowed.
"...Rache...?" he inquired in an unsure way, tilting his head lightly to one side in curiosity. Oh...CRAP. What do I do? He's figured me out! What do I do??! She decided to play it off.
"Moron. You're delusional. She's dead... I got to BURN the body. I wanted to do it here, but they said I would get blood all over and people would smell her charred flesh." Tears sprung to Jimmy's eyes, a lump placing itself firmly in his throat. The child observed this. "Aw. Poor pet misses his wittle girl..." she crooned in a sickly sweet way...
At the airport...
Eri looked around anxiously, a fist placed over her mouth in worry. Where was Richard?? She needed him. That's when she caught a glimpse of him walking quickly towards her, waving furiously. She stopped, tears streaming down her face.
"Ri...Richard!" she whimpered, running up and throwing her arms around him, sobbing rather violently. He dropped his bags and embraced her, burying his face into her well maintained, business-cut hair.
"Shh...Eri, don't worry. We're going to find Rachel...she's fine... I promise Eri... calm down." That's when it hit him. This was the first time they'd embraced in well over five years...at least! He held her close, the shoulder to his beaten suit jacket getting damp from her tears. A single tear slipped down his cheek and into his wife's hair. Rachel had always had a knack for bringing people together...
They shortly there after exited, off to join the other detectives working on the case. The best had all been called in to try to solve this mysterious case; They didn't have much to work with, though. They didn't know where she'd disappeared from, if she'd still been with Jimmy, where Jimmy WAS, and they hadn't found any bodies or any blood, for that matter. A blank slate. A clean case. And it was making it beyond difficult to find her.
At the base...
Jimmy didn't care. Tears streamed down his cheeks in small rivers. "Shut up, you little prat!" he cried, reaching out and grabbing violently for her. He wanted to strangle her; to kill this satanic little...THING... with his own hands. Megan backed away slowly, eyes slightly widened.
"Cool it, lover boy." she said quietly in a vain attempt to make him quit his small screams of anguish as he stopped his assault, falling fully on all fours, heaving with each powerful sob and cry. Rachel felt tears well up in the eyes of her 8-year-old body's eyes. Jimmy...no... please don't cry... please.
"RACHEL!" he called desperately, as if calling to her would cause her to magically appear. So, here she was. She could tell him and make him feel infinitely better, but then she ran the risk of both of them dying. But with this...she wasn't sure how much longer it would take for both of them to snap...Decisions, decisions.
Yay...: Well, according to WebMD my best friend and I are showing minor symptoms of multiple personality disorder and separation anxiety... Yeah o.O; Anywho. We had a Kerry thing today. We stood out at an intersection and waved signs and junk. We got several "Republican Good-Luck signs". Heres the REAL kicker, though. After about an hour and a half of screaming and yelling like deranged political cheerleaders, we noticed that police were pulling into the gas-station across the street. We stared for a bit, before some people from there came over and informed us that we'd gotten over 30 complaints over our presence. That's over 15 complaints an hour XD I feel oddly proud. Stupid Republican Bush morons...