Hi! Well, I can't think of anything to say, so ON WITH THE STORY!
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Chapter 20: Where is he?
The Titans started by going to Uncle Pat's house. They drove there in the T-car. When they pulled up in empty driveway, everything appeared normal, but when they got inside, everything was a mess. Chairs were tipped over; drawers were open with their contents all over the floor, and glass from the now broken porcelain angel that used to sit on the hearth was scattered everywhere.
"Titans, split up and look for anything that might be a clue." Said Robin. "Raven and Starfire, you check the kitchen-"
"But we wanted the kitchen!" whined Beastboy gesturing to Cyborg and himself.
Robin paused, his eyebrows raised. "Exactly." He said knowingly. "That's why you guys get to search upstairs. Try not to break anything." He paused and looked at Shadow. "You and I will be searching this mess." He said, nodding towards the wrecked living-room. "Let's go people." Everyone went to their separate areas and started looking.
Shadow silently walked through the mess. She stopped by the broken rocking chair and stooped over, picking up a handkerchief. She sniffed at it. "Robin." She said nervously.
"Yah?" asked Robin, bending over and examining the broken angel by the fireplace.
"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is." She said weakly, handing the cloth to Robin. He sniffed at it and grimaced.
"Sleeping cloth." He said taking another look around. Shadow felt a chill run down her back as she imagined her dad sneaking up on Uncle Pat; the cloth in his hand; him placing it over Uncle Pat's mouth, causing him to drop to the floor motionless.
"Looks like he was looking for something." Said Robin, pulling Shadow out of her reverie. "Anything here house he might've been after?"
"My uncle didn't really have much." She said, picking up papers from the floor and studying them. Bill, bill, bill, postcard from the tax collector, bill.
"Shadow?" Robin asked, picking up books from in front of the bookshelf and flipping through the pages to see if there was anything between the pages.
"Yah?" said Shadow, picking up the lamp on the floor that was miraculously not broken and standing up to replace it on the coffee table.
"What did Slade mean when he said that you did something?" He heard a crash from behind him and spun around, to find Shadow bending over the lamp she had just dropped. She had her head bent over to hide her face which had gone chalk white.
"I'd rather not talk about it." She said quietly. She could feel the color coming back to her face, so she didn't try to hide anymore.
"But it might help if we knew more." He insisted. But when she looked up, he decided it would be best to drop the subject. It was the look in Shadow's eyes. They showed years and years of irreversible pain, and ultimate longing. But where did the pain come from? What was the longing for?
"Never mind." He said. "Do you have any idea where he might be?"
She looked away again. "If I told you . . ." she trailed off.
"Shadow, if you know where he is, we might be able to save your uncle."
She looked back at him, trying to make the decision. "46826 Miamo Street," She sighed. "That's where he'll be."
Robin look surprised at the fact she could give the address so quickly. "Are you sure?"
Shadow looked away from him again. A small sparrow was sitting on the windosil. It was singing a lively tune, reminding the world it was spring. I wish I was that little bird. She thought. So small and carefree. "No one would know better than me." she said.
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How do you like that? Sorry I haven't been able to post for a while! Fanfic erased my story again due to having my story in the wrong place again! Grrrr. I hate it when they do that!