Somewhere I Belong

By: Suchan deFamine aka crazy ass who listens to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack all Christmas break instead of Christmas music. God, how addictive it is.

2 da peepz: YAY! People actually like this! Now, if FFN can stop being such a fucking pain in the ass, maybe this story would look right… instead of starting with chapter two, going to chapter two, and so on. Dear God, how I hate this upgrade.

ANYWAY. You didn't come here to hear me rant and rave like an angry lunatic, did you? Nope. Here, take your cookies and go read.

:P

Chapter 4.

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Manfred found himself whistling 'White Christmas' on his way down the stairs and stopped. His feet slowed. There was no noise from the kitchen, and …certainly, he thought, rounding the corner, Asa wouldn't have let a cookie cutter fall on the floor…

By the way, where is he?

He stopped at the door and stared into the cheerfully lighted kitchen, strands of blue bulbs blinked happily at him from round the window. The light blue countertop was covered in flour, evidence of a Christmas baking frenzy, but the baker was nowhere in sight. Instead, a cloud of flour had fallen to the ground and led away to the back door in fainter and fainter footsteps.

Where the door lay open, swinging dangerously in the winter wind, there was a slip of paper stuck on the key hook, where the keys…to the car…always…were. Shit!

We've got him. If you want him back, come to 114 Seven Oaks Drive in your old neighbourhood. There you will find him… if you hurry.

Signed…your former father.

God damn his soul to hell! (It probably was already but it couldn't hurt to think that…)

That was the final straw. He was going to find Asa and murder his father. Even if it is against the law.

:P

That night, Manfred packed a coat and an extra change of clothes, locked all the doors and windows, and set out for Great Britain, to save his love.

:P

It was taking all his strength not to start banging his head against the window.

"But then Abby walked right in with the cake and says, 'What's all the fuss?' Can you believe it?"

'I can't believe they haven't locked you up yet,' Manfred grumbled silently to himself. Of all the people, ALL the people, to get stuck sitting by on the plane…it had to be Old Flapjaw. The old lady had the charm of a raccoon in your picnic basket.

He grabbed the headset next to him and jammed it on his ears. The in-flight movie was It's A Wonderful Life.

George stopped her. "What is it you want, Mary? Do you want the moon? Just say the word and I'll lasso it for you."

He smirked. Well, at least the lesser of the two evils had a plot.

"And then what?"

"Well…then you'll swallow it, and it'll all dissolve and the moonbeams will shoot out of your fingers and toes and the ends of your hair…"

Manfred smiled sadly, the hole in his heart gaping. He closed his eyes and hoped to God he'd find Asa in time.

The old lady dug in her purse for pictures. "This one's of my great-grandniece, Alberta. She lives in Canada…"

:P

Manfred rushed out of the airport and tapped a guy hailing a taxi. "Hey. Where're you headed?"

The man looked at him strangely. "I'm headed for the Heights, over in Canterbury. Why?"

(AN: Canterbury? Why not. I'm not familiar with England so if someone who is would like to suggest a vagueishlocation wherethe Heightswould be located.... thanks so much...)

"Can I come with you?"

Another weirded out glance. "How come?"

"I'll pay for half your taxi fare."

"Well…alright. Hop in."

Manfred caught himself before hugging the grumpy, sleepless-looking man before him.

"Thank you."

"Yeah."

And he was already a thousand miles closer.

:P

End Chapter 4

:P

….hmmm. Manfred Bloor asking for help from someone? Begging, no less. I think I'm hallucinating.

Manfred: ::jams a bucket over Suchan's head:: Get over yourself.

Asa: o.o;

Charlie: ::happened to be walking by at the moment::

Manfred: That's a detention, Bone.

Charlie: What for?

Manfred: For stealing my cookie!

Suchan: Those were supposed to be for the readers, dear.

Manfred: ::looks around shiftily:: What they don't know can't hurt em.. er…uh… bye! ::grabs Asa and skedaddles::

Asa: OO; ::sweatdrops:: GWAH! PUT ME DOOOOOOOWN!!

Suchan: o.O MMMkay. Reviews?

OH! I need someone...once I get chapter six up... to beta the epilogue for me. Volunteers?