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Chapter Five
As they all climbed into the helicopter, Kat whispered in Emily's ear, "You know, I could have managed to be able to come without your help."
Emily snorted. "Um, yeah. By turning into a big giant freak that makes fireballs? Yeah. Real mature..."
"It's called a goblin."
"Yeah, whatever…"
They found their seats in the helicopter, and sat down, preparing for a long journey.
Emily sat between Kat (who sat on the end), and Artemis, who was receiving approving looks from Butler. She looked at the floor and said to no one in particular, "You know, I'm hoping this ride will explain everything that's been going on. Start talking, now."
Kat turned toward Emily, and explained everything that had gone on for the past twenty years in twenty seconds, faster than a blur, until Emily put a hand on Kat's mouth, signaling to shut up, and requested it slower.
Kat started. "Um, OK. So, here's a timeline for you. Seventeen years ago, a woman gave birth to twins, and gave one up for adoption. Twelve years later, an escaped prisoner moved to a big city called Altoona, where that twin happened to be living. Two years later, the other twin finds the prisoner, and hires her to befriend the adopted twin. Three years later, the prisoner drags the adoptee out of her house and to a landing point in the woods. End of timeline."
Emily stared at her. "So he's my twin?" They nodded. "Um, and you're an escaped prisoner... um, where did you escape from, and what were you charged with?"
Kat's smile grew very wide. "I'm what you can call a chameleon fairy. I can shu... snu... shni... shoe sniff? no, that's not it... um, shape- shift! there we go! So, I used to live underground, but I became a prisoner, and I escaped, and came to live with the humans."
Emily's brow furled. "What was your crime?"
Kat sort of shrunk in her seat. "Identity theft and murder."
Butler turned around. "Murder!" he screamed. "Nobody said anything about a murderer!"
Kat blushed up to the roots of her hair. "It was involuntary. I took the form of a mass murderer, and sometimes, I take their minds too, if the person I'm impersonating is dead. I really didn't mean to kill him, but the murderer's brain took control and pushed my mind out of the way. I was locked up in a hi sec prison cell afterward… Oops…"
Artemis stepped in. "Ok, so I think we should sleep now." He handed each of the three of them a pill and a plastic cup of water. "Swallow these, and we'll get there faster."
Emily took the pill easily without the water, and instantly felt woozy. She fell asleep in her seat, surrounded by two people - one that made a difference in her life, and one that was going to make a difference.
ooh, copter ride... funness
yeah, short chapter, longer one next time
sugar game time!
I paused at the doorway. "Mr. Fisk," I
whispered.
He straightened up, turned, saw me. I had, at least,
the satisfaction of his surprise.
"I've come," I managed
to say, "To be one of the crew.
For a second time I stood in
the forecastle. The room was as dark and mean as when I'd first seen
it. Now, however, I stood as a petitioner in sailor's garb. A glum
Fisk was at my side. It hadn't been easy to convince him I was in
earnest about becoming one of the crew. Even when he begrudged a
willingness to believe in my sincerity he warned that agreement from
the rest of the men would be improbable. He insisted that I lay the
matter before them immediately.
So it was that three men from Mr.
Hollybrass's watch, Grimes, Dillingham and Goley, were the next to
hear my plea. As Fisk had foretold, they were contemplating me and my
proposal with very little evidence of favor.
"I do mean it,"
I said, finding boldness with repetition, "I want to be the
replacement for Mr. Johnson."
"You're a girl,"
Dillingham spat out contemptuously.
"A pretty girl,"
Foley put in. It was not meant as a compliment. "Takes more than
canvas britches to hide that."
"And a gentlewoman,"
was Grimes's addition, as though that was the final evidence of my
essential uselessness.
"I want to show that I stand with
you," I pleaded. "That I made a mistake."
"A
mistake?" Foley snapped. "Two able-bodied men have
died!"
"Besides," Dillingham agreed, "you'll
bring more trouble than good."
"You can teach me,"
I offered.
"God's fist," Grimes cried. "She thinks
this a school!"
"And the captain," Foley asked.
"What'll he say?"
"He wants nothing to do with me,"
I replied.
that's it! five hearts if you can get the name of the book!
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