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Part 2
Two cops sat in a dark room looking at pictures that had just been washed. (Sorry don't know what that process is called)
"Steven! What are we gonna do? We have to find that little girl!" one of the cops, a female, cried.
"Bella, calm down. We'll find her. It's our job to find her. We have to find her!" Steven said his voice climbing octaves and decibels.
"Steve. Calm down. It's okay. I'm sure that Mary has a lead for us. And that we'll soon find Eliza and we can take her to safety." Bella assured her partner.
Bella stood up and walked toward the door when her communicator went off.
"Agent Honeybelle report!"
"I'm here sir."
"Yes. Well the P.I. team has pinpointed the teacher she was last seen with's location!"
"Where?"
"Somewhere in Northern New Jersey hidden away from everything. It's suspected that the little girl's in there, but our scouts haven't been able to penetrate the guard that Nancy Caltshire has put up."
"When should I leave boss?"
"Not now. Wait for the messenger, Agent Mockingbird will be at your location shortly."
"Good. Me 'n Steve will be here ready to await your orders sir."
"Over an' out Agent Honeybelle."
Bella put up her communicator, and turned to Steven.
"Hun, we gotta stay where we are 'cause Mockingbird will be here soon with 411 kay?" she said her voice barely a whisper.
Steven nodded and took his position beside the door as the lookout since he was the trained S.W.A.T. team member and she was just a detective.
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I sat with my head in my hands. My honey-blonde curls were matted and my over-all appearance was shabby and dirty. I had not had a home nor talked to anyone for months on end. My world seemed distant, a world that was not mine that definitely did not belong to me. I was a happy little six year old girl in her first grade year with a bunch of little friends in the Pocono Mountains. My parents weren't pimps and prostitutes, and they didn't grow and sell drugs. My mother and grandmother weren't killed by my father, and my Kindergarten teacher didn't kidnap me and stash me away in what she called an 'unplottable' shack.
I was losing the edge on reality. Slowly becoming insane. And more mature than any child my age. Maybe that's why when I met them in years to come they thought I was snobby and stuck-up.
I felt dry tears sting the edges of my eyelids, but no wetness actually fell. I couldn't cry. I was unable to. I couldn't cry...
Now you might be thinking, 'So what? Who cares if she can cry? It doesn't make a difference to me.' But when a six year old can't cry, there's definitely something wrong. Which in my life, happened to be everything.
I heard something move outside the door. I wondered why I just hadn't left already, but every time I went towards the door my mind wandered and I suddenly became interested in the potted plant in the corner or the cracked plastic cup on the ground.
Somebody had come in a few months back and I asked about this but they said something like obliviate or something. I didn't remember what I had asked, nor my name nor where I was and who my parents were. I struggled to remember for a few days and at the end of the third day I remembered everything. It was a strange occurrence.
The door opened and a woman walked in. She had long silky black hair, a small face with glittery blue eyes the color of the sky, and small dainty red painted lips. She was wearing a strapless, black silk and lace bra and a short, black satin skirt that showed her half her ass and accentuated her lacy black thong. She was wearing black, six inch whore heels to complete her prostitute's get-up.
"Kay Hun!" she said shrilly with fake enthusiasm. "It's time to go!"
"Whaddya mean go?" I asked with spite in my voice.
"I mean it's time to leave this slimy shack and move to my mansion! Didn't Nan tell ya?"
"Tell me what?" I spat.
"That I'm your new guardian silly!"
"No," I said nonchalantly, "Miss Nancy C didn't tell me nuthin about a new guardian you fuckin whore."
"KID! Watch your fucking language! I will not tolerate a swearing six-year-old in my humble abode!" she screamed.
"What's your name whore?"
"M-My name?"
"Yes. Your name."
"I-It's Miranda. Miranda Goshawk."
There was an awkward silence after she said that, and Miranda was the first one to move. She grabbed me by the hand and proceeded to drag me out of the derelict shack.
"Watch where you touch me whore!" I yelled.
Miranda the Whore didn't answer and just continued to drag me to her black Porsche convertible. She literally threw me into the passenger's seat, and climbed in next to me in the driver's seat.
"We're going to have soooo much fun Lizzie!"
From the second she called me Lizzie I hated her with such a vibrant passion that it would be a miracle if I didn't kill her on the spot, but unfortunately I was only six and probably half her size. Though if she had taken off those whore heels I might be three quarters her size...
Miranda started the car and drove off down the right side of the road muttering inaudible noises and curses under her breath.
"Damn kids," she muttered.
"Always getting in my fucking way, and now as a favor to Harvey I have to take care of his whining brat."
"Great. Just fucking great."
"Um... Miss Whore? What did you say?" I asked with somewhat of a grin.
"NOTHING! I SAID NOTHING YOU LITTLE BRAT! NOW SHUT UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!" she screamed.
We drove for hours, and made tons of turns, and backtracked a bit, then finally after close to ten hours, we got out of the car and walked up to a big black mansion.
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"Agent Mockingbird," Bella greeted.
"Agent Honeybelle," Mockingbird replied.
"You have 411 for us?"
"Yes Bella, I have the info you want. I'm just upset that it's you and Steve that get to go and not me."
"Mary it's ok. You have the job of tracking Harvey."
Mary swished her ketchup red hair behind her shoulder and looked at Bella with her watery aquamarine eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you're right Bell, so anyways where was I?"
"411 Mare 411."
Mary shuffled her feet and looked down towards the floor. She whipped her head up so fast that Steven and Bella were sure that she would have whiplash.
"411. Oh shit. We must hurry. I fear that Miranda Goshawk might have gotten to her by now."
"Miranda Goshawk? The author of the Standard Book of Spells series?"
Mary's eyes rolled back into her head and she went into full seer mode.
"No. Her daughter, Miranda Prosperity Goshawk the II. Renowned whore and prostitute as well as drug dealer and crime ring member. She came to the U.S. when she was fifteen to marry her baby's father, Harvey Frankland, but found that he was already married to a one Marie Le' Tourneau. (Yes I know that means something along the lines of 'the tournament' or some such, but it was all I could think of forgive me) She was enraged and beat herself in the stomach until she miscarried and then turned to a life of prostitution, drugs, and crime rings. She is now the personal whore of Harvey Frankland himself and plans to redeem herself in his eyes by doing anything and everything he says. If he asks her to take care of his daughter, she'll take care of his daughter, if he asks her to blow herself up with a hand grenade, she'll blow herself up with a hand grenade..."
Mary's eyes returned to their normal position and she slowly came back to reality.
"Mare, that was great! Your powers are getting easier to use! Now where will we find Eliza?" Steven said his voice changing from ecstatic to solemn in the blink of an eye.
"5467 Riverbird Avenue, Weltam, New Jersey. The house is a little shack hidden way back in the forest, however there is a secret little driveway to the shack through the forest where the foliage is most dense. I wish your two well on your journey into the darkness, for you will not resurface for a long time. Don't worry either. I will be there to help you along the way my friends."
"Kay. Now Mary when do we leave? Are you coming with us?" Bella rushed jumping up and down like a six year old.
Mary threw her head back and laughed.
"Bella you never cease to amaze me! I mean one minute you're all down to Earth and totally into your work and then the next you're floating so high in space that nobody can get you down no matter how hard they try! But to answer your questions, we leave as soon as word comes from the boss and yes of course I'm coming with you! Just not in human form. I'll be traveling in my animagus form."
"Mary has anybody ever told you that you talk way to damn much?" Steven grinned.
"Yep! All the time!" Mary smiled back at Steven while Bella was glaring at the two of them with a playful glint in her eyes.
Mary looked up at the reddish black ceiling of the dark room and transformed into a nondescript mockingbird with aqua eyes and a hint of red in it's blackish-grey feathers. She flew off out the door of the room and proceeded out the window flying high into the daytime sky.
"Steve we gotta get going or the boss is gonna kill us. Plus I wanna find this little girl! It's the most important thing in the world to me! Maybe we can save this one!" Bella exclaimed.
Steven nodded and they walked out the door of the room they had been in and headed the same direction that Mary had flown off a few minutes before.
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"Wooooooow!" I said astonished.
I never thought that a whore could live so well. My mother was a whore and we never had this much stuff...
"Lizzie darling could you be a dear and fetch your Auntie Miranda a cold beer from the fridge?" the whore said her speech slightly slurred from the three beers she had had already.
"No."
She looked at me blearily and blinked her eyes a couple times as if shocked that I had refused to take orders from her. She got to her feet, wobbling on her whore heels a bit before stumbling over to where I was watching Maisy on Nickelodeon's Noggin. I was definitely not prepared for what happened next.
She tripped, fell, and her head smashed into the television set.
I could see blood oozing from where the screen had cut her neck, upper back, and face. It was a terrible sight to say the least. I moved to sit beside the woman whom I had only known for a short period of time and hated during it. I suddenly realized something. This woman was like a slave. A slave... How could I tell? Easy. She had no tattoo anywhere on her body. The ones who matter always have tattoos. Or at least the ones in my father's crime ring did.
My father was the head of the ring; his entire torso (including the privates) was covered in tattoos of the full moon and big black dogs that looked as if they could kill you with a quick snap of their jaws, and foxes, and scary looking hooded creatures with clammy looking hands, and a person who looked like a hybrid between snake and man. The snake man had beady red almond shaped eyes, and two slits like a snake for a nose. He was extremely tall and had very spindly long fingers like that of a spider. In the tattoo the man was standing over a boy with a stick in his hands while his snake-like mouth seemed to be forming words. The boy was slumped against a headstone looking extremely tired for wear and not seemingly able to protect himself. When I first saw this tattoo I cried, and my father beat me for being a weak-minded woman.
Little did I know that this tattoo would hold a special meaning later on in my youthful years.
I bent down to where my dead guardian lay and ran my small fingers through her silky black hair. I didn't know her for very long, but I always thought that you should honor the dead. I said a prayer to any god that might be out there and hoped for her spiritual release. Of course I don't believe in that stuff now, but back then I was still brainwashed into believing that shit.
I wondered how long I was going to be in this mansion with nobody here. Knowing my luck the bastards would find out that she was dead and torture me elsewhere for the rest of my days.
I got up, and walked out of the room to explore my surroundings and find the kitchen.
The house was big to say the least. All in all, I counted 62 bedrooms, 45 living areas, 6 kitchens, 75 bathrooms, and 224 rooms that seemed to have no purpose at all. 412 rooms. Big house, or so I thought.
Seeing as I was the only one there, I had free pick of bedrooms and bathrooms and kitchens, and play/living areas etc. I picked the black master bedroom, and the attached master bath with the pitch black living area and the black as night kitchen down the hall from my bedroom.
Yes, selfish I know.
But you have to understand, I was six, and taking care of myself in a gigantic mansion with my guardian's body in the main hall, her head smashed into the television. Have that and all the other things that have happened to me happen to you and see how you feel.
I wasn't sure how long I was going to stay here, but I was going to make sure that I enjoyed it.
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Somewhere in a place called St. Ottery Catchpole, two little boys were fussing over a trick that they were going to pull on their little brother.
"Fred! We oughta turn his teddy bear into a giant spider! You know how scared he is of spiders!" the first little carrot-topped boy exclaimed.
"No, no George! We should give 'im an Acid Pop! It'll burn right through 'is tongue and then Mum'll be stuck tryin' to repair the hole in 'is tongue!" the second red-head said.
"Oh blast it all Fred! I got another one! It hurts!" George cried.
George held his head and started silently weeping.
"The images are so vivid Fred. I'm scared. I just want them to end. I don't know what I'll do if they don't stop soon."
"What did you see?"
"It was the little girl. She was taken from the shack by a black-haired whore and driven to a mansion."
"That doesn't sound so bad George."
"Then the whore had a few beers and when she asked the little girl to get her another one the little girl refused..."
"That still doesn't sound nearly as bad as the other ones George..."
"LISTEN! After the little girl refused the whore got up out of the chair she was sitting in and wobbled over to the girl on her whore heels. She tripped and fell, and her head smashed into the telly. She broke the screen and her face, neck, and upper back was a mess of blood and thick glass..." George's voice broke and he started crying again.
"Fred! It-it's so unbearable! I want to die!"
"There, there George. It'll be alright."
Fred hugged his twin brother and they sat there, next to a small pond hidden by tall bushes, hoping that things would get better for the little girl so that the visions that George would get every so often would go away, or at least get happier so he wasn't crying and threatening to kill himself...
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They stopped the nondescript grey Honda Civic on a dirt path in a hobunk hill town in New Jersey. Steve stepped out of the car in a flannel shirt like the kind that lumberjacks wear, a pair of torn-up, worn-out blue jeans, and thick, sturdy, brown work boots. His speckled black-brown hair was just above ear-length, and wild as the western winds. His indigo blue eyes carefully scanned the area for something seemingly hidden amongst the leaves of the forest. Steve stood on his tip-toes in an attempt to try and see over the tree tops, but alas, he was only 6' 1" and there for not able to see over the forty story tall trees.
Bella got out of the car and stood next to him, her wavy, honey colored hair blowing in the soft autumn wind. She too was looking out at the forest line for something with her one ice blue eye and her one coffee brown eye. She unlike Steve wasn't tall and could hardly even see over the five foot tall grasses that swayed to and fro across the desolate village of Weltam, New Jersey.
"I don't see it Steve," Bella said squinting to get a better view of the forest's edge.
"Neither do I Bella. They've hidden it damn good." Steve replied.
"But we have to find it! We have to! Eliza could be in there!"
"Don't worry Bell, we'll find it. We just have to look harder."
A reddish-tinged mockingbird with aquamarine eyes few around the couple and finally landed on Bella's shoulder.
"Hey Mare, we're just looking for that driveway that you told us about." Bella told the mockingbird.
The mockingbird flew off in the direction of the forest and Bella and Steve followed it as if they trusted it with their lives. The red mockingbird stopped where the foliage was much denser than the rest of the forest's edge and pointed its beak through the leaves and branches.
"That way Mare? It would be much easier if you would transform back into your regular form so that we can talk to you." Bella said trustingly.
The cherry-colored mockingbird changed into a short, thin woman with tomato-paste hair and ocean water blue eyes.
"Better Bell?" Mary asked.
"Yeah, now let's find this driveway that you told us of."
"Kay! It's this way through this dense foliage here!"
Mary backed up and prepared to charge through the branches, when Steve grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back away from the trees. Mary looked up at Steve with a huge childish glare on her face and puffed out her lip like a little girl.
"Steeeeve! I wanna go first! Leggo o' me lemme go!" Mary whined.
"No."
Mary roared and tried to punch Steve with everything she had.
"I wanna go first! I was the one stuck flying here with my own two wings! While you two were enjoying the ride in a nice safe car! I. WANT. TO. GO. FIRST."
"No. I'm going first. I have to protect you ladies don't I?"
"Mare, just quit while you're behind. Steve's gonna win matter what we do, so let him go first." Bella sighed and approached her friend with open arms.
Steve started what Mary had been doing before, bracing himself for the impact with hard branches. He ran as the two ladies watched and was about to ram into the tree when the tree disappeared and was replaced by a long winding driveway.
"Umm... okaaaaaay..." Steve said with slight uneasiness and disbelief.
Mary rolled her eyes and thought 'Men! Don't know when to give up! I knew that would happen!' Steve walked onto the path and started looking around in bewilderment. Soon Bella and Mary followed him and headed down it towards what they suspected to be the hiding place the little girl was in.
There was nothing special about the trail. It was dirt, there were half-grown trees aligned along the edges, there weren't any rabid animals just itching to bite at people, nothing.
Steve was now pinching Bella's arm with intense fascination, while Bella was trying to ignore him, and failing miserably. Mary rolled her eyes at the two and thought, 'God damn! They still act like they're in frikkin kindergarten!' She veered over towards Steve and gave him a slight shove with her magical aura, knocking him over and screamed, "Look you kinder tots, I don't have time to deal you two! So act like cops or go home!"
Steve and Bella shared a look and turned to face Mary.
"Alright Mare, we'll stop. We just wanted to irritate you before we got there." Bella grinned.
"Yah, Mare, we were just having a bit of fun! You're so up-tight!" Steve looked at Mary with an evil glint in his eyes and grinned an evil grin twice the size of Bella's.
"Okay... well are we going to go find this girl or what?" Mary smirked like a certain someone who we will know in the future.
The honey-haired one and the muscled man grinned at each other and started walking down the driveway to see what they would find.
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A/N: Hey peeps. I would've updated this sooner, but I kinda forgot that I was reposting it. I'm such a scatter brain. Well I finished the newest chapter. It'll be up sooner or later depending on how often I update this. Heh. Well Read and Review like always