Missing Persons
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Morning crept onto the hills of Peaceful Pines. Claire cuddled her knees thinking hard about her situation.
Claire: Like, I know how to figure out who I am! …Hey! Like, where is my purse?
The nurse nearby came in the room with an expression of curiosity.
Nurse: What's the matta shuga?
She picked up the chart at the edge of the bed.
Nurse: Oh you have amnesia.
Claire: I do NOT throw up to loose weight! Why does that say that on there!
Nurse: Calm down shuga, that's bulimia, amnesia is when you don't remember stuff about who you are or something that happened.
Claire: Well, like, I know THAT problem thanks. So anyways, I was like, looking for my purse? Where is my purse? It's a Prauda purse! So it is probably the only one you have in your little, evidence locker or whatever. It has my I.D. in it.
Nurse: Well aren't we just the little sweet princess? Sorry hun, but those things right there is all that was found with you.
Claire glanced to the small tin cart next to her bed. There sat $400, a lipstick stick, her leather stripped dress with fuzzy cape that she wore as queen, and her mirror compact.
Claire: You have to be kidding me, I never leave my Prauda bag…it's Prauda!
Nurse: All you had with you is what you were wearing. Sorry hun. I'm sure we'll find a missing persons report that matches you just sit tight.
The nurse left the room and mumbled something under her breath a little.
Nurse: Although I have my doubts anyone would want you back.
Claire: UGH! This place like, totally smells funny! How long are they going to keep me here? This is like, supposed to be a hospital, I'm not feeling very hospitalized. At least there is a T.V. in here. But of course it's a 19 inch and it like a mile up in the air.
Claire cuddled her knees under the blanket and pouted angrily as she watched basic television.
Meanwhile back on the streets of the new Neither world.
Bj: Man, I can't figure out where anything is around here. What ever has been rebuilt isn't what was there before. WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PLACE!
Beetlejuice screamed out in frustration on his knees in the intersection of four tall, skinny, and deformed buildings. Suddenly he heard marching coming his way. With no where to hide, he transformed into a striped rat and pretended to nibble on something.
From the darkness of the lamp-lit streets 6 giant muscular monsters wearing matching uniforms marched towards the intersection on their more then tiny legs. Lights turned off and doors locked as the goons passed by.
Bj: What are those guys? I smell rotten cheese here, oh hey, it is rotten cheese. (munch)
Beetlejuice watched the grotesque soldiers split up onto the other streets.
Bj: Apparently there's a new curfew around here. Now where did they come from? I should find Jacques and ask him. I hope the road house is still standing. Now…just have to find it.
The ghoul awkwardly glanced at his surroundings trying to spot the slightest clue to where he was in town.
Bj: PPFFFT! What am I thinking? I'll just float up and get my bearings.
He swiftly glided into the sky. As he turned his head a large row of teeth nearly tore him to shreds. Fear caused the ghost to fall to the cement. Looking up he saw a Sky-worm, but the creature was different then what he had been taught they were like…this one was emitting a lot of smoke from its scales and its glowing red eyes, were the only detail that he could make out, other then its rotting dragon-like wings. Luckily it had not spotted him, or was not interested in him.
Bj: This IS the Neither world right?
(ONK ONK! RRREEAAAOOORRRGGGVRRROOM!)
Beetlejuice turned his attention to the ground shaking noise and was suddenly impaled by a large furry dragster.
Bitey: SQUEE SQUEE!
Doomy backed up and became his regular self as he tried to help his dearest dead friend back to his feet.
Bj: I missed you too, At least you haven't changed. HEY! Do you guys know if the Road house is still in tact?
The two mute friends glanced at each other looking for an answer.
Bj: Didn't think so. My luck. Well, let's search together.
Beetlejuice climbed aboard and the reunited roomies zoomed off into the distance.
Lacey and Samantha walked home from school, not one of them spoke for a good few blocks.
Samantha: So, what's your deal? Why are YOU so quiet?
Lacey: Why are you?
Samantha: I asked first.
Lacey: Well, it's been two years since, that really weird sleep over we had. And since Claire disappeared. Do you think…um-
Samantha: I told you, we had nothing to do with it. We watched zombie movies, and conjured lost spirits, we HAD NOTHING to do with Claire never being found.
Lacey: But, during the conjuring, you said something about her never coming back, what if it went into what we were doing?
The two stopped dead in their tracks as Samantha held Lacey back with one arm.
Lacey: Wha- Woah…
Looking up into the afternoon sky the two friends gazed upon a blood red moon.
Lacey: How pretty.
Samantha: It's more then pretty, it's weird. Its not even dusk, and the moon isn't supposed to be full for another 4 days. We have to look this up.
Lacey: Huh? …oH, yeah..Um, I think the books are at my house.
Samantha: I say we have ourselves an early full moon marathon.
Lacey: That one new were-wolf movie came out yesterday. We can rent it.
Samantha: How did I get so lucky to be paired with the perfect craft sister?
Lacey: You didn't do a spell did you?
Samantha: No spell could get through your cloudy innocence.
They took a left and walked into Lacey's subdivision, Samantha kicked the tire of some jerk's car as he pulled out in front of them.
Lydia and Kyle sat on a hill over looking the town.
Lydia: I'm getting kinda hungry. Wanna go grab a bite?
Kyle: Wait. Just let me finish drawing you in this awesome sky.
Lydia glanced softly into his face as he concentrated on the paper glancing at her every so often. She took her attention away from him for a second as the red moon began to rise above the leaves of the tree Kyle leaned upon
Kyle: I'll never be able to match this orange color in the sky.
Kyle glanced up at her again not noticing her attention on the sky, but instead he began to linger his glare to her soft skin. He began to have a craving in the back of his mind that he didn't fully understand or even notice until she spoke causing him to awkwardly jump back.
Lydia: Does it look good?
Kyle: AH! ..wh-what? Oh, uh, yeah..um, its almost done.
He went back to coloring, and questioning what he was just feeling.
Lydia: Its ok you know.
Kyle looked up at her a bit confused.
Kyle: Um, excuse me?
Lydia: I know we have only been "officially" dating a month, but you are a guy after all, I'm not going to jump off the handle just because I catch you looking at my chest from time to time. Not that I haven't caught you doing it for the last year and a half.
Kyle froze as he stared into her eyes and blushed. His voice then cracked.
Kyle: Uh…um, ok.
Lydia laid her head back in relaxation as she let the wind pull her hair in all directions.
Kyle slowly looked back at her skin, trying to figure out what had his attention last time and caused him to feel whatever it was he was feeling.
Not noticing that a few moments passed by, Lydia cleared her throat softly to get his attention. He looked up a few inches and met his eyes with hers. She gave him a look of hopeless humor.
Lydia: That doesn't mean you can gawk at me all the time.
Quietly he went back to drawing as he tried to hide his blush.
Lydia let out a soft giggle. A giggle, a giggle that she hadn't had since…
Lydia: SO, um, food? Yes?
Before he could say anything Kyle's stomach practically roared at her.
They both looked at each other in surprise, but then just laughed.
She stood up and grabbed his arm helping him to his feet.
They began walking down the hill when suddenly Kyle stopped…grabbing his stomach.
Lydia: You ok?
Kyle took a few paces back and leaned on the tree. Before she could say another word, he began choking, and trying to cough.
Lydia: Kyle? What is it? Kyle? ANSWER ME!
She shook him, and tried patting him on the back. He dropped to his knees as he spit up some chunky blood. His stomach began to make odd sounds as he choked up some more chunky blood. As he bent down to the grass, his irises began to glow a faint yellow as he let out a deep raspy cough and the color faded with out her notice as he breathed in deeply. He reached for her arm and grabbed tight.
Lyida: Kyle, you're..Ow…OW….OW! Kyle let go please!
He began to raise his head, but before he could open his eyes to look at her, a light blue shirt wrapped around his face catching Lydia by surprise.
Endri: Not tonight kid.
He picked Kyle up effortlessly and carried him to the Jeep. Without even looking at her, Endri sped off down the hill.
All Lydia could do was just sit there in shock, trying to sort out what just happened.
Some where, deep in a cave, a man wearing a large fedora-like hat and a trench coat that cuffed around his face at the collar, stood in front of a blazing green fire.
Man: If I can't find you, I'll smoke you out.
He looked up into a hole on the roof of the cavern with a plain view of the red moon.
Man: Perfect. No more hiding my friend. I've been here too long, time to end it.
The man raised his arms and the fire turned purple as his chants echoed into the caverns.
Lacey and Samantha walked out of the video rental store.
Lacey: Sure is getting dark fast.
Samantha: There's something special happening tonight and we need to find out what. Let's hurry to your house.
Lacey: OK … hey, do you think maybe there are some real witches doing something mystical?
Samantha: Possibly something close, but I doubt it's as fairy tale-ish as you make it sound. I'm going to be blunt with you Lacey, whatever it is it's not good in any way.
Lacey: I want to go home now please. I haven't even watched our movie and I'm officially creeped out.
They picked up their pace and took a short cut through the parking lot to the subdivision. Lacey typed in the gate code, and they walked down the street.
Beetlejuice slowly pressed on the brakes as they pulled up to a giant theatre sporting spotlights and red carpets.
Bj: Woah, no wonder this town is dead, everyone's probably here.
Bitey and Doomy could just stare at the lights illuminating the entire night sky.
Beetlejuice took a few steps cautiously to the sidewalk and peered across the street at the limos pulling up. Beetlejuice watched countless celebrities make their appearance and-
Bj: I don't know who a single one of these freaks are. What is this some charity shindig?
A red glittery limo with 90 windows pulled in (eventually).
Beetlejuice transformed into a high class snob so that he could get a closer look.
But who should come traipsing out but-
Bj: GINGER? The FAMOUS Spider? … I think I'm going to be sick.
Somethin fishy is goin on. Whoever can make Ginger famous has to have a BIG DIRTY secret to hide. That secret might be my answer to this riddle.
Beetlejuice transformed into the pelt around a ladies neck as she walked inside.
This is just half the chapter, but I thought I'd give you guys something to read while I finished this chapter.
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