A/N: okay, the not at all revised chapter two. I'll update chapter 3 and 4
all tomorrow, okay? =)
CHAPTER 2
When I woke up this morning, I'd already knew where Jacqueline Edwards is, somewhere in Southern Europe. So, as usual, when it's lunch hour, I called Rosemary and told her where Jacqueline was, the address suddenly so clear in my mind, like I don't always get that kind of thing. I mean, the address- so-clear stuff. Anyway, what I didn't expect was when school was over, I would see Malcolm Cranston waiting to pick me up and send me to Dr. Krantz's. Okay, from the first day I joined this "special" group of Dr. Krantz, I'd already realized that Malcolm has the tendency to be weird to me. Well, not exactly weird, but trying to act like Rob, since I guess he already knows that Rob's my boyfriend, due to the fact that he always picks me up after the sessions. I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think he has a crush on me, like maybe the kind that Sean O' Hanahan had on me last time. So, you know, I totally wasn't expecting to see Malcolm Cranston leaning against his VW, clearly waiting for me.
"Oh hi, what are you doing here? Didn't expect to see you," I said to him. I mean, what else could I say? Why in the world are you here to fetch me? You know I always have my best friend Ruth Abramowitz to drive me, so I think you can just leave now, I'll see you at Dr. Krantz's, okay? . No, not the best thing to say, is it?
"Actually, I'm here to take you to the hospital. Because in case you want to know, Rebecca Pierce got hit by somebody called Anonymous," he said to me gruffly.
Wow. I mean, seriously, wow. I didn't expect that. I mean, what's with her Phoebe Charmed power, you know, the vision thing. And what the hell does this guy meant by Anonymous? The way he said it, it sounded like the A for anonymous is capitalized.
"So the guy who attacked her called himself Anonymous? That's weird. Did he leave an 'I'll be back'; I made that stupid quotation mark in the air, "letter or something?"
''No, he didn't leave any letters. I was just giving the attacker a name, Jess. Anyway, let's get moving. I'll tell you more along the way."
And so, by the time we were at the hospital, floor 7, room 7A, I already knew a whole lot about what happened. It seemed that Rebecca, though she's around like late 30s, she still insisted that we call her by her first name, of course this is according to Malcolm, she did have a vision of being attacked. But this time it was a blur one, so she can't tell when it'll happen and even where she'll be attacked. So, she decided to call Dr. Krantz to tell him about the vision, only when she was about to do that, she was hit from the back by something, probably a long hard stick and then when she was unconscious, the attacker took a wine bottle and smashed it to her. Wow. Neat isn't it? And according to Jill, a.k.a Special Agent Smith, there was not a thing that the attacker left, in other words, not even a fingerprint. All I can say is, he's one professional bad guy.
Right now, here we are, the six of us, Special Agent Johnson and Smith, my good FBI friends, Malcolm, Dr. Krantz, Rebecca's husband and me. Rebecca's in coma right now, so she won't be able to tell us about what happened but somehow I got this feeling that the attacker was actually sending me a warning by doing this. He must've realized that if he hurt me, Rebecca, using her Phoebe Charmed psychic power and Malcolm, using his psychic power, which is like mine, tracking missing people, though I don't think he got it by getting stroked by lightning, the attacker must've realized that both of them could catch him in a flash. And given the fact that I'd thought about this, he must be someone we knew. I mean, who else knows about this psychic sessions that I'm attending and who even knows that Rebecca's my friend, except of course for Rebecca's, Malcolm's and my family? Also, these three FBI agents, Rob, my best friend, Ruth, I bet some of Malcolm's friends and Rebecca's know about this too. But why would their friends want to hurt me? Good question, simple answer. It must've been people I know. Maybe from my past, granted, I have this few issues in the compromising department, so I tend to do fist with them instead.
And so, this is why I'm in the ladies' restroom in the hospital on my cell, got it for Christmas, given by my mum, filling in the details of what had happened to Rob. It was so soothing to hear his voice. Well, soothing only until he said this.
"Mastriani, do you hear what I'm trying to say? Stay out of this, the FBI will handle it. I don't want to see you getting hurt or brought back home by the police. Get that? Stay. Out. Of. It."
Harsh. And strict too.
"But if I don't do anything, other people will get hurt, and I think it's already enough that Rebecca's in a coma right now," I said to Rob.
"Are you actually hearing what I said the first time? The FBI will handle it. And who says the attacker attacked Rebecca because of you? I didn't. The FBI didn't. Even Dr. Krantz didn't say anything about it. Get that? It's not your fault."
"Well,... I guess. But you see, Rebecca doesn't hold any grudge with anybody. So does Malcolm, I think. It's only me who's having issues with people. Remember O' Hanahan's kind of evil dad? He could be mad at me because I made his kid went somewhere farther than the first time he was so-called missing. Or it could even be Mark Leskowski's parents seeking revenge on me because I sent their kid straight to jail. So you see Rob, every time something bad happen to people I know and care about, I know it's me they want. I know it, Rob. I can feel it."
If you thought he would agree with what I said after this like I thought he would, than both of us would be so wrong. Because what he said instead, seemed liked he was disagreeing with everything I had just said.
"So, you're saying that every accident around Southern Indiana is because of you? Wow, you sure are famous then, Mastriani, that people hurt other people to get to you. And if you're saying that Mr. O' Hanahan attacked you, tell me exactly, why would he do that? The guy's got loads of money, Mastriani, he doesn't need to bother with a 16 year old girl to get his son back. In fact, he's probably not even interested in finding his son anymore. And Leskowski's parents? I thought I heard from you yourself that they migrated to Hong Kong or where ever land. Why would they fly all the way over from Hong Kong just to attack some lady who is related to you? And didn't you just say that the attacker could be a pro. Are Leskowski's parents former assassins? I don't think so. Stop exaggerating, Mastriani. And stop worrying to much, too."
What he said this time shut me out. It really did. I mean, what he said really did made sense. I mean, Mark Leskowski's parents aren't former assassins or something. Ditto Mr. O' Hanahan, I think. So, all I replied to Rob was just I'll call you again later and went back to room 7A.
After giving second thoughts about what Rob had said, I realized that I had actually believed that I could let the FBI handle it all and this incident that happened to Rebecca really wasn't my fault.
Funny how I could believe that especially when not more than 72 hours later a big parcel was sent right to my house containing a deadly item.
Sent by a person whom Malcolm had nicknamed Anonymous.
CHAPTER 2
When I woke up this morning, I'd already knew where Jacqueline Edwards is, somewhere in Southern Europe. So, as usual, when it's lunch hour, I called Rosemary and told her where Jacqueline was, the address suddenly so clear in my mind, like I don't always get that kind of thing. I mean, the address- so-clear stuff. Anyway, what I didn't expect was when school was over, I would see Malcolm Cranston waiting to pick me up and send me to Dr. Krantz's. Okay, from the first day I joined this "special" group of Dr. Krantz, I'd already realized that Malcolm has the tendency to be weird to me. Well, not exactly weird, but trying to act like Rob, since I guess he already knows that Rob's my boyfriend, due to the fact that he always picks me up after the sessions. I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think he has a crush on me, like maybe the kind that Sean O' Hanahan had on me last time. So, you know, I totally wasn't expecting to see Malcolm Cranston leaning against his VW, clearly waiting for me.
"Oh hi, what are you doing here? Didn't expect to see you," I said to him. I mean, what else could I say? Why in the world are you here to fetch me? You know I always have my best friend Ruth Abramowitz to drive me, so I think you can just leave now, I'll see you at Dr. Krantz's, okay? . No, not the best thing to say, is it?
"Actually, I'm here to take you to the hospital. Because in case you want to know, Rebecca Pierce got hit by somebody called Anonymous," he said to me gruffly.
Wow. I mean, seriously, wow. I didn't expect that. I mean, what's with her Phoebe Charmed power, you know, the vision thing. And what the hell does this guy meant by Anonymous? The way he said it, it sounded like the A for anonymous is capitalized.
"So the guy who attacked her called himself Anonymous? That's weird. Did he leave an 'I'll be back'; I made that stupid quotation mark in the air, "letter or something?"
''No, he didn't leave any letters. I was just giving the attacker a name, Jess. Anyway, let's get moving. I'll tell you more along the way."
And so, by the time we were at the hospital, floor 7, room 7A, I already knew a whole lot about what happened. It seemed that Rebecca, though she's around like late 30s, she still insisted that we call her by her first name, of course this is according to Malcolm, she did have a vision of being attacked. But this time it was a blur one, so she can't tell when it'll happen and even where she'll be attacked. So, she decided to call Dr. Krantz to tell him about the vision, only when she was about to do that, she was hit from the back by something, probably a long hard stick and then when she was unconscious, the attacker took a wine bottle and smashed it to her. Wow. Neat isn't it? And according to Jill, a.k.a Special Agent Smith, there was not a thing that the attacker left, in other words, not even a fingerprint. All I can say is, he's one professional bad guy.
Right now, here we are, the six of us, Special Agent Johnson and Smith, my good FBI friends, Malcolm, Dr. Krantz, Rebecca's husband and me. Rebecca's in coma right now, so she won't be able to tell us about what happened but somehow I got this feeling that the attacker was actually sending me a warning by doing this. He must've realized that if he hurt me, Rebecca, using her Phoebe Charmed psychic power and Malcolm, using his psychic power, which is like mine, tracking missing people, though I don't think he got it by getting stroked by lightning, the attacker must've realized that both of them could catch him in a flash. And given the fact that I'd thought about this, he must be someone we knew. I mean, who else knows about this psychic sessions that I'm attending and who even knows that Rebecca's my friend, except of course for Rebecca's, Malcolm's and my family? Also, these three FBI agents, Rob, my best friend, Ruth, I bet some of Malcolm's friends and Rebecca's know about this too. But why would their friends want to hurt me? Good question, simple answer. It must've been people I know. Maybe from my past, granted, I have this few issues in the compromising department, so I tend to do fist with them instead.
And so, this is why I'm in the ladies' restroom in the hospital on my cell, got it for Christmas, given by my mum, filling in the details of what had happened to Rob. It was so soothing to hear his voice. Well, soothing only until he said this.
"Mastriani, do you hear what I'm trying to say? Stay out of this, the FBI will handle it. I don't want to see you getting hurt or brought back home by the police. Get that? Stay. Out. Of. It."
Harsh. And strict too.
"But if I don't do anything, other people will get hurt, and I think it's already enough that Rebecca's in a coma right now," I said to Rob.
"Are you actually hearing what I said the first time? The FBI will handle it. And who says the attacker attacked Rebecca because of you? I didn't. The FBI didn't. Even Dr. Krantz didn't say anything about it. Get that? It's not your fault."
"Well,... I guess. But you see, Rebecca doesn't hold any grudge with anybody. So does Malcolm, I think. It's only me who's having issues with people. Remember O' Hanahan's kind of evil dad? He could be mad at me because I made his kid went somewhere farther than the first time he was so-called missing. Or it could even be Mark Leskowski's parents seeking revenge on me because I sent their kid straight to jail. So you see Rob, every time something bad happen to people I know and care about, I know it's me they want. I know it, Rob. I can feel it."
If you thought he would agree with what I said after this like I thought he would, than both of us would be so wrong. Because what he said instead, seemed liked he was disagreeing with everything I had just said.
"So, you're saying that every accident around Southern Indiana is because of you? Wow, you sure are famous then, Mastriani, that people hurt other people to get to you. And if you're saying that Mr. O' Hanahan attacked you, tell me exactly, why would he do that? The guy's got loads of money, Mastriani, he doesn't need to bother with a 16 year old girl to get his son back. In fact, he's probably not even interested in finding his son anymore. And Leskowski's parents? I thought I heard from you yourself that they migrated to Hong Kong or where ever land. Why would they fly all the way over from Hong Kong just to attack some lady who is related to you? And didn't you just say that the attacker could be a pro. Are Leskowski's parents former assassins? I don't think so. Stop exaggerating, Mastriani. And stop worrying to much, too."
What he said this time shut me out. It really did. I mean, what he said really did made sense. I mean, Mark Leskowski's parents aren't former assassins or something. Ditto Mr. O' Hanahan, I think. So, all I replied to Rob was just I'll call you again later and went back to room 7A.
After giving second thoughts about what Rob had said, I realized that I had actually believed that I could let the FBI handle it all and this incident that happened to Rebecca really wasn't my fault.
Funny how I could believe that especially when not more than 72 hours later a big parcel was sent right to my house containing a deadly item.
Sent by a person whom Malcolm had nicknamed Anonymous.