Runaways
Wazzup people? Thx to erickdragon101 for reviewing, and Heiduska (hope I got that right) for giving me nine reviews in a row, and Kitty Terula for reviweing, too But, I've got something to say to you erick; that "poem" thing you wrote about Octo Kaiser, well, that was low. Very low. At Octo's level low. So don't do that again, plz. It made you look like the four-year-old that Kaiser is mentally. Not good... On a completely different note, despite the fact I said Sly was in this Chapter last time, I changed things around a bit to make more sense (I hope), so it turned out he's not in this Chapter. Sorry 'bout that.
Chapter 11: Journals
"Jade, where's your car?" asked Violet. It was now 9:30 am, and she'd just noticed that her sister's blue Jetta wasn't in the parking lot outside.
"It got stolen. Again," said Jade wearily. She had slept for about four hours.
The phone rang. Jade picked it up. "What?... I'd come, but my car's gone... Really... David, calm down please... Ask Jay if he can come pick me up in an hour or two... Bye. " She hung up.
"What did he want?" asked Amy.
"Nothing. Nothing important, anyway."
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Two hours later, the doorbell rang.
"What?" yelled Jade.
"It's me. Open up."
Violet opened the door. "Hi, Jay. You're her for my sis, right?"
"Yep... Is Melody here?"
"Uhh... yeah, why?"
"Just a sec." Jay walked into the living room, were Melody and Amy were playing a card game, waiting for Violet to get back for her turn. "Mel, David wants you to come too."
Melody looked up. "Sure."
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David had sent Jade and Jay out on a recon mission, leaving him and Melody there at his apartment, because there was something he wanted her to do.
"I imagine you've heard of the J.A. killer?" he asked.
"Yeah. You narrowed it down to Jade and Jenny, didn't you?"
David frowned. "How'd you know?"
"Because I searched the police archives, and those were the two that matched."
He nodded. "Yes, than you know why I want to know who it is, correct?"
"Yep."
"Good. I managed to get both Jade and Jenny's journals here. I want you to go through them, to see if there's any evidence, clues, who is the killer," David said.
"So you want me to go through their private stuff to see which is a psycho?"
"Er... yes."
Melody grinned. "Great."
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Melody was in the study by herself; Dave had left for a meeting with Bentley, to see if there was a way they could help each other again. She was going through Jade's journal first, because she suspected that Jade was a lunatic. Jade was the one who had dyed her fur green and wore the mildly gothic clothes, after all.
Turning the pages, there was nothing incriminating yet, except perhaps the hundreds of drawings in the margins of the pages, some of which were pictures of knives, daggers, or swords. That was one thing that Melody, and Amy, had noticed when they went by Jade's room; one of the walls looked like a museum display case of various sharp metal weapons. The samurai sword was the one that Melody thought was the coolest-looking.
The song lyrics in her journal were sort of dark, but nothing overly disturbing. Melody turned to the page dated 10/30/05. Today.
It was completely blank. Not surprising, seeing that she probably only wrote in it during the evening.
Then, in Jade's flowing way of writing, four words appeared on the page: Drop the book ,Mel. Melody dropped it, out of shock. What the...
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Jay could hear Jade laughing softly to herself in the backseat. He turned around. "What's so funny?"
Jade was reading a book that she had brought with her. "Oh, nothing." To herself she thought, Never read my dairy again, Mel.
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Melody hastily put Jade's journal back on the table, and grabbed Jenny's diary. The dates in it went back to January 2003.
Melody went through, ignoring the expected cheerful illustrations and entries, until 07/23/03. The writing on this page was hardly legible, it was so shaky, and the spots where the pen ink was blotted out by water, or tears, didn't help much. But Melody could still read one line: Someone murdered my father today.
Melody read, reread, this sentence in disbelief. Her dad had been killed? Not good. It could be her.
The next few months were completely blank. Then, Melody found a hieroglyphic circle in black ink. It looked... sort of satanic, for some reason. She touched it, and quickly drew her finger back.
"Ouch." There was a cut on her finger in the shape of the piece of the circle she had touched. But her attention was quickly brought back to the evil-looking drawing.
The black ink was now blood red, distorting slightly. It looked like there were drips forming on it, drips that would fall up.
The blooddrops did fall up, spattering the white ceiling with red. Then, it went from drops to a steady stream, to a thick torrent of the crimson liquid shooting up, flooding the ceiling. Melody backed away from Jenny's dairy. It looked like a horror movie scene.
Something hit her in the chin. She looked down at the floor. The beige carpet wasn't beige anymore, it was turning dark red, the drips going up. This, thought Melody, is sure as hell not normal. It was like being in a rainstorm, only a lot more... surreal.
The walls were running red, as well, the windows, all of the room, save for one part. The hieroglyphic circle was on the wall, huge, the only thing on the walls not coated in crimson.
By now, Melody was at the door, pulling on it, attempting to get it open. It wouldn't budge. She went back to the table, trying to wring out her shirt, now completely soaked from the blood falling upward from the floor. Something grabbed her leg.
Melody looked back. It was a giant, bloody hand coming out of the ceiling that had grabbed her. It yanked her off her feet, trying to drag her into the crimson ocean suspended above. Melody frantically grabbed a leg of the table, hoping it would weigh enough to keep her down.
It did for ten seconds, then the hand gave a hard tug, making the table scrape across the wet floor. Jenny's diary fell off and hit the floor.
Everything abruptly went back to normal, the ceiling white, the carpet beige, the walls that bluish-green color. Even her clothes were dry.
I can guess who J.A. is, thought Melody. But she went back, and turned the page. Yep, a list of names. She read the list.
1- Richard Driscoll X
2- Lewis King X
3- Jeremy Holtz
4- Jade Akio
5- Violet Akio
6- David Brooks
7- Carmelita Fox
8- Jay Atkinson
9- Kuma Morito
10- Shirley Thompson X
11- Melody Cortez
12- Rena
Uh-oh. Not good. Melody went to pick up the phone, the rain of blood still fresh in her mind. She dialed. "Hello? David?"
David picked up. "Yes?"
"I know who it is."
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Carmelita was in her office, reading the latest file on Cooper, trying to see where he was going to rob next. It was hard work, and she was getting restless. She hated paperwork.
Carmelita frowned as a shape started to draw itself on the file she was reading. Some sort of circular rune. Why did that appear on her file?
The hieroglyph turned red, started to distort.
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The secretary that entered Inspector Fox's office was greeted with a strange scene.
The room was empty, completely unchanged from when the secretary had last come in, except for two things; Carmelita wasn't there, and the writing on the wall that said "She isn't dead... yet -J.A." in red writing.
The end of Chapter 11. R. E. V. I. E. W. P. L. Z.