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Lana and Miranda Rivera: Ridgecrest, CA

Lana still couldn't get over what happened that morning. The dream, the doorknob, and the bathroom were still etched in her mind like words on a stone tablet. By now she had put on a red t-shirt and blue jean Capri's and her hair was in a long single braid that she would often twirl around when she was in deep thought, like what she was now doing curled up on the couch.

She had tried to go back to sleep a couple hours ago, but it was like trying to go back to sleep after drinking a dozen espressos. Lana eventually convinced herself that the episode did happen and that she wasn't hallucinating, which brought only a minuet amount of comfort. Her problem now was trying to find out what her 'little talent' was. She first thought it had something to do with telekinesis, except that telekinesis doesn't attach people's hands to a metal doorknob like an insect on flypaper.

While Lana was contemplating what on earth she was dealing with, she noticed that Miranda was very giddy and mischievous after she got back from her room. Miranda also said that she was going to give the old ash tree in the backyard a little trim. Lana thought that was a tad bit odd since Miranda only does yard work if her parents told her to.

Lana was so busy pondering about her morning adventure that she nearly yelped when she heard the doorbell ring. Considering that her family lived on the outer edges of town, she was now wondering who would be at her doorstep at this part of town.

As she opened the door, Lana noticed that the visitor was a young woman with dark, ear length hair and near white skin that made Lana get the idea that she didn't get outside very much. The lady also had on a black, wide necked shirt, which struck Lana as a bit odd, and a pair of dark blue jeans. Lana also figured that this woman was from out of town because of her clothing.

"Oh, um…hi there," Lana started, somewhat startled by the lady's arrival. "May I help you?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you like this," The woman apologized. "But I just came into town looking for a new house, I just got transferred here, and I was wondering if you knew where some houses that are on the market are?" Her voice seemed very smooth, almost like velvet.

For a brief moment, Lana felt slightly light headed, but shook it off. "Well, if memory serves, I think there is a pretty decent two-story a couple blocks that way." Lana indicated with her finger. "And there might be an open house on Downs St., which is near an old trucking company, and I think those are all that are on sale." Before the lady left she quickly asked. "By the way, what's your name?"

"My name's Eden McCain. And what is yours?"

"Mine is Lana Rivera." She answered.

After introducing themselves, Lana heard someone open the back door and saw Miranda poke her head inside. "Hey Lana!" Miranda called across the room. "Do you know where we keep the clippers?"

Lana sighed, a little annoyed by her sister's interruption. "It should be in the shed last I checked."

Miranda grinned. "Thank you." She then waved a hand in front of her in an exaggerated bow. "Proceed."

Eden seemed inquisitive about her sister. "Who was that?"

"Just my sister Miranda." Lana answered with a sigh. "Sorry about that."

Eden just waved it off. "Don't worry about." She turned around to leave and turned her head around. "Thanks for the info."

Lana waved back. "Your welcome. Hope you find a good deal."

Lana then closed the front door and went back to her position on the couch. Not long after sitting there, she realized that a lot of that conversation seemed to be a blur, especially when Eden was asking questions. Lana just shrugged, blaming it on the morning's events. To take her thoughts of the morning, she reached over to the coffee table in front of her and started to read an email that she got last night from Lana and her sister's friend Micah Sanders.

Eden gave off a sigh that was almost similar to Lana when her sister came inside. She was now leaning against her car, which was parked a street over from the Rivera household. She took out a cell phone and dialed her partner, knowing that she only did part of her job here, but the other part was now going to be very tricky.

After a couple rings, a man answered the phone. "Hello Eden, were you able to find our little escapee?" The man seemed very calm and collective, like a person who always knew what he was doing.

Eden sighed a second time. "Was I able to actually find her? No. I was able to find out at least where she ran off to."

"Where did she run off to?"

"She apparently decided to go to the home of the Riveras."

There was a slight pause from the man. "Were there two girls when you arrived?"

Eden was a little surprised when he asked. "Yeah their names were Lana and Miranda Rivera."

The man gave another pause. "It seems our shadow has decided to visit a few relatives."

Eden got a good idea what he was talking about. "Would you like me to get back to New York, Bennet?"

"Yes as soon as you can. I'll be sending someone else back there so your post won't be empty for too long."

"Whatever you say." Eden then clamped her cell phone shut and got back into her car, heading back to the nearest airport, hoping that too much didn't happen while she was away.

Almost unknown to Eden, there was a person literally hiding in the shadows of the Rivera's front porch. About a half an hour after Eden had left, a head the color of shadows at sunset lift out from the shade like an alligator rising from a swampy lake. A mouth and nose wasn't seen, except for two eyes with the color and shine of obsidian. Two arms came from beneath the head and pushed against the concrete, revealing only the torso. By the way the torso was shaped, it was evident that the person was a young woman, probably a teenager.

The girl checked her surroundings with great caution. The last thing she wanted was to be shipped back to Texas for escaping the company building. Once she realized the coast was clear, she descended back into the shade and made her way under the overhang the roof made, around the house, into the backyard and onto the back porch.

She noticed that a girl about her age was 'trimming' a tree. But when she looked closer, she saw that the girl was actually sawing off the branches with claws the color of steak knifes. If the shadow-girl's mouth were visible, there would've been a large, triumphant grin. She had made it to her destination.

Her dark eyes ran across a pair of clippers behind the claw-girl. Possibly an alibi if someone came out. The shadow-girl peeked out of the porch just a tad bit and took her right hand and nudged her index finger and middle finger. Out of the shade, like a charmed cobra, a tendril of shadow emerged and slowly made its way to the clippers. The stream then wrapped its tip around the handles and quietly and stealthily brought it to the middle of the porch. The girl nudged her fingers again and the shadow stream banged against the house wall. Faster than the blink of an eye, the shadow-girl hid back into the shade and the wisp of shadow disappeared.

The girl who was trimming spun around quickly, retracting her claws as a reflex. She noticed that the clippers were all the way back over to the porch. She shook her head, with a puzzled look on her face, and made her way to the clippers. Before reaching down to pick them up, she turned her back on the clippers, checking to see if someone let the dog out. Without a moment to lose, the shadow girl quickly dove dolphin like into the other girl's shadow, without even causing the claw girl to stir. As the other girl reached down to pick up her equipment, the girl hiding in the claw girl's shadow was grinning a larger more prouder smile.

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