Im sorry for not updating. But i redid the chapters and made the story like 7 times better-at least i believe so : )
Jonah Wizard was in the private wing of the hospital, and the staff was sworn to secrecy not to let 'Jonah's in the building' slip. But even so, the press managed to find out where he was. Entertainment tonight already claimed to have the full scoop on it. But Jonah wasn't concerned about any of that at the moment. He and his father, Broderick Wizard, were about to settle on what story they were planning to tell Cora Wizard.
"So, I guess we tell her that Isabel sealed it off by making a fatal 'typical Lucian' mistake and…?" Jonah looked to his father to provide the right words.
"And-the serum was trapped inside and the walls were caving in. And everyone ran off from the island," his father provided.
"Yes! Perfect!" Jonah praised. Then, he and his father started to laugh. They both pictured Cora Wizard, white-faced, at the thought of the ever-precious serum being lost. It became even funnier when they thought of it as them out-witting her.
When the laughter died, and nothing but faint screams from fans was heard, the moment of truth approached.
There was a knock on the door.
Cora Wizard, Jonah's mother, did not wait for a reply. She came in briskly. Jonah and Broderick straightened, getting ready to convincingly tell their story, but froze when they saw that someone was behind Cora Wizard. Someone that apparently had Cora Wizard, one of the most amazing actors of her generation, unable to hide her anxiousness.
"Jonah, oh darling, are you feeling better?" she said throwing her arms around her son. But when she was close enough, she squeezed harder for a second and whispered…almost longingly, "Don't disappoint me."
The tall, gray-haired man that walked behind Cora through the door took a seat and gazed slowly around the room. His steel-gray eyes locked onto Jonah, "Strange isn't it? How an international super star, such as yourself, would choose to stay at a hospital."
"We thought it would have been safer, less noticeable, if Jonah just went to a hospital," Broderick said. It was the truth, but the man made no acknowledgment that Broderick spoke. The man seemed too deep in thought. It was as if his question was merely a courtesy.
"So tell me Jonah, what do you know about Janus history?" the not-so-welcomed guest asked.
Jonah took one quick glance at his mother, who now put on a nonchalant mask, and replied "Plenty."
"Hm. Do you know of Jane Cahill's lover?" he asked now leaning back and putting his feet up on a small coffee table.
"Jane's lover?"
"Yes."
"Uh, n-no. I'm not familiar with him." The man tilted his head.
"David Jones. His name was David Jones. And he had a secret that would rival even the Cahill Master Serum."