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PETE THE MAGICAL UNICORN MISSING
After trying to steel the rights of twilight which he does not own and solely belongs to Stephenie Meyer, Pete the magical unicorn disapeared from his apartment on the night of August 16. The last person to have talked to him was Mary Alice Brandon Cullen. If you know anything on his wereabouts please contact the Forks Police station.
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Charlie Swan,Chief police.
A/N: SOrry about my lack of updates but as you can see by Chief Swans statement PeteTheMagical Is Missing. In his place, I..umm...Lets just call me Leperchaun Liam... Will take over until they find him.
OK REAL AUTHOURS NOTE!!:
Dear readers, Due to Summer Vaction, Tons of AP homework (hey i'm in 9th grade..managing AP homework is kinda of difficult.) A broken computer, The school play, and pure laziness on my part, I couldn't update for the past FOUR!! months. Hate me as you will but I finally got around to writing a new chapter after a visit to my Grandmother's house. Anywho about this chapter, I wrote three diffrent versions to it but I didn't like the way they were written so i scratched them out. Good news is I finished writting the next chapter but I don't think I have time to post it because 1. its unedited, 2. It's still in my note book, and 3. I'm going home in about ten minuets. If your lucky and If I can some how get around the schools computer system I'll have the chapter posted Tommorow after school or Wednesday. Oh, and there's more good news too!! I, being so awsome...Have chapters 5 done and I'm brainstorming for chapter six. Unfourtunatly...chapter five was ment to be the fourth one and now I need a filler. But no worries...I'll be updating more now that I've adjusted to highschool.
Well, here it is... The long anticipated (by who?) Chapter 2...
Chapter 2. Father Figure
..I've been chasing your steps..
- Razia's Shadow
Fate is an unavoidable entity. Predetermined since the time of our birth, we are forced to follow its path. Paved by an inevitable providence that is embedded into our genetic make up, it controls our every choice. We, as people, would like to believe that we are in control, that we can choose our own destiny, but thats just pure delusion. Though, in some cases...like mine; one fate may be separated into two creating a cross road. Unfortunately; when theres two fates involved it doesnt matter which one you take for one is bound to have a disastrous ending.
Part 1: Bus ride
Febuary 15, 2022
Sitting in the back row on a crowded bus, a sophisticated looking woman fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Stay calm,"
She reminded herself as she shifted her brown eyes away from the stares. "Don't let anyone recognize you."
Old men, smelling like moldy cheese and must, were casting meaningful glances her way. She guessed these bawdy men to be about her mother's age. Winking and smirking, she knew the exact brand of perverseness that was swirling around in their heads. The kind, that If she could truly penetrate their thoughts, was not suitable for a PG-13 audience. Keeping her eyes on her shoes, she swore not to meet one of their sleazy gazes and instead traced patterns in the leather.
Then, someone threw her a cat call.
Keeping to her promise, the woman didn't look up. She had been waiting years for this moment and was not about to blow it over a bus ride infested with creeps. Suddenly the messenger bag that lay across her lap began to vibrate and following, a clip from the musical razia's shadow played along lightly. Embarrassment colored her cheaks. Swiftly undoing the Velcro strap, she reached inside, shuffling past the outfit she had on this morning and felt around for her phone. Pulling out a small silver object, she pressed the talk button and put it up to her ear.
"What do you want Joshua?" She asked, somehow sounding like her mother, the corprate bussiness owner.
"Up to trouble Em?"
"okay fine, Josh. But just because your my uncle doesn't mean you have the authority to question my behavior. Besides I am older than you." She hissed.
"So what if your sixteen. I'm just a year younger than you." He teased, laughing lightly on the other end of the phone.
The woman, that in truth was still just a teenager, frowned. She was jealous. Jealous because he had a right to laugh. Joshua Gavin Dwyer had it all. He had a family. A mother who wasn't constantly consumed in her work and... a father. It was something that the girl would never have.
...Until today...
"Listen Jay, I have to go. Tell Renee and Phil I said Hi."
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Wait! Emily, I have to tell you something Import-"Pressing END, The girl called Emily cut short her uncle's news. "What ever it is it can wait." she thought nearly the verge of tears.Taking a moment to think, with her phone clutched to her chest, Emily closed her eyes.
And then suddenly, the phone was slipping out of her grasp.
Doing somersaults down her lap and a neat dismount off her knees, the small silver phone hit the floor with an audible thump. Unfortunately, most likely due to the lack of friction, Emily's phone slid parallel to her seat and as she thought that was the worst of her troubles it wasn't. Like a hockey puck, the phone ricocheted off the metal leg of the seat and down the isle, stopping at a strangers feet.
"Ah hell," she groaned.
Though the bus was still in motion, Emily started to the other side. Holding onto the edge of seats, she was able to get to the front. squinting, she started looking around for her phone.
"Excuse me Miss, But did you loose this?
Gleaming in a strangers hand, Emily's phone sat looking almost perfect except for a small fissure that now sectioned a black screen in to two.
Handing a horrostruck Emily her phone, the stranger looked at her apologetically and said, "Sorry about your phone Miss."
Just noticing his face, Emily looked up. His hair, partially obscured by a hat, swept over his dark green eyes in brown waves. Pale, flawless skin, stretched over his bones to create a beautiful face that didn't look that much older than she. For a moment, the loss of her phone seemed inconsequential in contrast to this stranger's beauty.
"s' kay, don't n-n-n-need it much a-n-n-nyway" Dazed, she blinked and shook her head. Focus! She screamed to herself.
"Thanks" She added, her voice slightly more confident when she wasn't looking at him.
"No problem."
Next stop: Lancaster and Elk
The prerecorded and automotive voice echoed through the bus, followed by a blinking red sign with the street names scrolled across the top.
Emily pulled the bright yellow cord and the bus squealed to a stop. Throwing her broken phone into her bag, she started toward the exit.
"Have a good day" The bus driver grunted as he pulled on the handle.
The doors opened reveling the depressing landscape of downtown Forks. The rain, which was just a light drizzle, was now pelting down in sheets.
Stepping off the bus, Emily opened her black umbrella and waved goodbye to the I-can-care-less bus driver.
Part 2: Puting that outfit to good use
"Where is it?" Managing to sound fearful yet irritated at the same time, Emily quickly skipped around a puddle.
She'd been wandering these blocks for nearly twenty minuets and still had no idea in hell where this building was.
Some where, in downtown Forks, the archives sat undiscovered. Inconveniently located ten miles outside of the Swan residence, the Forks Public Archive Establishment must have been the oldest and the most difficult place to find. In fact, the building was so old that when Emily googled it on the Internet, a sepia colored picture with the mayor himself cutting a brown (probably red) ribbon in front of the door happened to pop up. If thats not enough for you, quote me when I say this, but the plaque on the wall had read, 'since 1889'.
"Argh!" Frustration weighted her voice as she felt her shoe dampen with mud.
Thinking that she was going to spend hours locked in a room surrounded by newspapers, Emily made an effort to leave at ten o-clock. Since her family wouldn't be back until four she thought she had just enough time to zoom through old files. Yet she didn't see this small gap in the way. The whole 'shoe getting dirty with mud' thing. Ooo, her mother was gona kill her...
" Once I find this place I can just dry it off and clean it." she reasured herself. Though little did she know, the swade front of the shoe would never be the same after that.
Finally deciding to ask for directions rather than circling this part of town, Emily approached a decent looking girl her age.
"Excuse me, but by any chance do you know where the archives building is?"she asked hopefully.
The girl turned around revealing her white flawless skin. Like the boy she saw early on the bus this one had beautiful features. Playing absent mindedly with the curls in her hair, the girl spoke.
" Oh, umm, take a left and go straight until you see a post office. After that turn right onto Wilfred Ave." When she spoke her voice sounded like bell chimes.
"Thank you." Emily said gratefully.
Doing as the girl said, Emily took a left and when she saw the outline of a small post office she crossed the street and took a right on to Wilfred.
Halfway down the street, Emily caught a glimpse of a rather large building. Increasing her step, she walked a little faster.
...And a little faster...And just a little bit faster...until she was running in a full blown sprint.
Comming into view, the building that she had seen from a far was now merely a few feet away from her.
Smiling at her with huge oak wood doors, a green tinted, copper doornob and a sign that read 'since 1889', the archives building looked the same as it did in years ago.
Panting from the run, Emily started for the steps. One, Two, Three. As she walked, a single set of muddy footprints decorated the concrete stairs. Tired, Emily rested her hand on her knee and bent over. Next time she wasn't going to run. Raising a trembling hand, Emily hesitantly reached for the door. "You can do this." She muttered before giving a push.
Despite their size, the thick doors swung open to the lightest bit of pressure. As she walked into the darkly light room, a gust of warm air blew in her direction bringing with that the scent of stale, aging paper.
"Welcome! I'll be with you in a momment!" A womans voice screamed from over a small round desk pushed to the corner of the room.
Walking toward the desk to where the woman sat, the hard wood floor began to squeak under Emily's feet. Crossing her fingers she hoped she wasn't tracking mud into the building.
Looking around, Emily found that the place resembled a library. Big brown books without titles aligned row after row of shelves along with big crate boxes. In the back of the room, Three computers were pushed up against a wall and in the middle of the room were tables.
"Okay, It says here that the Falcons did win the football game 60-24 in 1982. Does that help your questions sir?" The woman behind the desk asked politely into the phone. Her hair, so blond that it was almost white, was pulled into a tight bun. Gold rimmed glasses that circled part of her cheak covered her Blue eyes. " It was my pleasure. Thank you."
The woman swiviled her chair so that she was now facing emily and said, "In 2000, when the internet started getting bigger, people came in here less and less and usually just pulled off information from the web. For the stuff that you can't ask yahoo or google, they come here." Emily nodded.
"So, What brings you here today?" Asked the woman.
Taking a deep breath Emily launched into the speech she had practiced the day before for hours in front of a mirror. " I'm a journalist for the Inkblot in Seattle-" she said, faking an English accent "-and We're doing an article pertaining to forks and decided what better place to research in than here." Years growing up with an intrest in theatre had made Emily a wonderful actress.
The woman behind the counter seamed to eat up everything she said. "How interesting!" she said excitedly.
With her black dress pants and white, long sleeved blouse, Emily looked older. It wasn't hard to make sure she was unrecognizable. Though, If she did get discovered and her mother found out, Emily would never be able to look her mother in the eye again.
"Alright, I just need to you to sign in. Whats your name again Ms?" Thinking quick she picked the name that she wished she could have. "Alice Dwyer."
"Right this way," After Emily's hand released the pen, she found her self following the woman. Listening carefully to the womans comments on certain things, Emily found out that there was a search database on the computers.
"Thank you ma'am" Emily called as the woman drifted back to her desk.
Puting her stuff on the round, oak table, Emily took a seat. Reaching into her back, She pulled out a green spiral notebook. Opening up to a fresh sheet she took out her pen and began to write.
Febuary 15, 2025-
Staring at the page, Emily began having second thoughts. Would she be able to find the information she was looking for, Could she follow through with it?
Setting down her pen Emily started shuffling through her bag for a second time. Slowly, ever so slowly, She pulled out a photograph that she kept hidden between the pages of her diary.
Putting the picture face up on the table, emily folded her arms. With a single tear in her eye, she stared into the golden orbs belonging to the man with auburn hair like hers, thats arm were around her mothers waist.
'Edward Cullen' the caption on the back of the picture read. .
Part 3: Drug like drowsiness
"Did you have fun at school today honey?" The woman asked her grandaughter.
"No." The six year old said stubbornly, stomping her feet as she climbed up the steps.
"Did something happen Emily?"
"Yes. Today, because Anna and me don't have Daddys, the teacher made us sit in the corner and draw a picture with crayons. She didn't let us use the glue and glitter and paint like all the other kids who where making cards for fathers day!" Emily's bottom lip jutted out and she looked down at the table.
"It wasn't fair..." The little girl whispered.
Renee took a loose strand of Emily's curly hair and brushed it back behind her ears. A sympathetic look played across her face.
"Reney, why don't I have a daddy?" asked Emily.
Renee bit down on her bottom lip and hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should be having this conversation with her granddaughter but she couldn't just ignore her.
"Your daddy wasn't very nice to your mommy so she came and stayed with us when she had you."
"Oh." The child said.
For the next ten years of her life the child would dream every night about her father. It wasn't until a visit to Forks Washington a few years later that she would discover a CD, Plane tickets, and the picture of Edward Cullen who she knew in all her heart was her father.
They were going to run away together. Get out of Forks and live in Jacksonville.
Thought Emily.But then mom got pregnant with me...
Furiously Looking through news paper after news paper, file after file, She found nothing. Looking like a black jack table, the desk was littered with newspapers. How could there be absolutely no information on him. This was insane.
"All I want to do is found out who you are dad"
And with those words Emily would get her wish.
The lights, once a dim glow that was bright enough to see the ink on the page had gone out completely. Black. The whole floor was black.
"Hello?" Emily called, Terrified.
Silence. The comforting hum of the computer moniters and the sound of warm air wooshing into the room at quieted.
The tempature in the room had also dropened. Emily felt the hair on her arms greet the icy air. She shivered. But it wasn't from the cold.
"Hello?" She tried again. Her voice trembling.
Suddenly, pushing past the fear, Emily yawned.
Tired? how could she possibly tired at a time like this? And like that another yawn escaped her.
Feeling exhausted, Emily's eyes slowly began to drift shut. She fought, try as she might, but it was no use.
And Just before she slipped into unconsciousness, Emily felt a pair of hard icy arms wrap around her.
A/N:
AND DONT FORGET TO REVIEWWWW!!
L. LIAM
OHH SUSPENSFUL MOMENT!! OK I GOT TO GO..3 minuets before my gmom shuts off this computer on me..