Thanks for all the reviews! It really means a lot, but I'm sorry for not updating for a while. I really have been busy with prep classes and I had no idea what to write. OMG I'M WATCHING SPONGEBOB RIGHT NOW. :3
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Amy POV
I smiled like the happiest person in the world…I don't know why but I just smiled a lot. I was just in a happy mood for some reason. I went to take a hot shower after being drenched in the rain. I came out with a good feeling. And the smile still had not left my face.
Suddenly, I heard a vibration. It was coming from my phone, which was vibrating against the table. I walked over to see I have received some kind of text message.
MAD AGENT- FISKE IS GONE. MORE INFO AFTER REPLY.
-this message will be terminated in 5 seconds-
Five…Four…Three…Two…One… The message disappeared from my inbox with no trace. That was how long it took for me to decide if I was going to reply. My fingers moved swiftly across the screen as I typed:
REP: MAD AGENT- Is there any trace?
I pressed send and instantly, I received another message. It contained a zoomed in photo that was labeled: From Unknown Branch.
The pictured showed a typed, crumpled piece of paper no larger than a post-it note.
Serum formula.
One month, Fiske Cahill dies.
We want Amy and Dan Cahill at
the island in exactly three weeks.
2:00 AM.
Below the photo, Mr. McIntyre wrote a message. Amy- Fiske disappeared 18 hours ago. Three of us heard his scream for security just before his disappearance. He was outside of Madrigal #5923922 to meet Dan at the hospital. None of the agents have found him.
My eyes widened. I dialed Nellie.
"Kiddo?" She sound alarmed. "Why are you calling?"
"Nellie! Did you get the message?"
"Yeah," she said worriedly.
"We have to look for him!"
"We can't do anything yet. You can't just blow cover, Amy. They'll find him, trust me."
"But anything can happen! We only have a month!"
"Amy, calm down. Just watch out. The note came anonymously. We don't know who's behind this cr- this problem."
"But Uncle Fiske? He's family!"
"Don't worry about it. You and I know he'll be safe."
I took a deep breath and cleared my mind. "Is Dan okay?"
"He's sleeping. Wait, someone's waking up," she said in an excited tone. "Wanna talk to the kid?"
"Mm-hmm." My heart pounded. A lot was going through my mind.
"Amy?" said a hoarse voice.
"Dan?" I said, in excitement. "Are you feeling well?"
"Sure. Kind of tired though." He let out a weak groan.
"It's all going to be all right…us, together in a week, can't wait to see you." I smiled, despite of what was happening.
"Yeah, I guess. How's the first day of the mission?"
"Perfect," I said. "Guess who I saw?"
"Lemme guess, the Cobras?" He laughed. "And did you bat you eyelashes enough to get his attention? Like, did you guys get all mushy?" he asked in a taunting voice.
I flushed, even if he wasn't here to see. "W-what? No!"
"Sure," he said sarcastically.
"Well, my mission's going very well, thank you for asking." Obviously I was irritated by now.
Dan yawned. "Do you want to go back to sleep?" I asked in concern.
"…Sure."
"Well then have a nice sleep, I guess. And feel better!"
"'Kay."
Then, I heard Nellie's voice from the other end. "I have to get Dan some food, Amy. Don't worry about Fiske for now. I'm pretty sure they'll find him," she reassured. "Bye!"
Click. I sighed. I reread the message Mr. McIntyre has sent me. My eyes were set on the photograph of the anonymous note. I wish I had the actual note in my hands to find some clues.
I hooked my phone to my laptop. I inserted everything about Uncle Fiske inside the computer and within a minute, Mr. McIntyre's message was nowhere to be found on my mobile device.
The door flung open. My roommate, Emily, stepped inside our room. "Hey! I didn't know you were back already!"
I just smiled at her, not knowing what to say.
"Did you have a good day here? I have been waiting for roommates for a while now…Let's get to know each other!"
"Uh, I was just doing something…" I looked back at my laptop.
She hung her coat inside the closet near the entrance. "What are you doing?"
"What do you want to know about me?" I asked, changing the topic.
She looked at me blankly with some confusion. "Um…I don't know where to start. I-"
"Actually," I said. "I'm kind of tired. Can we do this tomorrow? I'm really sorry."
"Huh? I-uh, sure. It's all right." She grinned. "We can be best friends!"
Inside my head, I pondered if she had any other friends. I turned off my laptop and went to my bag.
I grabbed a granola bar and munched it silently.
"Have you eaten anything for dinner?" Emily asks.
I shook my head and finished the last few nuts on my snack.
I left our room for the bathroom to brush up for the night. I really want this day to end. So much had happened in just 24 hours.
That night, I struggled to sleep under my covers. I couldn't help but worry about Dan and Uncle Fiske. I wish we were all together so I knew that they were all safe.
An hour passed and I was still worrying. The anxiety was really affecting me. I got to the point where tears were falling down my face. I closed my eyes for ten minutes, but I was still unable to sleep.
I sighed and stood up. I grabbed my laptop and reread the message. I looked at the photo over and over again. No clues whatsoever appeared. My heart ached.
"Everything is going to be okay," I whispered to myself. And I drifted off asleep in the dark.
Fiske POV
"Sophia?" My voice was horse.
She looked at her nails in boredom. "It's been- quite a while, wouldn't you think so? Do you miss me?"
I close my eyes. Flashbacks appear. I see myself stand nervously. I open my eyes and there I see the most beautiful woman in the world, my bride.
"Do you, Sophia Harris, take Fiske Cahill in hand as your husband?" She smiles, making my heart beat faster. "I do," she answers with her soft voice. We both lean in, and the audience applauses.
Grace smiles widely at me. She mouths "congratulations" at me.
Suddenly, the memory changes scene. I was suddenly in the hospital waiting anxiously. Finally, a nurse comes to me and says, "You may see her now."
My eyes light up in joy. I follow the nurse into a white room. On the bed were two people, one was Sophia and the other was our newborn baby. My eyes water in happiness at the sight of them. "Sophia?"
Sophia nods. She lifts her arms up, where the infant slept, and whispers, "Say hello to daddy." I take our child from her and put the baby in my warm arms. She was very light and precious.
Sophia cries in happiness. "What do you wish to call her?" I ask. Her eyes close. "Kellie. Her name is Kellie." I nod.
The scene changes into a playground. I was pushing five-year-old Kellie on the swings. Sophia stands next to me and smiles. "Daddy! I'm flying!" I give Kellie a gentle smile, "Can you reach the stars?" She giggles. "Don't be silly, Daddy." We all laugh.
Once again, the scene changed. Instantaneously, I knew we were in Syria. Fire erupts inside the hotel and I see myself frantically looking for Sophia
and Kellie. "Sophia! Kellie!" I shout. I was standing outside the building as more firemen were bringing people out. I look at rescued people. None of them were my family.
Finally, a fireman runs out carrying Sophia in his arms. She struggles out of his grip and runs back in shouting "my baby!" I follow her in. We run to our room crouching under the smoke. We start coughing violently. "We have to go!" I yell.
She ignores me and runs to our room. She slams the door and looks everywhere frantically. "Kellie!" she screams. "Where are you?" Tears are streaming down Sophia's face.
A fireman appears behind me. "We need go! Now!" he screams in a thick accent. Without warning, he grabs me and rushes out of the building. I kick him at a spot and his hands free me. I find Sophia with her arms wrapped around Kellie as they huddled together. "It's ok! We'll get out," I say bravely.
Just then, the same fireman from before grasps on my shirt and drags me out. Sophia screams to not leave her and shouts my name for to come back. I fail to escape the man's grip. When he lets me go, I attempt to run back in. Two men block me. "Halt! You crazy?"
"My family is in there!" They shake their head. "No. We get them out to you." I ignore them and try to run into the hotel in a different direction. The two men block me once again. They take my arms and take me farther away from the hotel. "Sophia!" I scream.
The men bring me with other people who all had worried expressions on their faces. Officers were all around them, not letting anyone escape. I see myself waiting patiently, but I never spot my family coming out of the building.
A man in a firefighter suit runs out of the building and says "Fire gone." I lift up my head. "My family isn't here yet."
He pats my back sympathetically. My eyes widen and as if the world had ended, the younger version of me collapsed. After comprehending the news, I saw myself jerk up and charge into the hotel, running back to where I last saw Sophia. I scream her name, as well as Kellie's, but they were nowhere. I was not able to find their bodies either.
I rush out to see the recovered bodies and they were not there either. Nothing felt complete again.
My eyes flutter open. My heart aches as I stare at Sophia's cold face.
"Looking at you is just pathetic." She snapped her fingers and a familiar woman comes in clearer sight. Kellie hands her bottle of water. Sophia steps out the door.
How could they both end up here? And why would they want to hurt me? For revenge, or for power from the Madrigals?
"What…what do you want," I coughed violently, "from me?"
Sophia turned her head about ninety degrees and replied with anger in her voice. "A war. I want to imperfections gone."
She crossed her arms. "Kellie, do that, what's it called, psychological brainwashing or whatever the method is called on him."
Kellie clicked her pen and starts writing notes on her clipboard. "The method people used back then at war to receive information out of people? Like, as in beating up my father and then later curing him multiple times until he thinks that we are his savior?"
"Why must you speak out everything instead of just writing down that order?" Sophia barked. "And he is not your father. We just need the information the man knows and then we'll just end him."
End me? The door slammed. I coughed again. A war, they want a war. But what benefit would that bring? Then realization dawned to me. They are planning to eliminate the world population.
Suddenly, four men in black came in. They were carrying what seems to be bats. One of them stuck a strip of duct tape on my mouth. My eyes widened and I started squirming uselessly. They started clubbing me and soon I wasn't able to make a sound.
Okay, I admit, this chapter sucks. And it's short too, but I really wanted to post another chapter before I leave the country and have no internet connection whatsoever. :l
Also, I started writing this one shot which hopefully I will be able to post when I get back. C:
To Colorful-Pear, I want to say thank you for the review, but youre not wasting my time. I cherish every review I read. :D
Anyone who reads this is required to review. And if they don't, I'll eat them since I'm going cannibalistic. o_o
Just kidding…awkward.
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