Your reviews are very kind and all of that mumbojumbo. Thank you :) Here's ze last chapter.
Before Eli could even get home, he had gotten a phone call from an Anonymous. Worried about who it was and hoping that it might be one, or both, of his ex girlfriends on the line, he'd picked up.
It was Fitz. Eli stayed quiet on the line and waited to hear what Fitz had to say.
Now, 2 hours and 40 minutes later, after driving in circles because of Fitz, a highly frustrated and upset Eli sat in his car on the side of the highway. He had a gut feeling that Fitz knew where the girls were located and that whoever was getting Fitz to do their dirty job must've really hated Eli's guts.
Eli would have to be extremely patient with Fitz if he wanted to save both of the girls.
"20 more minutes and then...boom." Fitz murmured. Eli cringed at the thought of losing any of the girls. "You wanna know where they are?"
"Yes!" he snapped, clenching the phone tightly in his hand, near his ear. His palms were dripping with sweat.
"Alright, alright. But, by the looks of it, you can only save one."
Eli processed Fitz's words in his head. He was afraid that it would came down to this; one of them would die and it would be all of his fault.
His eyes began to water and he swallow down the pain, trying to keep it together. Maybe, just maybe, he could be able to save them both...then he could move on with his life and everyone would be happy.
"Where are they?" Eli inquired.
"The poem was a waste, then, wasn't it? Well, Clare is in your house, in your room, inside of your wardrobe. Imogen; she's at the ravine, behind a grave. Hurrrrryy."
Eli dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and leaned his head against the steering wheel in distress.
8 Minutes
Once inside of his apartment, he dropped the keys onto the floor and ran to his room. His heart was racing and he knew he didn't have a lot of time left. Eli sprinted towards his coffin-shaped wardrobe, which, to his dismay, had a heavy-duty lock on it.
He quickly searched his drawers and dresser counter for something to break open the lock. To his luck, he found a random wrench on the hardwood floor. The wrench was a rusty silver and an old coat of red covered most of it.
"Clare!" he called out. There was no answer. "Clare, you in there?" he shouted again. Still, no answer.
Eli slammed the wrench against the lock several times until the lock finally busted open and fell off of the wardrobe. He dropped the wrench on the floor and opened the wardrobe.
Standing in front of him, unconscious and her head tilted to the side, was Imogen Moreno and she didn't look a day older from when he'd last seen her.
A mix of confusion and hurt and relief and fear rushed over him. Fitz lied, Clare was going to explode, he was happy that he saved one, but, he wasn't sure if she was dead yet.
A timer in the corner of the small wardrobe ticked. 1 more minute. He snatched the timer from out of the corner, threw it onto the floor, picked up the wrenched, and smashed the timer.
"3...2...1..."
Nothing.
Oh, looky. The last chapter. Welp, yea. Imogen survived, Clare died, boohoo. I got y'all for a second there, didn't I? x) Welps, Imogen and Clare were switched by the person who was behind all of this so, ya. K, stop reading this, go outside, and do something productive!
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Might make a sequel one day.
Lolol jk jk that's too much work.
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