I had a revelation: There is no way I'm going to finish this by the deadline. But then I figured, who cares?
Yes, Jack Connor is going to be a main character of my stories, and the story will probably alternate between him and Sabrina and Puck.
Disclaimer: Michael Buckley owns the Sisters Grimm.
Jack was captivated, as was the rest of the crowd. The woman, a scientist named Karen, stood in the center of the immense room, with the crowd in a semi-circle around her. Standing behind her were two men, garbed in camouflage, sported rifles. A spotlight was trained on her, and she held a small microphone, which was connected to the sound system in the room.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she tugged on her yellow sweater. Her voice was thick with terror as she spoke.
"As I said, I can't tell you much on orders from the President. He told me to tell everyone everything would be fine." She flashed a weak smile.
Jack wiped the sweat that dripped off his forehead. The room had quickly grown humid. He had long ago discarded his cardigan sweater somewhere on the ground in the darkness, and the white shirt he wore underneath had the top button undone.
"Umm… like I said, everything's going to be alright. So just hang out here, we have food and water so, don't worry about that. And…" Jack tuned her out. It was obvious that Karen was no public speaker.
The crowd was getting antsy. The previous quiet had been interrupted by a couple people yelling names.
"Garret? Honey, where are you?"
"Sara! Come to daddy, Sara!"
"Sabrina! Sabrina, are you here?"
Jack realized that the woman shouting "Sabrina wasn't to far from were he was standing, near the front of the semi-circle. He also recognized her as the woman who had- for lack of better words- assaulted him earlier. Apparently, the daughter she was looking for was called Sabrina.
The woman was worming her way through the dense crowd, trying to get to the front. Two men, two little girls, and an old woman followed her.
The woman pushed through the remaining people, shoving Jack aside and bolting for Karen and the microphone. The bodyguards shouted warnings before training their rifles at her.
Karen, her eyes wide with terror, threw the microphone in the direction of the woman and dropped to the ground, her arms covering her head.
The microphone hit the floor, producing a dreadful boom. Jack's hands flew to his ears. He winced, shutting his eyes and frowning hard. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the woman had claimed the microphone. He dropped his hands from his ears.
"Sabrina Grimm? Are you here, Sabrina?" She screeched. Silence.
The guns remained on her.
Wiping tears from her face, she stared out at the crowd.
"My- my name is Veronica Grimm. I was looking for my daughter.
She's not here." More tears gushed down her face and she sobbed into the microphone.
"When the army came for us they put us on a bus. We didn't sit next to each other, there were to many people. We didn't know who was on it. We left my daughter. We left her in Ferryport Landing! Oh God, Sabrina!" Veronica cried.
"We left Sabrina." She seemed on the verge of a breakdown. One of the men grabbed the microphone from her as the other man caught her before she collapsed to the ground.
"Someone has to go back for her." The man commanded. He whipped around, focusing his gaze on Karen, who stared up at him. "Please, we have to go back for her!"
Karen mouthed, "I'm sorry" before dropping her head.
I felt so bad for Karen! First she has to deal with this discovery that her life could be ending very soon. Second, she has to tell the president this information. Then she has to tell a crowd of over a thousand and deal with an angry Grimm family!
I'll try to update soon. Or not. Only if you reveiw!