YELLOW! IMMA HERE WITH YOUR SECOND CHAPTER! Now, I'm still easing this story on its way, so bear with me for a while. Now, I have two stories going on, so I don't know how I'm going to pull this off, but hey, who cares? Oh, and to those two who reviewed, your advice is acknowledged and I will attempt to follow it as well as I can. And now, THE FIC IS THE THING!
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Hospital, Monday 9:15 PM.
After the call had been made, Layton had immediately rushed John to the nearest hospital for some proper medical attention. Rosa could only do so much for him, and what she could do was not much at all. She could only compress the wounds to slow the blood flow.
As he lay in the back of the Laytonmobile, the Professor drove of as fast as a gentleman could in an emergency, which, depending on the fatality of the emergency, can be and was very fast. He was pondering why neither he nor Grosky had taken him there first. There was something about him that must have caught their immediate attention. But what?
As they pulled into the parking lot, Layton looked back at the boy. "Hm..." he sighed. He had solved countless puzzles and cases, but there was just something about John...
But he would have to worry about that later. Layton carefully picked up the boy and carried him into the building. Upon entry, John was taken from Layton and wheeled off into a room where he could be looked at and cared for while a nurse asked Layton a series of questions. These included "When were these wounds discovered?", "Were you present?", "How long has he been unconscious?", and so forth.
After these, he took a seat in the waiting room while they tended to John. There, to his surprise, he met up with an old student of his, Janice Quatlane. She smiled when he noticed her. "Nice to see you again, Professor," she said.
"Janice! What brings you here?"
"I'm just having my annual physical. I had to book it late because I had a performance that practically just ended. What about you? Another case?"
"Perhaps."
"What do you mean?"
While he began to tell her everything he knew as of now, something interesting was happening in the examining room. The doctor and nurses who were taking care of John had given him a dose of antiseptic for the period while they stitched him up. His arm was easily fixed up. However, when they tried sewing up the cut on his chest, it resisted all attempts to fix it.
When they did a check of the amount of blood in his system, they saw it was almost too low for him to survive without any put into him, so they took a blood test to see what type to give him. And, to say the least, the results were... interesting.
Gressenheller University, Monday, 9:20 PM.
Emmy arrived five minutes after Layton left with John. When she did, Grosky, Luke, Flora, and Rosa all filled her in on the everything that they had learned. When the tale had reached its end, she sat down on the couch with a sigh of amazement. "Well, it sounds like another case for the famous Professor Layton!"
"Yes, because the rest of us mean absolutely nothing to no one," Grosky muttered to himself.
"Did you say something, Inspector?"
"Nothing."
The letter was written like this:
Dear Hershel,
Strange things have been taking place in Misthallery since your case with the Specter.
Even I couldn't believe any of this.
Even now, as it takes place in front of my eyes.
Preliminarily, we have discovered something else in our caves.
Legally, it should be in a museum, but I thought you should see them first.
Even if you do not deem it important, I do.
Everyone is talking about them.
Many cannot believe that they actually exist.
Only a few scholars have begun to piece theories together about the Blades of Destiny.
Certainly, you can find the actual solution behind them.
Do not ignore this offer to come back to Misthallery.
I actually do believe that this is important.
Escalating in importance, I have a competition for my role as mayor.
My opponent is none other than Jean Descole!
Amazing, I know.
To think that he believes that he can win an election.
Enthralling, actually.
You can not begin to imagine what I am thinking as I write this to you.
I have no idea what he is thinking.
Little is known about him, other than he tried to destroy the town.
My mind is swimming from all of this.
Likely is the fact that he's up to something.
Even if he does seem sincere.
Everyone else does kind of think he could be telling the truth.
Really, though.
Someone like Descole appearing at the same time as the Swords of Destiny?
Hershel, this sounds right up your ally!
Yours truly,
Clark Triton
Yes, I know. It appears that there is more information in this letter than necessary. This is exactly the same thing everyone in the room thought
Luke read and reread his father's letter to himself a few more times. "Wait a minute," he said after about his fifth time. "This part makes no sense."
He took out a pen from his satchel and circled what he was talking about. It was a series of seemingly random words that was made up of the first word of each sentence: SEEPLE EMOC DIEMATEYILM LEERSH
"Wait could that mean?" Grosky asked.
They all pondered a bit before Rosa piped up. "Maybe it's a puzzle."
Luke palmed his forehead. "Of course! I did the same thing when I sent my first letter to the Professor." He looked at the letters again. "But... I actually used real words."
Emmy snatched the letter from Luke and scanned it herself. After a while, she put it down and said, "Anagrams."
"What?" Flora asked with a confused look.
"Anagrams. They're made by taking one word and mixing it up into a different one. It's commonly used in secret codes."
"Ah. Um, can I see that?" When she was handed the paper, she almost immediately discovered the answer. Since she once lived in a town inhabited by mostly robots, her ability to notice things was more acute than others. Even though she didn't recognize the fraud in her town, the intelligence and perception kind of rubbed of on her somehow. "Luke, can I borrow your pen?"
Everyone gathered behind her as she wrote the letters at the bottom of the page. Then, she rearranged them so that they now spelled out the phrase:
PLEASE COME IMMEDIATELY HERSHEL.
Hospital, Monday 10:59 PM.
Layton and Janice had discussed things for a while until the doctor came out and asked to speak with the Professor alone. He bade her good-bye and followed him into the room that John was in. He was still asleep from the medicines they gave him.
"What is the problem, Doctor?"
He gave Layton a strange look that told him everything. "To be perfectly honest, we have no clue. Look at this." He showed Layton a blood type chart. "As you can see, these are the eight basic blood types: A+, A-, B+,B-, AB+, AB-, O+, and O-."
"Yes, but what does that have to do with John?" Layton was afraid that he already knew the answer.
The doctor put a sample of John's blood under a microscope. "Have a look."
Layton obliged and took a look. What he saw shocked him, even if he had expected it.
The blood did not match any of the types on the chart.
Chapter Complete. Hm, that's odd. Eight blood types and it didn't match any of them. Sounds interesting. But hey, keep up the R&R for me. Tell me how the beginning is shaping up.