A/N Hola, mis amigas, yo soy muy abburida, así que mi escribe cuentos y habla en Español.
Gracias!
Disclaimer: Angélica no tengo el Hardy Chicos!
Callie Shaw watched as rain drops slid down the glass of the window. She remembered fondly "racing raindrops" as a child. Whenever she had gone on car rides when it was raining she would watch the rain drops make their way down the glass and pick the one she thought most likely to win, and then cheer it on. Sometimes the littlest raindrops would end up winning because they would merge with other small raindrops to defeat the bigger ones. Callie sighed and let the curtain fall back across the window with a soft 'pfft' sound.
She wished real life worked like that; she wished that she could that banding together would work to defeat a stronger force. But real life didn't work that way as evidenced by her boyfriend's and best friend's deaths. Frank and Iola had the support of their entire group of friends, and yet the evil of a few people had destroyed them. But then, nothing could beat death.
Death was supposed to be the great equalizer, the thing that conquered all people no matter what their age, gender, social class, or behavior was like. Callie didn't really believe that though, because it seemed to her that the only people who ever died, the ones who were continually drawing the short end of the straw were the good people. Never the bad guys, never the criminals. She had faith in justice once upon a time, but loss had destroyed her belief in fairness. Life wasn't fair.
When she was little and would complain about something not being fair, her dad would always respond 'life's not fair' he had said it playfully, but there'd never been truer words spoken. When she was little she had frowned when he said that not really understanding what he meant. But she understood all too clearly now. Callie forcibly wrenched herself from her thoughts as the sound of a buzzer being pressed echoed through the apartment. She glanced out the window once more and spotted a familiar head of ash blonde hair. Vanessa was here.
Callie headed out of the apartment and down the stairs to let Vanessa and Phil in. The other woman looked to be nearing her breaking point and so Callie pulled her friend into a tight hug. "It'll be okay." She said softly. "We'll find him, and everything will be okay." She didn't really believe what she was saying but she said it anyway. Vanessa didn't believe her friend's words either but she nodded anyway. Callie released Vanessa and pulled Phil into a hug. "It's been a while since I've seen you two." She commented as a large drop of water fell on her head reminding her that they were standing outside in the rain. "Let's go inside, hopefully the others will get here soon, we can't afford to waste time."
"When I last spoke to Biff he said that he and Tony were about thirty minutes away and that was fifteen minutes ago. They should be here soon." Phil explained as he followed Callie into the apartment building.
"Good, then we can get started on finding Joe." Callie answered. They then lapsed into silence as the other two took in the surroundings. They were headed up the stairs and they could hear the sounds of shouting coming from one of Joe's neighbor's apartment.
"Joe lives here?" Vanessa questioned in disbelief.
"Yeah, that was my reaction, too." Callie replied. "Anyway, this one's his." She explained taking Joe's key out of her pocket and unlocking the front door. The three lapsed into silence each caught up in their own thoughts of their friends and the direction their lives had taken since that fateful day just over a year ago. They were jolted from their thoughts by the sound of the buzzer echoing throughout the silent apartment. Callie sighed and volunteered to go let the newcomers in.
"Callie," Biff greeted. "Long time no see." He added. She smiled softly in response.
"Look, Chet's here as well." She commented pointing to were Chet's car was pulling up behind Biff. Both Tony and Biff turned to look in the direction she was pointing. "Well, it looks like everyone is here now. Let's go inside and we'll discuss how to proceed."
"I have decided what to do with young Joseph." A dark haired man stated in an emotionless tone from where he sat at a large oaken desk. His hands rested on the desk top the tips of his fingers pressed together.
"What, sir?" Asked one of his subordinates.
"We're going to induct him into the organization, his older brother Franklin is contributing to the technical aspect, so it only seems fitting that Joseph gets to play a role as well, and if he happens to meet an untimely end during his involvement with us so much the better; there will be one less Hardy to worry about."
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