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EPILOGUE.
7:10:58 a.m., 01 March
"Yeah, if you Holts would actually help in cleaning up, that'd be great."
Reagan and Madison Holt glared at Ned Starling.
Ted pulled his brother backwards. "Yeah, if you would stop being stupid and suicidal and trying to get me in every trouble, that'd be great," he told him harshly, using the same sarcastic tone Ned used awhile ago.
Phoenix and Keightlyn sighed, stabbing the trash around the HQ with their pointy-at-the-end stick thingy and feeling sullen. "I'd rather beg for forgiveness than stand under this sun," Keightlyn groaned, wiping the sweat off her neck. She dropped her pointy stick on the floor and fixed her ponytail.
"Like we haven't tried that," Phoenix said morosely. He glared at the blaring sun. "We didn't even do anything wrong."
"That's why we only get twelve hours of community service," Keightlyn reminded him. "The others get, like, 48 or something."
Phoenix considered that for a moment. Then, he frowned. "Still." He thought about how lucky Atticus was. Fiske took one good look at him and immediately decided that he didn't do anything wrong. He didn't do anything wrong, but he and Keightlyn did?
Okay, that is a bit unfair, Phoenix decided. Atticus really didn't do anything. But... still. Phoenix groaned. Perks of being a Cahill.
Suddenly, Reagan shouted. Phoenix and Keightlyn looked at them, thinking that the four got into some kind of brawl again. Instead, Reagan was on all fours, gasping for breath with one hand clutching her chest. She grew really, really pale as her breathing got heavier. Madison crouched low beside her sister, calling her name over and over, but got no response. Ted grabbed Reagan by the shoulders and urged her to calm down and match the pace of his breathing. Phoenix recovered first and let go of his stick. He started running towards the HQ to alert Fiske when he doubled over. He fell on his chest in a heap. Unmoving. Red fluid started pooling around him. Keightlyn shrieked. Madison started crying as Reagan's eyes rolled over her lids.
Ned stabbed the first button on his phone. Before Fiske could pick up, Reagan and Phoenix started convulsing.
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4:18:30 p.m., 28 February
"That's my girlfriend, Sinead Starling," Hamilton told them, pointing at the auburn-haired girl talking animatedly to a museum curator. While Sinead went to ask the curator about one of the fossils on display, Hamilton met up with two of his Tomas friends who hollered his name from the other side of the hall.
Henry narrowed his eyes as he followed Hamilton's extended finger. He saw the redhead girl he was pointing at. He squinted. "Is she talking to that old guy that owns this dustbin?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah. This is one of the museum's she hasn't been into and she was really looking forward to it," Hamilton replied, smiling at the sudden flush of excitement that lit up Sinead's entire features.
"You have your dates in a museum?" Luke spluttered in the same disbelieving tone as Henry.
Hamilton nodded, not noticing his friends' guarded expressions. "She's an Ekat, you see," he told them with a hint of pride in his voice.
"She's an Ekat," Henry and Luke echoed, their voices sounding as hollow as a cave. Oh, Holt's in so much trouble with the clan now.
Hamilton made a face at them. "Yeah, you just pretty much repeated what I said," he said, irritated. He was completely oblivious to their inner thoughts and could only think of introducing Sinead to them. Because that would go really well.
His friends had their mouth wide open when Sinead finally joined them.
This was going to be very difficult for both parties.
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8:21:17 p.m., 01 March
A resounding thwack from the room echoed to the corridor, making the Cahills flinch. Jonah Wizard's yell of complaint followed soon afterwards. More yelling which suspiciously sounded like arguing with a good choice of words started. Angelle's annoyed voice reverberated relatively louder than Jonah's. Natalie cowered behind Dan.
"Yep. The antidote worked," Dan declared happily, looking at all of them.
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8:21:17 p.m., 01 March
Ian leaned closer, ignoring the loud beating of his heart. It was getting deafening, really. At the back of his mind, he was aware of worrying whether Amy could hear every nervous thump. But there are much more important things to think of. Or not. Because if there was a perfect moment to kiss Amy Cahill it would be now, right now with the silver moonlight, the peaceful surroundings, the gentle breeze, nobody to interrupt whatsoever.
Amy closed her eyes tightly as she felt the tip of his nose touching hers, knowing that his lips are only millimetres away from her now. Just a little...
Bit...
More...
They could feel each others' shallow breath on their cheeks, the moment seemingly endless. The tip of the lips touched and it was right there. They could both feel it –
"Ian! Come quick!" somebody yelled from inside the house.
Ian started as did Amy who opened her eyes in shock and jumped a good couple of centimetres from where she was seated. The beautiful scenario dissolved like somebody ripped a record out, leaving only an uneasy silence. Ian leaned away slightly taking in a slow, long and shaky breath though his mouth. Amy cleared her throat awkwardly, leaning away, too.
"Well," Ian said breathily, preventing the word to come out as a growl. He swallowed audibly. Amy looked at him expectantly. They studied each other's faces, noting the slightest pink on the cheeks if the other. "Somebody had better be dying in there," he continued after a long pause, jumping from the hedge and stalking inside the house. His annoyance glowed and Amy permitted herself an amused smile.
She wasn't the only one disappointed.
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Heads-up for those who got the meme reference. Hahaha.
Anyhoo. That's it. It's over.
The second instalment is over.
And you might be noting how I'm being all dramatic, but I always am. Whenever a story ends. You know how you just want to keep on writing about a story, but you also know that it doesn't work that way? Stories are meant to end?
Anyhoo. I have news. Like good news, better news and bad news.
Which do you want first?
...
...
So yeah, I'll pretend you said bad news.
Bad news is... I might be a bit inactive in FF for a little while, BUT I won't be giving it up. I would come back to it after some time, like when all this crazy talk about university application and work experience and taster days is over. So yeah.
I won't stop writing stories however, which brings me to my good news.
I have decided to put up a story on Wattpad and it isn't the detective thing I was telling you guys before, but a horror/romance/teen fiction kind of thing called The Infinite Council. I'm still not sure how that would turn out, but yeah. If with the first chapters it didn't go well, then I'd probably put it down but I won't stop writing it only because I developed a crush on my main character. Hahaha. Is that weird, or really just AngelicSpring-ish? I would be posting it sometime this Easter and I would be posting a sneak peek especially for you guys here on after this long-ish AN.
I know that it sounds really cruel, how I've suddenly switched to writing fiction stories and I'm really sorry. I just wanted to try my grounds outside of fan fiction for a little while. At some point I'd probably end up juggling –
Which brings me to my better news!
I will – WILL – write a third instalment to The Start series which would be the last. It probably would be shorter than 20 chapters; I'm still working on it. I'm waiting for inspiration for a FREAKING explosive conclusion. I have the gist for the last instalment, but I want it to be as amazing as possible for all of you. So I really hope you would wait for that.
As I was saying. At some point I'd probably end up juggling those two stories if everything goes better than expected. So yeah. I hope I could start the last instalment during the summer holidays. Or earlier.
Those are my news. Thank you again for going through this writing journey with me this year. That's really awesome. I hope you'd get to accompany me again on Wattpad. I have changed my username to AngelicSpring now.
Thank you for all those who reviewed, favorited, read and put the story on alert. You guys have no idea how much that means to me. I literally jump in excitement everytime my mail notifications say that I have another review, that someone put the story on favorite, that somebody put me on their Favorite Authors list. Everytime. Until now. Always. It'll always be like the first time I've uploaded the first chapter of The Start of Train. The exhilaration, the excitement, the tension, the nervousness, the fear, the anxiety. Everything is like the first time. Thank you for letting me experience all those and help be become a better writer than I was before.
So yeah. I hope you go check my Wattpad account. You don't have to have an account or anything. Follow me on Twitter to find out when I update things and stuff like that. All of my accounts are named under AngelicSpring now. PM me here if you'd like to talk, or ask something, or anything at all. I would still reply to PMs here, so yeah.
Here is my exclusive sneak peek of The Infinite Council for y'all. Please vote on the poll on my profile.
"Hi."
The bag of chips fell on the floor. The boy who had spoken bent down to pick it up. "You seriously have a knack for spilling things," he said, straightening up.
Oh no.
The dark hair, the olive skin, the angular nose, the thin lips, the dark eyes that shines brown whenever the light hits it. His accent, that dark twang, was more evident now. How had she never noticed that before? Because you haven't talked to him before, stupid, her mind reminded her.
He looked at her worriedly. "Were you going to get this?" he asked, handing her the bag.
Scarlett swallowed and nodded her head mutely. She held the bag closer to her chest.
"So..."
Scarlett stared back at him, like someone caught in the middle of stealing something.
"I'm Daniel, by the way. Daniel Ibarra," he said, holding his hand out. Scarlett kept her eyes locked on his face. "Or not. That's fine, too," he mumbled, pulling his hand back.
Say something, stupid!, her mind shouted. You're looking like an idiot! "I... uh... um..." was all that she could say.
"Scarlett, right?" he asked, his eyebrows creasing in the most adorable way with his head slightly tilted to the side. He looked like a puppy who had woken you from your sleep and tried to make up for it by being cute.
It is working.
That's short. Stupid me. But yeah. Vote on my poll if you want to.
I hope you liked The Start of Pain because I did enjoy writing about it. I hope you enjoyed the twists and turns I've put you through.
Till next time, you guys! I would be waiting for The House of Hades with all of you.
For the last time.
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With lots of love,
AngelicSpring.