This story seems to be very... Disliked I believe the word is? I usually get more reviews, so I am starting to wonder if the story is just THAT bad. Cause I just shifted back into first-person after a third-person disaster, so this story could be terrible as well.. Which sucks cause I did still work hard on it. You guys need to give me advice here! When you get nothing, it's usually cause your story is THAT bad! So help me out here! :3

~ A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.

~ Winston Churchill ~

Chapter Six

Nina was just about to call Fabian, when her phone blared her 'One Direction' ringtone. She took it off her dresser, and saw it was the boy himself. She laughed to herself, and quickly picked it up before it went to voicemail.

"Hello?" Nina asked into her phone.

"Hello Nina!" Fabian exclaimed on the other end, seeming very happy. But it soon dialed down. "I was wondering if you could come to my apartment later, so we could try to get deeper into your friend's disappearance."

"That would be fine… But I have no idea where you live." Nina said, laughing slightly.

Fabian chuckled. "I'll text you the address, it's not far from the library we met at. Come whenever you can."

"Okay, thanks. See you later."

"Bye, Nina."

Nina hung up her phone, and put it into her pocket. She also put the paper with the hieroglyphics on it in her pocket as well, in case she needed it. She had no idea where they were going to start.

Since Lilia was at school, Nina decided to go straight to Fabian's apartment. Lilia got off in three hours, she didn't have that much time. She had no idea how long it would take to get to his place.

As Nina put on her shoes, her phone buzzed, signaling that Fabian sent her the address of his building. She took it back out, and examined the text.

Fallen Meadows apartment complex, first building. Second floor, room twenty-three.

She knew where that was, she had gone there for Lilia, one of her friends lived there. It was a while ago, but she knew it wasn't far. It was only about ten minutes away.

Nina parked next to the first building in the complex, taking her phone and getting out. It was one of the nicer buildings, and it was decorated all around with different colored flowers. There were also a few smaller bushes, which had a few buds on them.

Nina walked to the door, and stepped inside. She couldn't get passed the next door, she had to have Fabian buzz her in. She went down the list of people, and finally pressed the button for Fabian's apartment.

"Nina?" He questioned through his speaker, which was in his apartment upstairs.

"Yep!" Nina replied, and the speaker made a beep, unlocking the door. She opened it and stepped into the complex, walking up the stairs slowly. She wonder why there wasn't an elevator, what if someone was wheelchair-bound? Were they just screwed?

Fabian had opened the door, and was waiting for her outside of it. He smiled at her, and she smiled back. He moved out of the way and let Nina in, following her afterwards. He closed the door, and it automatically locked.

Fabian's apartment was very big, very spacious. The room she was in was decorated wonderfully, it seemed as if another girl had done it. She also noticed a few boxes by the door, with 'Joy' labeled on them.

Fabian noticed her looking, and quickly mentioned "Those are my ex-girlfriend's. She has yet to take them."

"It's none of my business." Nina commented, looking away from them. She wondered what happened to them.

Fabian gestured for her to follow him, and they both walked into a room, which looked like a study. There was a huge bookcase, full of different mystery books and such. There were also a few Egyptian mythology books that Nina had seen before.

There was also a desk, which was cluttered with different papers, which tumbled over his computer. He did all of his work in here, this is where he lived. He hardly slept in his bedroom, half of the time he fell asleep right at his desk, going through different cases.

"Okay, so all we know about your friend now, is that in her room she had a slip of paper that only said 'Chosen One', which was in hieroglyphics…" Fabian pondered, sitting in the chair at his desk. He had already brought a chair over for Nina, before she arrived. She sat next to him. "Maybe there is a fingerprint on the paper?"

"Yeah, but I've handled it so many times, I think I would have ruined that…" Nina mumbled, forgetting all about that. She should have worn gloves when searching through everything, so she didn't tamper anything.

"Worth a shot." Fabian replied, not penalizing her.

Nina took the paper from her pocket, she had folded it up. She handed it to him, and he took out some sort of kit. He opened it up carefully, and set everything out on the desk, after moving the papers away.

"Okay, I need your fingerprints, so I know which ones are yours." Fabian said, handing her an ink pad, as well as two slips of paper. She nodded, opening it.

"Have one paper have your left fingerprints, and the other your right. It'll be easier that way." Fabian mentioned, as he started searching for prints.

Nina marked her fingers with ink, doing as he said. After she finished, she slid them over to him, using her wrist since her fingers were inked.

"Where's your bathroom?" Nina asked, holding her fingers up. Fabian glanced at her, laughing.

"Straight across." Fabian told her, going back to his work. Nina got up, and went to his bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Nina washed her hands thoroughly, and then dried them off. The towels were extremely soft, her towels at home weren't at all. One time, one of her towels actually cut her slightly. She had to throw it away, as well as many others. Gran eventually bought her some decent ones, but none of them were as soft as the ones Fabian had.

While Nina pondered about the towels, Fabian couldn't find any fingerprints, other than Nina's. There should have been others, so he knew whoever else handled it, must have had gloves on. This made it even more suspicious.

Nina walked back into the room, and noticed his kit was already away. How fast was he able to figure it out?

"Find anything?" Nina asked him, sitting back down. He shook his head.

"There should have been other prints, but there isn't anything. They had to have worn gloves." Fabian responded, turning his computer on. "So I guess now, we should just try to figure out what this 'Chosen One' thing is referring to."

Nina watched him as he scrolled through the pages, he seemed uninterested with the results. He eventually rephrased 'Chosen One' to 'Chosen One Egyptian'. That got him different results, and he clicked on the first one.

As he read, he said "The 'Chosen One' involves the Gods Anubis and Amneris, making some sort of agreement."

"What kind of agreement?" Nina asked him, looking over at his computer screen.

"It doesn't say, sadly." Fabian responded, clicking off it. He went down the search page, and hit another article.

Sarah Frobisher-Smythe, an Egyptian mystery. Crazy, or real?

The two of them both read it to themselves quickly.

"So, she was thought to be some sort of 'Chosen One'?" Nina questioned, her eyes wandering back over to Fabian, who was still staring at the screen. He seemed annoyed, he wasn't finding the information he needed.

"Yes, but she just died, two weeks ago, and there is nothing else about it." Fabian mumbled, turning his computer off. "This is going to be harder than I thought."

~JessIsTheBest~