Small wave

Hey guys, been a little while, hasn't it? I'm super sorry about the late update(even though I don't have a update schedule-). I've had a really rough past couple weeks and honestly? It's not getting any easier.

I lost someone very, very close to me. And it's been very hard to find motivation to do much of anything, let alone write. But I'm trying to get back into writing again.

That, and my internet shut off. Luckily, I have a friend that lives closeby the has internet, but other than that, I'm leeching off whatever free wifi I can get until I can pay my bill again.

So, with that, I'd like like to thank you all for reading!

Sorry for the super long author's note! Enjoy chapter 19!

Oh, and to Stargone, I changed the rating, thank you for letting me know! And thank you for the wonderful comment!

EDIT

Okay, sorry if the first time around that this chapter was posted it didn't load correctly. Like I said, I'm using some free wifi, and it really, really sucks-


We did a few more cases near the border before going back into the US, my aunt heading back in the direction towards where I lived. Summer seemed to be flying by faster than I originally expected. I sighed and leaned my head against the window. We were in Missouri at the moment and my aunt had told me that she'd take me on one more case before taking me back home in Arkansas.

"So, there's a poltergeist in St. Louis." My aunt commented and I shrugged. Although I found it hilarious when poltergeists threw things around like a two year old throwing a fit, it was a bit cliché.

"Sounds lame." I said dully.

"Yes, but it's better than nothing." She pointed out. I groaned and leaned back in my seat.

"There anything else?" I asked and my aunt handed me a stack of folders.

"There's a lot." She stated. "Some are just hoaxes and can easily be debunked, but if you'd like to look through those, you can." I frowned and opened the top folder, looking through the contents before rolling my eyes at the case and tossing it behind my seat. My aunt gave me a disapproving glance before focusing on the road again. I looked through each of the folders, nothing really catching my interest until I saw a lone file on the floor by my aunt's seat.

"What's that one?" I asked, reaching for it. My aunt looked at me, about to protest, but I already had my hands on the document as I began looking through it.

"Allie, that one's—"

"The Mothman?" I inquired, looking at her. "You study this guy?" She frowned, lips pulling into a taut line.

"Yes." She answered after a moment of silence. "He's very hard to track, Allie, and he seems to be able to predict disasters our society can't see."

"Like the Point Pleasant thing?" My aunt nodded at my question.

"Yes," She replied quietly. "He's… almost like a prophet of sorts." I snorted at that.

"More like a harbinger of destruction." I muttered.

"Still, if we could somehow get to him, just maybe we could have a weapon against the predicted disasters." I raised a brow at her.

"So," I drawled. "You wanna use this guy to stop bad things from happening? Why in the hell would he wanna help selfish creatures like humans?"

"Not all humans are selfish, Allie." My aunt pointed out.

"Yeah, but most are." I retorted. "And it's those ones that fuck the rest of us over." My aunt sighed and shook her head. I read through the Mothman's file before tilting my head.

"Why don't we do this case?" I asked as my aunt looked at me again.

"I don't know where he's going to be next." She said simply. "There's no leads. It's a cold case right now." I frowned and pulled out my phone, opening google and searching up 'mothman sightings'. Hey, you never know and a lot of news stations eat this crap up.

"There's been sightings in Kansas City." I told my aunt and she raised a brow.

"Allie-"

"Come on." I pleaded. "Please? There's gotta be something there." My aunt looked at me for a second before looking back at the road in thought.

"Alright." She agreed. "I hope you're right, Allie." I grinned as we began heading for Kansas City.

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Kansas City came into view and I looked around in excitement. This was my last case with my aunt before I had to go back home and I was looking forward to hopefully seeing the Mothman.

"Don't get too excited, Allie." My aunt said. "We don't even know if he's here." I frowned at her statement. I think this was the first time I heard doubt in her voice.

"He could be." I countered, still looking. "You never know." We lapsed into silence after that.

My aunt found a decent hotel for us to stay at for a few days while we investigated the city for the Mothman. It was nice enough and had that homey feel to it. I pulled out my laptop and began researching the recent sightings of the harbinger of destruction, seeing if there was any way to get to the guy. So far, it seemed as though there was only a few eye witness testimonies and no physical evidence. I groaned and rubbed a temple in deep thought. There had to be some way to get some evidence on this guy.

"Don't stress too much over this, Allie." My aunt said suddenly, scaring the bejesus out of me as I let out an undignified yelp.

"Christ in a basket, don't sneak up on me like that!" I scowled, glaring at my now laughing aunt.

"Oh Allie," She chuckled. "I told you I went to go get a pizza and I'd be right back, you were so absorbed into your computer that you didn't even hear me." I frowned and shook my head, eyeing the pizza. I was pretty hungry…

I put my laptop onto the bed and got up, going to the pizza box and grabbing a slice. Couldn't be hungry on a case, right?

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"Allie, what are we doing here?" My aunt asked as she stared at the museum I made her drive to.

"Finding clues." I stated, giving her a bored look. "Duh." She rolled her eyes playfully and ruffled my hair.

"Watch it or I'll leave you here." She warned, wagging a finger at me. I wrinkled my nose and walked into the World War I museum, hoping that there'd be something here. Most of the witness testimonies centered around the historic buildings and landmarks of great importance.

It's got pretty much what any museum would have; the guns, bombs, fake figures of the leaders from WWI. I sighed and looked at a figure of… some Japanese guy.

Yeah, I suck at history. So sue me.

I waited, reading through plaques and summaries of the battles that took place, the important people that helped/died during the terrible time. I must've circled the museum at least three times before sighing heavily. My feet were killing me, my head was pounding from reading the same sentences over and over, and there was no sign of the one guy I wanted to see.

I groaned and began walking back to the lobby, wincing slightly as pain shot through my heels. Yeah, that was going to hurt in the morning.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Feet hurt like hell." I replied. "There's nothing but boring stuff here, let's go." She chuckled and turned towards the exit, walking towards the RV as I painfully followed. I swear I was not going to move for a month after this.

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"Allie, we're going to hit the road tomorrow, okay?" My aunt stated. I looked up at her from my position on the bed, laptop open as I was continuing my search.

"But I haven't caught the Mothman yet!" I protested.

"Yes, I know, but summer is almost over," My aunt reminded. "I have to get you back or your mother is going to have a cow." I groaned and flopped against the bed. Aunt Valerie shook her head and mentioned that she would be out for a bit on a different case before heading out, reminding me to stay in the hotel. I frowned as I watched the door close. What was I? Twelve? I can handle myself…

I researched a bit more until I got bored and closed my laptop, swinging my feet off the bed and getting up to stretch. I needed to get to the bottom of this or it was going to drive me insane.

But first, I think I would have a little snack.

I put my shoes on and decided to grab something from the vending machine in the hall. I'm sure they had a bag of chips or something I could munch on for a bit. It didn't take too long for me to decide on some chips, classic sour cream and onion.

As I bent down to grab the bag, something darted across the hall to my left and I snapped my gaze up, completely forgetting about the chips. I cautiously crept up to the corner and peeked around the edge. It was possible that whatever it was had left, but my jaw dropped when a black figure stood at the edge of the hall, staring at me with wide, owlish eyes.

No fucking way.

Before another thought could cross my mind, he darted away and I gave chase. I followed the black figure as it twisted and turned through the hallways, seeming to stop and wait for me to 'catch up' with it. I narrowed my eyes as I followed, seeing the creature slip through a door. I caught up finally and read the sign above the door, raising a brow.

"Boiler room, huh?" I muttered. "Ooh, goody. Gonna get fucking killed in here..." I opened the door and followed the figure in.

It was dark, but eerie red lights illuminated the pathway along with the orange from the flames that heated the machinery. I felt like I was in a Nightmare on Elm Street movie, cautiously walking along the path as I glanced around. There were pipes weaving through each other along the ceiling and I could hear the water rushing through them.

"So… you are the child." I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the voice, deep and slightly raspy, as if whoever spoke was ancient.

"The fuck!?" I squeaked as I turned and looked up, seeing the Mothman crouching on one of the brass pipes above. He was odd looking to say the least. His skin was completely black and I could barely distinguish him from the shadows, but I did see his humanoid shape. Large wings curled around his body as he watched me through large, red eyes, pupils dilated so the iris of his eyes were barely a ring of red.

"Hm…" He mused, blinking once. "…not what I was expecting. We have no choice, I suppose." I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes.

"What were you expecting?" I wondered out loud. What was he going on about?

"A savior." He replied dully. "Someone to end the rule of our tyrant below."

"Your tyrant?" I echoed. "Dude, what the fuck are you on?" A dry laugh echoed through the room.

"You have no idea what you have brought upon yourself… do you?" He asked and I became even more confused.

"Instead of laughing at me can you explain what the fuck you're going on about?!" I snapped, glaring at the entity.

"Ah… I could" He mused, tapping a clawed hand on his chin as his eyes closed, as if he were thinking hard about something. "But, there are so many variables that would be changed… the outcome of this choice… it could end our very lives."

"Dude, you confusing the shit out of me." I deadpanned and watched as he opened his eyes to blink owlishly at me again.

"Hmm… ah, yes, that could work…" He murmured, seeming to ignore me as he stood on the pipe, his feet were more like large talons, like an owl. He was hella tall, probably almost eight feet. He looked back at me this time, pupils contracting down to slits. "Beware, little human. Your life… and the life of everyone you hold close, is about to change drastically. Beware the choices you make, girl." His wings spread out as he flapped them, stirring dust and debris. I shielded my eyes to stop the dirt and such from getting into them and looked back up, seeing the creature had disappeared.

"…the very fate of our world relies on you."

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"Allie, what where you doing in the boiler room?" My aunt asked as I packed my laptop away. I shrugged.

"Thought I saw something." I replied, not really saying anything else. Aunt Valerie looked at me with furrowed brows.

"Are you alright?" She inquired in concern and I nodded.

"Yep." I said as I picked up my bag and looked at her. "Let's get going. I really don't want a cow as a sibling, Dalton is enough for me." My aunt laughed slightly.

"Alright then." She said. "Let's get going. We should be back in no time." I groaned.

"Great," I said sarcastically. "I can't wait to see all the douchebags at school again…" Aunt Valerie snorted in amusement.

"Oh my god, Allie," She sighed. "You can be such a drama queen sometimes."

"Am not." I shot back. "I'm only telling the truth." She shook her head with a smile as she walked out of the room and I was right behind her. I tossed a glance behind me, towards the boiler room. I don't know what I was expecting, but there was no one in the hall. I sighed and turned to look forward once more.

What the hell was the Mothman talking about…? Savior, usurping a tyrant, something about the fate of our world rests with me? That wasn't me. I wasn't some hero, some messiah. I was just a kid trying to get through life.

So… why did I have the sinking feeling that everything from here on out was just going to get worse?


There you have it! And now we got a little bit of plot going!

But there's more than what Mothman was letting on, so you'll have to stay tuned and find what's really going on!

Again, thank you all so much for reading this, I really appreciate it. I love reading through all the comments and seeing your reactions to my writing. Thank you again.

So, with all that said, what do you all think is going to happen next? Let me know in the comments and I'll respond with the next chapter update!