The nightmare that won't go away chapter 3 – He's coming

Norman just grunted under his breath as he and his father set up his substitute 'room' in the living room. It was now 9:30pm and whilst Sandra and Aggie were out buying things Aggie would need (that's why Sandra went with her... yeah), Norman and his father had to build a canopy in the living room for Norman to sleep in. Why, you ask? Simple; Aggie was taking Norman's room.

When Norman found out that Aggie would be staying with them, he was the happiest Babcock alive and his sister knew it. What brought his spirits down a bit was that Aggie had nowhere to sleep at the time. So because Aggie was 'the guest' (for now) and it was Norman's idea in the first place, his mum had insisted that until they could gather up enough spare money for her own bed, Aggie would sleep in Norman's room and Norman would sleep on the couch; Norman was alright with this along as he was allowed to 'decorate' a bit so reluctantly, his parents agreed.

By now, Norman had put his alarm clock, a couple of posters and his laptop (yeah, I decided to give him one for the heck of it) in his taped of section of the living room. Right now, Perry was helping Norman build a canopy so that Norman could still have his own 'room'. Just as the canopy was set up, Norman realised that he had left something important up in his bedroom and had to get it before Aggie and his mum got home.

"Thanks for the help, dad!" Norman shouted quickly as he left the living room; leaving his father to finish putting up the canopy. Norman then quickly ran up the stairs, into his room, and to the closet in which his important item was kept. Norman then opened the closet and searched through it until he found what he was looking for; a locked box that said the words 'dear Aggie' on the top.

Inside the box were lots of love letters to Norman's new roommate; he had started writing them when he hit thirteen so he could express himself and get his feelings off his chest so there must've been about 100 separate letters in the box right now. The reason he was removing them from his room because said roommate was moving into HIS room temporarily and if she were to find the box, knowing Aggie, it would only be a certain amount of time until she used her witchy powers to open the lock and reveal Norman's secret. Honestly, he wasn't worried about what Aggie would think; he was worried about the fact that she might tell his parents that he had been writing love letters to her.

As Norman went down the stairs, secret box in hand, he stopped when he noticed his mother and his crush standing in the hallway, shopping bags in their hands. "Perry!" Sandra shouted out as both of the females looked for the bearded man. "I'm in here!" he called in response from the living room. Both girls walked in to find Perry struggling to stand on a ladder whilst holding a corner of Norman's canopy. "Err, Mr. Babcock, do you need some help?" Aggie asked, putting down her bags of shopping and preparing herself to aid the man. "No Agatha, I'm fine but I am a bit steamed that my son just left me here to do something else." It was at that moment that Norman poked his head through the doorway. "I thought you were done!" he shouted before he walked into the kitchen.

Even though he had kept it well hidden until he put it into his 'room', Norman didn't realise that whilst talking to his father in the doorway, Aggie had seen the box in his hands... and the writing on top of it...


Meanwhile...

Byron White walked onto the roof of the "Wide spread" headquarters and went over to a helicopter that was ready to take Byron to his location; the pilot standing at the side. "You the pilot?" Byron asked him. The pilot looked up to see a man who looked to be in his late 30s – mid 40s, had brown eyes, short black hair with black sideburns and a small scar on his left eye; he was wearing an army uniform for disguise. "That depends; are you Mr. White?" the pilot asked. The mercenary nodded. "Then hop on; the boss says he wants you there 6:00am sharp, so we've only got..." the pilot paused to look at his watch. "9 hours and 40 minutes and it's going to take at least 8 hours to get there."

With that, Byron got into the back seat of the helicopter whilst the pilot got into the front and started up the engine. Just as the helicopter was taking off, unbeknownst to either of the passengers; a tall, lanky, skinny man with bright blue eyes, mop-like blonde hair and a nametag that said 'Dr. Crawden Babcock' on his lab coat threw a tracking device he had stolen from the company armoury onto the helicopter. With that done, the scientist went back inside to formulate a plan on how to rescue his nephew from the jaws of science.

After making his way back into the building from the roof, Dr. Crawden found himself at the front door to the office of his best friend; Professor Ryder Todd. Dr. Crawden then knocked and after hearing a quiet "come in", stepped inside to see his friend sitting at his desk. Ryder Todd looked up, revealing his black skinned face with brown eyes, black beard, moustache and short afro to look at his friend; he smiley happily.

"Dr. Babcock" Ryder said with a bit of friendly sarcasm. "To what have I done to deserve to be an audience to you?" Prof. Todd then took a closer look at his friend and realised he was sweating nervously and had a serious look on his face. Ryder's attitude immediately changed from humorous to concern. "Crawden, what's wrong?" he asked. "It's my nephew, Ryder." Crawden responded. "The company want him for something." Prof. Todd pulled out a pen and a pad of paper to take down notes. "What's your nephew's name?" he asked. "Norman Babcock."

Ryder wrote down the name so he wouldn't forget it and then typed his friend's nephew's name into the "Wide spread" database search. After a while of searching, Ryder 'ahhd' with wonder. "Ah yes, Mr. Norman Babcock. According to this, the company has been tracking his life activities for two years now; what do the company want him for, Crawden?"

Dr. Crawden sat down at the desk; his friend staring at him. "They want to experiment on him, Ryder; I have to stop them. I know I said five years ago that I would do anything in the name of science but I won't let a member of my family become a lab rat, especially here." Crawden leaned forward so he was face-to-face with his friend. "You know how far this company will go to get what it wants; I have to stop that mercenary." It was then that Ryder's eyes went wide. "MERCENARY!?" he shouted. "Who? Why?" he asked.

"The mercenary's name is Byron White. He's a rookie but the boss seems to have good faith in him which doesn't make me feel any better. You see Ryder, Norman has this... gift; he was born with it. I now believe that the boss wants Norman brought in to be experimented on so they can try and sell this worldwide. Bottom line Ryder is... I need your help." When those words escaped Crawden's lips, Ryder smiled brightly. "Anything for a friend. Come on, let's go save your nephew."

And with that, Dr. Crawden Babcock and Prof. Ryder Todd left the office; only Norman on their minds. As the two scientists were looking for a way to get to Massachusetts, Byron White was in a helicopter on his way there. As the helicopter went faster to catch up on time, the mercenary pulled out a picture from his pocket; the picture consisted of him and his wife; a women with red eyes and blonde hair.

"Don't worry Shannon, as soon as I complete this assignment, we'll have all the money we need. We'll get you that operation and you'll be all better again; I promise..."


(A/N – I'm sorry; I couldn't resist adding a bit of a sad storyline to the antagonist but to all you reviewers, I have a question about Byron White. You now all know his motives for taking on this assignment to capture Norman and I just want to ask you guys, do you feel sorry for him and do you truly think he is a bad man?)