Sorry about the original double chapter issue, it is now fixed. This is also a year later, so Marina is still thirteen and Clive is twenty. Enjoy!
Clive POV- 20 Years Old
"I'm going out now, bye everyone!"
"Off to see your boyfriend, hmm?"
"Oh Clive, I haven't got one" Marina giggled.
This wasn't the usual Sunday morning conversation between me and my sister; it was nothing of the sort. Since Spring and Cogg didn't know about our arguments, we had to pretend we were the best of friends, so this was merely an act. Marina was actually going out since we had just had yet another argument, and she needed to get everything off her chest. According to her starsign (I started to study astronomy after I met the astrologer for the local paper), she was a Cancerian, which meant she absolutely hated having her emotions upset, while I, a Scorpio can hold them back and will fight off anyone just so I can get what I want, including her. Just as she left the flat, I noticed a small book she had been writing for left on the table. Picking it up carefully, I noticed it was her diary, and she had left it unlocked. Well, this should be fun, I thought. Opening it onto the first page I came across, I began to read the entry (which happened to be today's):
20th July 1944,
Dear Diary,
Apart from one thing today, nothing has really been different. Clive's still being an absolute lunatic with his plans to destroy London, and we've had yet another argument over it. I may be only thirteen when he's twenty , but I still know just as much as he does, especially when it comes to Science and Mechanics, due to living with Eleanor, and her brother, Robert, also worked on mechanics, so I know about both subjects well. I was also schooled up until her death, by another brother, a teacher named Markus, so I'm not simple. If he thinks I'm just playing up, then he should think twice,
Marina
I never knew that that was what she wrote in her diary! Reading a few more entries at different times, some before we started arguing, some straight after one, it just made me think differently. But I knew how much she could really get carried away with herself, so I just put it back right where it was. Seems as though my younger sister was changing sides with me now. That was when I picked up the paper. Dimitri was going somewhere that I wasn't sure of, so I didn't have anything to do today. Might as well read the headlines, despite it being a paper I didn't write for. I looked at the title to see a young boy of around ten with a white shirt and blue suspenders, with a little cap shoved over his messy bronze hair, similar to my own. He was standing next to a man of around thirty-five to forty, who an obvious top hat, with a dark coat over an orange shirt, leggings of the same colour as the coat and some dark green shoes. Wait, I recognised him. Wait, wasn't he the man who dragged me away from going back into the house after the explosion. Looking at him like that, I knew I knew him. Reading the caption with the photo, it wasn't hard to find his name. Professor Hershel Layton. That's when I realised. I was becoming insane. And the only person who could help me stop this was him. Dimitri and I had planned a date we would roughly go after Bill, in about two or three years, meaning that the boy would be twelve or thirteen, and the Professor about 40. Hmm, that could work. As long as Dimitri didn't find out, otherwise he would do something that would probably be very painful or disturbing. Let's say, Dimitri looked innocent, but he could do some things most people couldn't. He could probably kill if he needed to. Sometimes you had to just obey him; otherwise his bad side would come out. Still, I still wanted Bill dead, but I didn't want to go too far. Urgh, life was rubbish. This was when Marina came back in. She was carrying some brown paper bags, full of groceries. She'd obviously been asked to do the weekly shop. Putting down what she was currently holding, and going back downstairs to fetch the next lot, I smiled to myself. She had managed to keep our arguments hidden well, and she had managed to go through her normal daily routine. She was a smart girl, and she knew a lot of techniques. Coming up with the second lot, which looked like it had cheese, milk, and other dairy products, she gave me the death stare. Spring and Cogg had gone out just seconds ago for an unknown reason, so I had the chance to make it seem like we weren't the best of friends. "What was that for?"
"Because you're just standing there without even trying to help"
"Stop picking an argument for no reason"
"Says you"
This ended in me grabbing her wrist tightly, so she couldn't escape. She squealed, but I used my other hand to cover her mouth. Which I quickly loosened and let go. I had just realised how much like Jackson I was becoming. And the target was my own sister. She was obviously confused with me. But there was one question I asked myself. Who am I, and what am I doing with my life?
So, there's chapter 14. I am also going to be working on a new story, not under Professor Layton though, so I may take a bit longer to update. Thanks for reading!