YAY! My writer's block is gone! Thank you to LaDyPeRcAbEtHiSQueenb! (I hope I got all the caps right) Your advice really helped me! Thanks to you, I can get back to the story! It might be a little short since I have a science test to study for, but I'll do my best. Let's go!
Reyna's Pov:
I hop in the passenger seat of Caspar's car, and he drives off to Michael's apartment. We've been there a few times before, and it's always incredibly neat and organized. That's why I'm immediately surprised when we arrive at his apartment.
I'm already a slight bit worried when Michael doesn't come to the door. I called him 15 minutes ago. What can happen in 15 minutes? Apparently a lot. Caspar eventually just kicks open the door. I gasp when I step into his apartment after him.
"What happened in here? Michael?" I call his name, but I am met with silence, confirming what I had thought would happen. His usually unbelievably neat apartment is worse than Percy's old cabin, which says a lot. All of the drawers are pulled out from their slots. Papers are thrown everywhere.
"What happened, an earthquake?" Caspar asks. He starts rooting through the mess, and when I look at his face, I can see my own expression reflected there. Worry. And fear.
"Something a lot worse than an earthquake, I think," I say.
Caspar climbs up the glass staircase, and I see him bend down to look at something. "Oh god," he says.
I furrow my eyebrows, and dash up the steps to him. "What is it?" I ask.
He doesn't have to answer though. The blood stands out clearly against the clear, but now scratched up surface of the glass. He follows the trail up the stairs to Michael's second living room. It's as bad as downstairs. There was obviously a struggle, and that worries me even more. We search the whole house, and it's pretty obvious Michael isn't here. And he's been taken by someone.
Yeah, it was short, so sorry about that...I'm thinking about changing the title, because this one isn't really that good. Tell me if you think it's a good idea to change it or not.