Hey, Nukia here!
This fanfiction is a side story to Beyond This Love.
I wrote this chapter last week sometime, but I've been too busy to post it up. I always find that I can write a chapter quicker when it's shorter. I think I'm going to concentrate on this fanfiction for a while, I will get back to Beyond This Love at some point. I just want to finish this one first, then the rest will hopefully be easy and I hope people are enjoying this because I've got no idea if people are reading this story anymore. I'm going to be busy for the next two weeks, so I'll try my best with updating.
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Chapter 9!
It had been 5 days since I saw the emergency news report on the television about the body being found in Martyr Worthy, it was still all over the news and on the front page of the Winchester's local newspaper the Hampshire Chronicle. I took a peek at one of the newspapers when Rose wasn't looking, the victims were both under the age of 16 and female. Their names hadn't been given out yet, but the newspaper's articles described the murder scenes as gruesome.
I managed to get in touched with A, he told me that he his fine and it was his mentor who was rude to me on the telephone. He didn't tell me his mentor's name though, he said it wasn't important and that I shouldn't worry about him because he his safe at The Wammy House with Watari. Mr Wammy had visited us too, he got someone to install security lights in the front and back garden of the cottage, panic buttons in the bedrooms and new bolts on the cottage's doors on the behalf of my Aunt Thora. She as decided to stay at the health retreat for a while longer, she doesn't want to return back home to all of the horrible events that are happening in Winchester right now.
I closed my book and glanced over at the wall clock above the fireplace, it was only 8:27pm and I was really bored. I haven't been allowed to go outside much because Rose won't let me, I got up from the sofa and placed my book down on the coffee table. I left the living room and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I guess I should get ready for bed, there is nothing else to do around here until the morning. I got washed, brushed my teeth and got changed into my nightie. I went to see Rose in the kitchen before I went to my bedroom for the night, she gave me a glass of water and told me to bolt my bedroom door.
" Remember to lock your bedroom window too, it's better safe than sorry so my old Mum use to say..." She said as she smiled at down at me. " Sweet dreams my dear! I'll knock three times on your bedroom door when it's morning, then we're have omelettes for breakfast. How does that sound?"
" That sounds really good!" I smiled.
" Now go and get yourself off to bed, I've got to lock up the cottage now..." She smiled.
" Okay Rose, would you like me to bolt the front door for you?" I asked. " I'll be walking right past the front door anyway before I go upstairs, it will be one less job for you to worry about..."
" Okay my love, but I will double-check it before I turn in for the night..." She replied and walked over to the kitchen window. " Goodnight, sweet dreams and remember not to read any of those scary books A gave you..."
" Okay..." I giggled.
I watched her check the window and then draw the yellow curtains, she's been on edge for the last few days. I don't blame her though, I'm kind of frightened too. I left the kitchen and bolted the front door, at least we're safe inside the cottage. There's also bolts on the living room door and the kitchen door, no one was getting in or out of the cottage. I said goodnight to Rose and quickly made my way to my bedroom, I can't wait till it's morning.
It was now 10:45pm, I wasn't tired yet and decided to do some drawing well listening to The Scatman song on my pink coloured Walkman. I had switched my bedroom light off and turned my bedside table's lamp on, this way Rose wouldn't know I was still awake. I removed both of my earphones from my ears, I picked my yellow pencil crayon up from my pillow and coloured part of a moon in on my drawing. I sighed deeply as the tip of my pencil broke, I got up from my bed and walked over to my desk. I opened the draw and took my pencil sharper from it.
" Bada bwi ba ba bada bo, baba ba da bo, bwi ba ba ba do..." I sang quietly to myself as I sharpened my pencil crayon over my dressing table's draw and danced on the spot. " Bada bwi ba ba bada bo..."
I put my sharpener back in my draw when I had finished, I smiled slightly to myself as I spotted a small black walkie-talkie that A had given to me a few months ago in the back of my draw. I wonder if it still works? I took it from my dresser draw, I walked back over to my bed and sat down on it. I switched the walkie-talkie on as I lay back on my bed, it was a really expensive looking walkie-talkie. A had told me that he had it specially made by one of the kids at the orphanage named Q, he also told me that it works like a telephone and that he would always keep it on charge in is bedroom on a special battery machine invention. I pressed the blue button on the side of the walkie-talkie and put the speaker part of it near my mouth.
" A, are you there? " I whispered into the speaker. " It's me, SJ. I'm bored and want to talk, over..."
I giggled slightly when I heard some rustling sounds coming from the walkie-talkie, I put my pencil crayon to my lips and deeply sighed to myself. I got up from my bed and walked over to the window, I wonder if A is awake? It sounds like his walkie-talkie is switched on at his end though, maybe he's asleep or not in his room. I drew one of my curtain back and took a look up at the night sky through my window, it was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, the stars were shining and the fields behind the cottage were still. I looked down at my walkie-talkie in my hand when I hear a muffled voice come through the speaker, I pressed the button on it again and held it towards my mouth.
" Hello A, do you have a bad throat?" I asked quietly and rested my hand on the window sill. " You don't have to talk if your throat is sore, are you ill?"
" Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra..." Replied a croaky male's voice in a low calm tone from the other end of the walkie-talkie. " Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris; et ne nos inducas in tentationem..."
" It sounds like you've got a frog in your throat, are you going to croak?" I asked with a giggle.
" Mhm..." I heard the voice say. " Rana, letum..."
" Are you speaking in tongues?" I asked." I think you should go back to bed, you sound terrible. Maybe I could come and visit you if Rose will allow it, I could make you some soup or chocolate peanut brownies. I think Rose would let me cook something for you if you're ill, she taught me how to make tomato and bacon soup last week. Well, I didn't chop the tomatoes because she won't let me use knifes yet..."
" Sssssh..." Replied the voice in a gently tone.
" Sssh to you too!" I smiled, I partly drew the window's curtain and walked back over to my bed." I should go now, I need to put my drawing stuff away before I go to sleep. I'll give you a ring later, get better soon and take plenty of bed rest!"
" Sed libera nos a malo. Amen..." I heard the voice say before the walkie-talkie at the other end got switched off.
I switched the walkie-talkie off and placed it down on my bedside table, that was kind of weird. I mean, I've known A since I was 8 years old and he's never spoken to me like that before. I wonder if he's okay? I don't even understand what he was saying, he must have been talking in tongues or he's got a really bad fever.
I gathered up all of my drawing stuff up from my bed, I put them away and climbed into my bed. I covered myself up with my pink blankets and quickly looked over at the bedroom window when I saw a flash come from outside. I wonder what that was? Maybe there is a thunderstorm is coming, I sighed to myself as I lay back in my bed and put my hands behind my head. I looked over at my window again as I saw another flash come from outside, I closed my eyes and covered my head up with my blankets. I hate thunderstorms!
I was awoken by Rose knocking on my bedroom door, I pulled my blankets off me and jumped out of my Bed. I drew my bedroom's curtains back and shielded my eyes as the morning's sunlight entered my room, I hate the sunlight sometimes first thing in the morning. I grabbed my yellow house coat from the back of the door, I put it on and unlocked my bedroom door. I was greeted by Rose when I opened my bedroom's door, she gave me a letter and told me that breakfast would be on the table in 20 minutes. I gave her a nod before I walked back in my room, I climbed back on my bed and carefully opened the small white envelope.
" I wonder who it's from?" I asked myself with a smile. " Maybe it's from Bella, I've not heard from her for a while..."
I took the folded up letter from the envelope, I frowned slightly as a few photographs fell out of it onto my bed. I picked one of the photographs up from my bed and gasped, it was photo of the cottage. I quickly looked through the other photographs and bit at my bottom lip when I saw that one photos had me looking out of my bedroom window in it, I wonder who as took them? There was a photo of the front door of the cottage, the side alleyway that runs along the side of the cottage where I keep my bike and the back garden. I opened up the letter, I tilted my head as I tried to read the writing. I don't think it's English, the only word I understand in it was amen which is normally used after people say their preys.
" Elizabeth!" I heard Rose call from downstairs. " Your Aunt is on the phone, she wishes to speak to you!"
" Okay Rose, I will be down in a moment!" I yelled.
" Now Elizabeth, you know very well that your moments turn into minutes!" I heard her call from downstairs. " Do you want any bacon with your omelette?!"
" Sure, that sounds good!" I replied.
I quickly put the letter and photographs back in the envelope, I wonder who took these photographs? Maybe I should tell Rose about them, but then she may worry with all of The Midnight Slasher business happening in Winchester right now. I guess there is only one person I would be able to tell about these photographs, I really need to ring A if Rose will allow me to. I stuffed the envelope under my pillow in my bed, I grabbed my empty glass from my bedside table and quickly left my bedroom.