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Episode 2-02 |
Tom Residence Robert
Carlyle approached Darla
Tom. “So, how is my little son doing so far?” “Don’t
call him that. It –” “Son?!”
came Kassie Tom’s
voice came from the doorway. She stood with an equally
confused Patrick Donavon.
“I don’t believe it! Is there something you two want
to tell us…?” “I…
uh…” Darla stuttered. “All
I meant,” Robert said, lying with a straight face,
“was that since I’ve been taking care of your
mother, it feels like my son. I am in no way the father
of this baby. I was… out of town at the time it was
conceived, even.” Kassie
nodded. “Of course.” She pushed her dirty-blonde
hair from her eyes. “I guess am just so shocked that
my mother was pregnant in the first place.” Patrick
still remained unsure. “C’mon,”
Kassie urged Patrick. “We have to make sure your room
is set.” Patrick
followed Kassie up the stairs. “Do you believe what
Robert said?” Kassie
spun around. “What? Of course I do. It is absurd.” “Is
it really?” “Yes!”
Kassie exclaimed. “My mother has been a devout
Catholic since I was a child. There is hardly a chance
she’d have lusted over another man, let alone conceive
a child.” Patrick
nodded, but he doubts remained. Back
in the kitchen, Darla spooned a yogurt cup. “That
was close,” Robert said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“From now on, I am not going to say anything unless
they are out of this house.” Darla
remained silent. “Is
everything alright?” Robert asked. Darla
raised her head ever so slightly, and spoke in a worried
tone. “I’m not sure we’re going to get away with
it. And if we do, I’m not going to Heaven.” King Mansion Julian
King sat in the dining room. He was looking at yet
another editorial in the Presence Chronicle. “Damn
John Johnson,” he cursed aloud. “Damn everyone who
has been writing such things about our family. ‘Adam
King is a disgrace to humans in general,’ he writes,
‘and he represents his whole family quite well.’
Damn!” “I’m
just sick of waiting to hear about Adam.” Constance
King entered the room with her hair tied up in an elegant
bun, and a silver gown. “And you worry about the King
name.” Julian
turns to his wife. “You are looking beautiful, as
always.” Constance
turned to her husband. “And you look pig-headed, as
always.” Julian
got ready to give a comeback, but the phone rang.
“Henderson!” he called out. “He’s
left. His wife got sick, and I said he could go.”
Constance moved to the phone. “I’ll get it.” “It
better not be damn reporter. We have no comments.” Constance
answered. “It’s John.” Her voice was lackluster,
as if she wasn’t excited to hear her own son. “Put
him on speakerphone,” Julian said excitedly. Constance
touched a button, and the voice of a young man came over
the speaker. “Mother? Father? It’s been a while.” “It
certainly has. We haven’t been in touch for several
months. How are politics going?” Julian said. “Things
are going great. Being mayor is simple enough… when I
can get everyone else to do the work. I just cut the
ribbon and get in the picture.” John’s voice
crackled then became clear again. “Who
did you kick down to get to the top?” Constance asked
bitterly. “Who
didn’t he kick down?!” Julian spoke forcefully, but
happily. “Our son’s a true King, through and
through!” Constance
backed away from the phone, and sat on the far side of
the room. “I
heard about Adam. Shame, isn’t it? I’m feeling the
heat all the way here.” John was unsympathetic. “I
have a meeting to get to. Sorry the chat was so
short.” “Thank
God…” Constance whispered under her breath. “See
you son. Visit some time!” Julian hung up. “Good
boy, eh?” Constance
didn’t answer. She turned around, and quietly made her
way upstairs. Consuelos Residence “…and
now I’m going to jail because of you! You are selfish.
What are you getting out of this anyways? I killed a
man, and now it’s as if you’ve hated me all your
life…” “Hello…”
Brianna Huber cooed, listening to Mateo
Consuelos’ brother speak. She quickly moved
behind a large group of evergreen shrubs in her yard.
She strained to hear. “…and
I’m going to be damned if you are going to get me
caught!” Bingo!
Brianna thought excitedly. This is getting
interesting… “This
is your own doing!” Skye
Lore blasted back, finally getting word in. “And
don’t get angry at me. I’m the only way out of this
mess.” “How
could you help me? You’ll probably say that going to
the police and confessing will be the fourth missing
prophecy. ‘Confess!’ you’ll say. ‘You’ll be
free afterwards.’ I almost killed my own brother.” Skye
shook her head. “If it was the fourth prophecy, I
assure you it would save you somehow. I wasn’t wrong,
mind you. You never bewared of Mateo. And you’ll pay
the price.” Brianna
pulled a pad of paper from her purse and began jotting
down notes feverishly. “How?”
Dean Consuelos
asked.
“I’ve seen you lately. You are getting weaker. I
know it.” Skye
shifted slightly. “I… I have just been keeping low,
that’s all. I don’t want anyone to start getting
suspicious that demons have invaded my body and given me
special powers… not that they’d believe me.” “Think
again…” Brianna breathed. “I think they
re-released The Exorcist just for me! This is the
perfect time for a story like this. The public will
devour it!” “Maybe
one all your powers are gone, you’ll act like a real
person, with a real past,” Dean said, turning around.
“Because I murdered someone, and that’s no joke.” “What
is this about murder?” Mateo exclaimed, come out of
the house. As
Dean stuttered for an answer, a police cruiser pulled up
to the driveway. And they had tracked down the man they
needed… Evans Residence Addy
Evans answered the door as soon as the doorbell
rang. As she swung it open, and man stood there with a
package. “I
am so sorry, m’am,” he began, “but I forgot this
one model you ordered. I almost delivered it to the
wrong house. I didn’t think big companies used hand
written labels anymore.” Addy
thanked the man, and placed the packages in the living
room. She needed to work, but had so much on her mind. “Gillian,”
she whispered to herself, vengefully. “I knew you have
stooped low, but stealing Giovanni away from me is the
last straw. I will find a way to get back at you.” Presence Shopping Plaza “Whose fault is it, then? How could mom and dad have dealt with the loss of a daughter?” The
words of Wyle
Torres flowed
through Iris Torres’
mind. Her brother was right. How could her parents have
dealt with the loss of a daughter? But could Bo have
been willing enough to kill? “Iris!”
Gillian Evans cried
out, running up to her best friend. “What are you
doing here? I thought you’d be at home with the
police. I heard the news… I’m so sorry. We just
haven’t been able to meet up for a while.” Iris
was glad to see her. “I was just looking around. I
needed to get out of my house for a while. It has been
hard dealing with my mother’s death… and my father
being arrested…” “I’m
so sorry!” Gillian said, coming closer. “My problems
seem so trivial compared to yours.” She paused. “I
guess you’ve heard of Adam’s escape?” Iris
nods. “Of course… I – I was one of the first to be
notified.” Gillian
pulled Iris down to the bench in the mall. Gillian’s
red hair streaked around her head, and she wore a tight
fitting red sweater with a pair of blue jeans. Iris wore
a an equally beautiful blouse. “Tell me everything!
How did you get the news? The police?” Iris
shook her head. “No. They told me quickly, but I found
out another way.” Gillian
paused, and placed one of her fingers on her fleshly
lipsticked lips. “The radio?” “No.
But they were good – ” Iris pushed a strand of hair
that had escaped onto her forehead. “It was much
more… personal…” “How
so?” “Well,
one the night my mother was… murdered,” (the words
could still not come easily), “I found out. Giovanni
was at my house…” “Giovanni?”
Gillian asked, almost jealously. “What was he doing
there?” Iris
eyed her friend. “Just for a rest. Needless to say, he
left very quickly, but I was payed a visit by someone I
never would have expected.” “Who
could it have – ?” Gillian pause, but took a long
look of her friend’s face. “Oh, my God… did he…?
Is really…?” Iris
nodded excitedly. “Me and Wyle have him gagged in the
basement. I knocked him out with a chair!” Iris
laughed a bit, and leaned closer and began to whisper.
“And I’m blonde, too.” “I
don’t believe it.” It took only one look. “But
it’s true, isn’t it? Adam King? Oh, my God! This is
so juicy. Has anyone found out yet?” “Nope.
Only you and Wyle… and it is going to stay that way,
okay? You don’t breathe a word of this. Do you
hear?” Gillian
looked like she was bursting. “All right. But isn’t
this dangerous?” Iris
shrugged. “He actually seems harmless enough. He got a
good whack.” She smiled. “But I do believe you had
something to say when you spotted me. I can see it on
your face.” “It’s
nothing like your news… well, it isn’t even
news…” “Out
with it, then!” “Well,
me and Giovanni – ” Gillian started. “You
mean that guy your mother is going out with?” Iris
thought for a second. “And he was the one you wanted
me to go out with a while back. Have you come up with a
different dastardly scheme to lure him from your
mother?” “We
kissed.” Iris
stared at her friend in awe, only wondering if it was a
scheme, or for real feelings. Torres Residence Wyle
Torres paced around in the basement. He walked around Adam
King’s gagged up body, wondering what to do next. “We
need to get rid of you,” Wyle gnarled. “You have
caused one too many problems with my family.” Adam
tried to speak, but his voice was just a loud muffle. “You
want to speak?” Wyle slapped him in the face. “Too
bad. So sad.” He walked around behind the chair Adam
was seated on. “In order to get rid of you, I need to
make sure of one thing. One very important thing.” Adam
remained silent, straining for the answer. “Your
death has to be by suicide.” Wyle pulled a syringe
from a small drawer in the basement tool box. He pulled
some liquid into it from a small vial.” “Stmmmp!”
Adam yelled, deciphered only as the word ‘Stop!’ “Too
late,” Wyle said, and he inserted the needle into
Adam’s arm. With him wearing black gloves, no
fingerprints were made.
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