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Tom Residence Kassie
Tom bumped into Patrick while exiting her mother’s
room that morning. They didn’t speak to each
other, and both made their way to the kitchen
downstairs. Getting
orange juice, Patrick was the first to break the
ice. “How is your mother holding up?” Kassie
looked up from the table, and empty bowl in front of
her. “Bad.” “What
wrong?” Patrick continued, bringing cereal to the
table. He placed it in front of Kassie. “I
think she’s depressed,” Kassie muttered, pushing
the box of Cheerios away. “And who wouldn’t be?
Her child was kidnapped last night. A preventable
incident.” Patrick
lowered his head and sat down across from her. “I
apologized already, but you must understand where I
was coming from.” Kassie
looked up. “Where? The way I see it, you
couldn’t think my mother or I could handle the
fact we were targets.” Patrick
wasn’t sure how to smooth things over. “What
about Robert?” he asked, unsure of the response.
“He was living here all that time, and we didn’t
know he was working with them.” Kassie
shrugged. “Maybe if you’d pressured more the
fact that you were looking for them, it could have
scared him. We were just helpless chickens.” “There
is one thing,” Patrick said, taking a sip of
juice. “Why did he work with those men to take
little Noah away? What did they have that he
wanted?” Second
Pier; 2 miles north of Presence The
foghorn rang out as Robert Carlyle stepped onto the
second pier. Like the day before, he was going to
check up on Noah. “Who
goes there?” came the man voice from behind a
padlocked door. “It’s
me again,” Robert answered. The door opened and he
entered. “My plans better not be for nothing. How
are the other plans… for the child…” The
man led him inside and to the same room as before.
Inside the crib laid three month-old Noah James Tom.
“It was really annoying trying to change his
diapers.” Robert
smiled. He came to the child. “Don’t worry…
I’ll be changing your diapers from now on… my
little boy… James Carlyle…” The
man looked to him nervously. “Um… why are you
calling him that?” Robert
looked at him. “It was the name I wanted… but
Darla—the woman you took the child from—wanted
Noah. It was also the name that my dead baby had. My
deceased wife, Margaret, always liked James.
There’s no way I’m letting that woman run this
boy’s life.” The
man nodded. “Very well… I guess I’m sorry for
your loss…” There
was a knocking at the door. “It’s
them,” the man said. Robert
nodded. “Everything I asked for?” “Yes,”
the man said. “Everything.” Torres Residence Sitting
at the kitchen table, Iris Torres spread some
strawberry jam on two pieces of toast. Her father
had arrived home late the other night, so she was
letting him sleep in. Before
she could take a bite, the doorbell rang. She got up
swiftly and made her way to the door. She opened it. “Hi!”
she squealed, wrapping her arms around the visitor.
“We haven’t spoken in ages!” Gillian
Evans pushed away from her friend. “I know… I
just needed to come over. Something happened.” Iris
could see that look in her friend’s eyes. “Oh…
well, come into the kitchen. I’m starving… I
didn’t eat supper last night.” They
made their way, and Gillian sat down and sighed. “Want
toast?” Iris offered, taking out the loaf of
bread. Gillian
shook her head. “No… But I would like to ask a
question.” “Ask
away,” Iris said, bringing her plate to the table. Gillian
took a breath. “Last night, I discovered something
shocking about Giovanni. Something that I don’t
think we can get past.” “Giovanni?”
Iris asked, taking a bite of her bread. “I
wasn’t aware you two were involved. I remember at
the hospital her was with you and your mother.” “Well…
I thought we were starting to get close… but…” “What…?” Gillian
placed her head into her hands. “It was a video…
of him… and another woman…” “A
woman…?” “No!”
Gillian said sharply, correcting herself. “A girl.
It was a pornographic film, and he was make
‘love’ to some teenager.” Iris
stopped chewing. “You’re serious?” Gillian
nodded. “It was embarrassing… completely!” “Listen,”
Iris said. “I may not be number one in romance,
but I do know something like this shouldn’t get
between two people.” “So
what do you think I should do?” Gillian asked. “Whatever
your heart says,” Iris said simply. “If you
truly believe that this should end something that
could otherwise be wonderful, than do it.” This
made Gillian think. With
that, the doorbell rang again. “Jeez!”
Iris muttered. “Who knew this house was the hub of
activity in the morning?” She jogged over to the
door and opened it. “I
just couldn’t wait to see you,” came Adam’s
voice from the doorway. “I needed to get out of
the estate before my father got wind.” Iris
blushed, as she adjusted her clothes. “I didn’t
dress up or anything.” “No
matter,” he said simply. “Nor am I.” Iris
eyed him, and he was dressed down. He had a white
T-shirt and blue jeans, and she just wanted to melt
as how well they fit him. He
caught eye of her slender pants and slightly
unbuttoned blouse. She looked so good to him that he
brushed back his hair to cool himself off. “There
is one thing,” Iris said. “What?” “Iris?
Who’s at the door?” came Gillian voice, sliding
into the room. “I—” She stopped and covered
her mouth. “Ohmygod!” Adam
smiled. “I see you have company.” Iris
nodded sheepishly. “My
goodness!” Gillian exclaimed. “It’s Adam King!
Here, in your house. Man… I haven’t seen you
since you were on trial for her stabbing.” It
was going to be an interesting morning. St. Peter’s Catholic Church Father
McMurdy entered his rectory to find Ian Huber
keeping a watch over Mateo Consuelos. Mateo was tied
down on a small bed they had brought in the night
before “Everything
is running as planned?” Father McMurdy asked Ian,
walking to his table and taking a think book with a
cross on it off. Ian
nodded. “We’re ready to begin,” he said
skeptically. “Are you sure this will work?” The
priest nodded. “Yes… It is the only way to bring
him back to the way he was.” Mateo,
awake, was listening to their talks. “No…
don’t do it… I won’t do anything bad from now
on…” Ian
rushed up to him and grabbed his throat. “Listen
to me you bastard-demon! You killed my wife and
tried to kill me – don’t think we’re going to
fall pitying you. You make me sick, and I hope you
rot in hell.” As
soon as he said it he slapped his head. “Hell?
Oooo… Scary!” Mateo teased. “It’s not like I
haven’t been there before!” “What
are you doing up here?” Ian demanded as Father
McMurdy prepared. Mateo
shrugged. “To bring evil, you idiot. We’ve been
doing it for centuries! Attila the Hun, Adolph
Hitler, Barney—” “Barney?” “Don’t
ask,” Father McMurdy muttered. “We’ve been
fighting his evil for years.” With that, the made
his way to Mateo’s tied body with a bowl of water.
“We’re starting.” Mateo
began to squirm. “No! You can’t! Dammit, let me
out!!” Not
flinching, Ian stepped back. Father McMurdy pulled
out his Bible and opened it to a bookmarked page. He
started reading… “Nooo!”
Mateo screamed, thrashing around. “You can’t!” As
the priest read, Ian couldn’t help but feel a
slight bit of pity… only slightly… St.
Peter’s Catholic Church: Graveyard Skye
Lore walked along the many graves, reading the
stone. She finally stopped overtop a freshly dug
grave, and took out her phone. She dialed a number. Below
the grown, Brianna Huber was very weak she hadn’t
eaten in a long time, and the weaker meal of
crackers that had been wrapped in the newspaper
weren’t nearly satisfying. Brianna
picked up the cell phone for the thousandth time and
tried to dial it. She could press all the number,
but the ‘SEND’ button had been removed and
gouged. Skye
had thought her plan through. Within
seconds, the phone rang out. She answered it.
“Skye? That ring scared me to death!” Skye
laughed. “To death? Well, you’re practically
there!” “What
do you want? I’ll do anything!” Skye
thought a moment. “I don’t have ideas right now,
but I do have a very interesting plan. A game of
Russian roulette, if you will.” “What?”
Brianna demanded. “In
the paper,” Skye said, “wedged in the sections
are two pills.” Listening
to the instructions, Brianna frantically searched
and found them. “What about them?” “There
is a blue one and a pink one—but you can’t see
that. When you take it will put you back into a long
sleep, because I decide I need you and then have you
dug up.” Nervously,
“And the other?” Brianna asked. “It
will kill you,” Skye said bluntly. “You will
feel a burning sensation, and your insides will
slowly dissolve. Then you will bleed from your eyes,
but if you’re lucky you’ll be dead by then.” A
silence. “Wanna
take a chance, or wait it out?” Skye asked,
smiling. “I—”
Brianna spoke until the phone hung up. She
was alone—again. King
Estate Constance
King hung up the phone. “That was from Alistair…
Mitchel will be arriving in a little while. Maybe a
few days.” Julian
King was just casually drinking martinis—in the
morning no less—without a care in the world. He
had been quite relaxed to the whole idea. “Will
everything go as planned?” Constance wondered.
“And I haven’t seen him since he was an infant.
I wonder what he looks like.” Before
Julian could jump in with a sly comment, the phone
rang and he answered it. “Yes…? This is Julian
King speaking… Yes… Oh, my God. It isn’t!…
It is?… Ivy! It is so good to hear from you!” Constance
couldn’t believe it was Ivy. She hadn’t so much
as written to them in a very long time that is would
be hard warming up to her. After
a minute, Julian hung up. “Guess who that was?” “Ivy?”
Constance guessed, knowing very well it was she.
“What did she want?” “Nothing!”
Julian announced, surprised. “We chatted a bit,
and she said she could be coming home after her
semester finishes in around April or May!” “Hasn’t
she been gone for two years?” Constance asked.
“She left when she was twenty, and coming back at
twenty-two. I wonder why she never kept contact?” Julian
shrugged. “No worry. After many long years,
we’re finally all going to be a family. You, me,
Adam, John and Ivy. All of us living on this
estate.” Tom Residence Patrick
couldn’t stand the silence. “Is there something
you want to say?” he asked. Kassie
nodded. “Since I’m seeing you in a completely
different light, I want to know a bit more about
you. Your past.” Nodding,
Patrick took a breath. “Let’s see. I was born in
Europe. My father was Irish and my mother was
Dutch.” He was obviously reflecting. “I have
been in America only a few times. I’ve lived in
Ireland, England, the Netherlands, and
Switzerland.” “You’re
pretty cultured,” Kassie said, only slightly
impressed. “You were in Switzerland when you got
your call to track me down?” Patrick
nodded. “I traveled from there to San Francisco,
and got on the plane with you under a false name.” “And
you’d been spying on me?” she asked. Patrick
nodded. “It was my job.” “And
you say my father hired you?” He
shrugged. “His company, maybe. They just knew that
you’d need protection after his death.” Before
Kassie could ask another question, his cordless
phone beeped. “I’ve
been expecting an important call,” Patrick said,
getting up. “I’ll be back in a bit.” Evans
Residence Addy
Evans got to the phone and quickly called up an
important character. As she waited for an answer,
she reflected over what a blast the revelation had
been the night before. “Hello?”
came the voice. “Brooke?
It’s Addy.” There
was a pause, and then, “You! You manipulated me
into getting them to watch it. I don’t appreciate
that!” Addy
was confused. “Wait, wait, wait… You wrapped the
tape up and was ready to have Gillian open it. Why
not then? Why is it suddenly my fault?” Brooke
was caught. “Um… I wanted it to strengthen their
relationship.” “I
don’t buy it,” Addy stated. “Gillian reacted
badly to the tape. She doesn’t appreciate the real
Giovanni. They can’t be together.” “What
are you thinking?” Brooke asked. “If
Giovanni won’t go out with me,” Addy started,
“then why not with you?” Torres
Residence “And
you two have been out together?” Gillian said,
turning to Iris. “I thought that maybe I would
have heard something. Nothing in the tabloids.” “My
parents would never let it out,” Adam responded,
looking around the kitchen. “You know, it feels
strange being in this house not tied up or being hit
by chairs.” Iris
shrugged. “Our guests get only the best
treatment.” “Why
didn’t you call?” Gillian said. “I mean…
him!” “Gilly,
calm down,” Iris insisted. “I’ve been working
with him for years.” “I
know, but never personal meetings… are you
two…?” No
answer… And
the doorbell rang! “Argh!”
Iris said, getting up. “I’ll be back. Let’s
hope it’s a Jehovah’s Witness… this table
can’t take much more people!” As
Iris left, Gillian turned to Adam. “How do you
feel about her?” she asked boldly. “Pretty
good,” he smiled. “She is so great.” “Yes
she is,” Gillian confirmed. “But don’t you
dare hurt her. She’s been through enough without
having you or your family harm her. Don’t lead her
on.” “Don’t
worry,” Adam insisted. “My family doesn’t rule
my life.” They
spent a few more minutes talking, but Iris hadn’t
come back. “She
better not be stuck talking with that vacuum man!”
Gillian announced, getting up. “If she winds up
with a Hoover, I’ll scream!” She
stepped into the living room, but couldn’t see
anyone at the door. It was just open. “Iris?” Adam
followed her, and rushed past Gillian and got to the
door. “Iris!” he called out, seeing no one
outside. “Where
is she?” Gillian asked, worried. Adam
stuck his head outside. “Iris!” he called again. Where
was she? King
Estate “What’s
everyone so excited about?” John asked entering
the room. His hair was unkempt and his shirt was
untucked. “We’re
going to be getting two guests in the near
future,” Julian announced. “Who?” “You
know Mitchel, your cousin, will be coming here.
He’s fifteen or sixteen—good kid,” Julian
began. “And in May, Ivy will be coming back from
Ireland! Isn’t this great?” John
shrugged. He and Ivy had always been highly
competitive. He was much older than her, and he
always got the attention. But Ivy was the only girl,
and Julian definitely thought of her as a favorite.
They both competed for attention. Adam
was just… Adam. He was the middle child. Not the
heir, but not the youngest. “Where’s
Adam?” John asked as his name flew through his
mind. “I
think you know,” Julian sighed. “He’s probably
at that hussy’s house.” In
Ireland Ivy
King knew that her troubles were over. She had
finally taken care of everything, and was guaranteed
never to have to worry about it again. As
long at the police remained clueless, she was in the
clear. “Now
I can go to my family when I’m done,” Ivy
sighed. Tom
Residence Patrick
got into the upstairs bedroom and popped out a
personal journal from his bag. He got a pen and
began writing while talking. Kassie
was sitting downstairs in the kitchen. She decided
it was time to check on her mother again, to see how
she was doing. She got up and made her way up the
stairs. Turning in the hallway, she opened the door
to her mother’s room. “Mom?”
she asked, creeping in. “You okay?” No
answer. Kassie
got up to her and saw she had the same face as the
day before. Sad and helpless. Kassie
slowly crept back out, closing the door. She
didn’t know what to do, and figured she’d need
to call a doctor. Before
heading back downstairs, she headed to her room for
a comb. As she opened the door, she saw Patrick
place a pen in his pocket and get up. “Oh,
hi,” Patrick said, smiling. “I just finished my
call. It was from the police… they were just
giving an update on any leads.” “And?”
Kassie asked. Patrick
got up. “Nothing… yet. They’ll find something,
I know they will.” Kassie
nodded as Patrick left the room. As soon as she knew
it was clear, she immediately went looking for what
he wrote on. “He
had a pen, he must have made notes,” Kassie said
deductively. She looked on his bed and beside the
nightstand. She looked on the floor and on tables. Suddenly,
her eyes caught his tote bag. “Bingo,” she said,
getting down on her knees. She ruffled through some
clothes until she touched something. Pulling it out,
she saw it was a notebook. “A
journal?” Kassie wondered, looked to see if anyone
was coming. She opened it up and filled to the
newest entry. She
gasped. Second
Pier; 2 miles north of Presence The
man went to the baby’s crib and looked down at the
helpless child. He felt some pity for the kid, but
he had a job to do. Robert
had left minutes before, and they had everything
they needed to bargain. “I
have a call to make,” he said, reaching for the
phone. St.
Peter’s Catholic Church “Nooo!”
Mateo continued to scream. Father
McMurdy began dip his hand in the bowl of Holy water
and flicking it at Mateo. “Out, demons! Exit this
body!” He followed his commands by more passages
from the Bible. The cycle continued. Ian
watched from afar as the commotion took place. Mateo’s
eyes then turned to Ian, and they seemed strange to
him. Familiar. “Help!”
he cried out. But only it wasn’t his voice. It was
someone else’s. Brianna’s! “Please
make him stop!” it cried, writing as the water was
poured. “Please!” It sounded just like his wife;
with all the pain he could stand hearing in her
voice. He closed his eyes. When
he opened then again, he nearly jumped. On the bed
was laying Brianna, exactly as he had remembered
her. He dark hair and smooth skin. Her signature
eyes. “It
hurts!” she pleaded to him. “Make him stop!” Ian
was shaking. “I can’t…” Father
McMurdy looked up. “What’s the matter?” he
asked. “What do you see?” “My
wife,” Ian said, shaking. “Brianna is crying out
for me!” “It’s
a trick!” the priest warned sternly. “Don’t
listen!” But
he couldn’t help it. “I’m
alive!” she said in pain. “I never died. It was
all a trick, but this man refuses to let me go. He
wants me to die. Don’t let him do this! It hurts!
I don’t want to me hurting like this!” “No!!”
Ian screamed, covering his ears. “Oww!”
she yelled, piercing through his hands. “It
hurts!! Why are you letting him do this? You don’t
love me! Why! Oww… Why!” Through
Father McMurdy’s eyes he saw a demon writhing on
the table. A foul creature that needed to leave the
innocent host’s body. “What
is going on?” came another voice, this time from
the entrance. Ian turned around and saw Skye standing in the doorway.
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