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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Jun 8, 2014 15:23:08 GMT -5
Prologue
When he was the Wolf, he could see everything. But when he wasn't everything was normal. Ever since he had become the Wolf the world had finally begun to make sense to Bandit. Whereas before everything had been a confusing mess, now it finally all made sense. Well, nearly anyway. It was the day after Hermes' funeral, and Pandora had called another meeting of LITMUS. At six in the morning. This was far too early. Bandit became the Wolf, and bounded across the rooftops and soon arrived at LITMUS, and became himself once more. Pandora was already there, waiting, and Willis was with her. 'Hey Willis,' said Bandit. 'Hello,' he replied. 'What are you doing here? Have you finally joined LITMUS?' 'No no.' He smiled. 'I'm jsut here to help Pandora.' 'Of course you are. Where is everyone else?' Bandit asked. 'They're already inside,' Pandora said, indicating to the meeting room. 'We were just waiting for you.' 'Why do we have to be here so early?' Bandit asked. 'Just be patient,' Pandora said as they all walked in. Luke and Aang were sat next to each other, and Bandit took a seat next to them whilst Pandora and Willis sat on the other side of the table. 'So,' said Pandora 'I wanted to ask you all a question.' 'What question?' asked Aang. 'Who is Bowen?' There was silence. 'Does osy know?' asked Pandora. Luke shook his head. 'I thought not,' said Pandora. 'But yesterday, after Hermes' funeral, someone came and visited his grave, and also a grave that smiply read 'Bowen', no date of birth, no date of death, nothing.'' 'Who was the woman?' asked Aang. 'The duchess' said Willis. 'Well why don't you just ask her?' Aang asked again. 'I don't think she would talk to me. You know how reclusive she is,' Pandora said. 'She always co-operated well with LITMUS,' Aang said. 'No,' Willis spoke, 'she has always co-operated with Hermes. Hermes found the man who killed her mother. They've always been friends.' 'I don't want to be rude,' Bandit interrupted, 'but why does this matter?' Pandora frowned. 'Well.. to be honest it doesn't. I was just interested if any of you knew.' 'Then why are we here?' asked Bandit. 'Well, I wanted to tell you all to keep a look out and try and find out anything about Bowen. Aang and Luke nodded. 'Why do we have to be here so early?' asked Bandit. 'Well, actually Bandit, me and Willis wanted to talk to you in private.' She looked at Luke and Aang, and they stood up from their chairs and left. 'What do you want?' Pandora sighed. 'I need you to do something for me. And for Willis.' 'What? Is it to do with Aang? I've already told you my theories on what he is.' 'No,' said Willis, 'it's not that.' 'Then what is it?' Pandora sighed again. 'Well, it's Bee. I need you to find her.' 'Why?' said Bandit. 'The last time I spoke to her I told her to run away and never come back.' 'Bee has some information. Some information that I need.' 'What information?' 'It's secret,' said Willis. 'If I've got to find her then I want to know why.' 'We think,' said Pandora, 'well, I think anyway. Bee was the last person to see Tragedy before what happened at Christmas. I want to know what he said to her before he.. died.' Bandit thought for a moment. 'Okay. I'll try and find her.' He stood up and walked to the door. 'Oh, and Bandit' said Willis, 'tell her I said hey.'
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Post by The Duchess on Jun 9, 2014 17:43:14 GMT -5
Does this have anything to do with the fact that you changed your display name?
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 3, 2014 10:10:53 GMT -5
Chapter One
On the outskirts of the city, there was a small convenience store, called Henry's Handy Store. Henry, the shop's owner, had long since died, but the store still remained open. It was the first real warm day of the year, and as the sun began to sink lower and lower in the sky, inside the store became warm, humid, and generally uncomfortable. It was a Sunday afternoon. There wasn't even much point in the shop being open, Becca thought. Nobody had come in all day, and nobody would come in. But still she had to stand behind the counter, making desperate attempts to keep herself cool. The front of the store were three large glass windows, and the sun was shining directly through them, roasting the entire room. Becca was reading a book and drumming her fingernails on the counter, stopping every now and then to wipe the sweat form her forehead. The book was a rather boring one. After all, it wasn't really aimed at her age range. It was a book of children's stories. The book was very old, and the stories were incredibly strange and obscure. The book had belonged to a friend of Becca's mother, and before she had left to work Becca had picked it up by mistake as something to entertain herself. She was very bored. The story she was reading was a about a witch that had enchanted a cauldron into a rabbit, and the rabbit had escaped from the witch and she was chasing after it. Despite the tedium of the story, Becca found herself so engrossed in the book that she hadn't realised someone had entered the shop. When she looked up and saw someone browsing the magazines, she made a small squeaking noise of surprise. The man turned and looked at her, and smiled. She smiled back weakly at him, as if to say sorry, but not sorry enough to actually speak it. The man turned back to his magazines, undeterred. Becca didn't turn back to her book. She knew who the man was. This man was not good. If anybody had seen the news lately, they would know why. On Christmas day, something had happened at 667 Dark Avenue. A number of people had been murdered by two people, and those two people had gone on the run. The police had warned everyone to contact them if they saw them, and now she was being one of them He walked up to the counter and placed down the magazines. She thought for a moment about what to do. She was sweating more than ever, and it wasn't just because of the heat. 'Are you okay?' he asked. She gulped. 'Yes, yes.' she put down her book. 'Sorry, it's just umm.. hot.' 'That's okay,' he said. She looked down at the book in her hands and closed it, and she stared at the words on the cover. She could feel her heart humg in her chest, she could hear it in her ears. 'I would like to buy these magazines,' he said, obviously. 'Oh. Eh, sorry.' she picked them up and scanned them. 'Are you sure you're okay?' he asked. 'Umm, yes, of course,' she said nervously. 'How much?' he asked, smiling. 'Oh, yes, umm... ' Becca looked and saw that someone had appeared in the doorway of the shop. 'That's five...' the person, a woman, reached into her pocket for something '... five...' The woman had found. Bee shot becca in the head, and Becca fell backwards behind the counter. 'Why did you do that?' said Pen, shocked. 'She was suspicious,' siad Bee, and she walked over to him. 'She recognised you.' 'You didn't have to kill her.' 'I did.' Bee picked up the magazines. 'Come on, let's go.' Pen stood for a minute, still shocked. 'Come on!' said Bee. Pen looked at the book Becca had been reading, and he picked it up. 'Fredy,' said Bee. 'What does this mean?' he said, pointing to the title. 'How should I know? Why don't you read it and find out. We have to leave. Now!' Bee turned and walked out of the store and went back to the car. Pen waited for a few moments and looked over at Becca's body. I'm sorry,' he said, and he left, taking the book with him.
The Wolf broke into the house at night. When they had left, they had clearly been in a hurry. Pen's room was a mess, clothes thrown over the bed. He wouldn't find any clues here. When he was the Wolf, his senses came alive. He could smell them. He had to move quickly or he would lose the trail. He was going to find them.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Nov 3, 2014 19:28:24 GMT -5
Exciting!
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Post by B. on Nov 4, 2014 13:27:38 GMT -5
is this one of these stories where pen and i are a couple because those were pretty good stories penne
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Post by bandit on Nov 4, 2014 13:34:27 GMT -5
The old "Pee" ship
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 4, 2014 14:05:37 GMT -5
bee you tease
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Post by penne on Nov 4, 2014 17:13:40 GMT -5
is this one of these stories where pen and i are a couple because those were pretty good stories penneyesss. I'm getting a Bonnie and Clyde vibe from this and I'm enjoying it.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 4, 2014 18:09:17 GMT -5
yay at people getting correct vibes.
im gonna try and do a chapter of this every other week, with a chapter of litmus every week
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Post by Teleram on Nov 9, 2014 22:24:50 GMT -5
Doesn't this story, have, like, I don't know, time travel or whatever, in it?
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Nov 10, 2014 2:19:53 GMT -5
no
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Dec 15, 2014 3:29:36 GMT -5
Chapter Two
'Read me another story.' Bee sighed, and turned down the car stereo. 'Which one do you want this time? 'Give me some options,' Pen said. Bee laughed, 'okay,' and turned to the contents page, and began to read through the list of stories, mentally crossing out the ones they'd already read. 'Hmm,' she said, scanning the page, 'the one with the golden egg looks good... and there's one called the purple maze.' 'I don't like purple,' said Pen. 'Oh dear,' said Bee, and she kept reading. 'Did we read the one about the seven snails?' 'Yes, but I liked that one.' 'Enough to read it again?' 'Yes, but not now. Something different.' Bee sighed, and kept looking. 'There's one about a Christmas mouse.' 'What's a christmas mouse?' asked Pen. 'I don't know. I think you have to read it to find out.' 'Then read it,' said Pen, fidgeting in his seat. He'd been driving for a few hours, and was become uncomfortably sweaty. Over the last few days the weather had been growing increasingly hotter and now it everything and everyone inside the car was incredibly sticky. Bee turned a few pages in the book they had taken from the girl in the shop, and began to read. Pen took another sip of water. They were running out of it, they should get some more soon. And that would mean doing things that made him uncomfortable. Bee began to read aloud, but to be honest, Pen wasn't really listening to her. He had suggested reading the book as a way to keep her occupied. Pen was to scared to listen to stories. They had been on the run for a few months now, Bee accused of a crime she hadn't commited. She'd never really spoken to Pen about what had really happened, and apart of him didnt want to really know. They had been driving around the wilderness for the last month or so now, with no real intention of going anywhere. Pen wasn't even exactly sure why they were running any more. The land out here varied form large slopes of vast greene fields to barren wasteland. Pen wasn't sure where they were. Going back to 667 was no longer an option. Pen and Bee had always had a plan. The one day they would run away together. Especially in the last year or so, since Pandora had virtually disappeared, and Betsy was to bsuy being infactuated with Charlie to spend any time with him. And Sherry Ann... whatever she was up to, it had never seemed good. Not that it mattered anymore. But Pen had never really imagined they would do it. It was all just the talk of late nights, drunken minds, and jealosuy. But here they were. On the run. On the road. 'Are you even listening to me?' Bee said, stopping the story. Pen was too busy thinking to register what she said, so Bee hit him. 'What?' he said. 'Doesn't matter. Do you want a different story? This one isn't exactly the greatest. I mean, why did Santa turn up with a cheese stocking?' 'Nah, it's okay,' said Pen smiling, 'you just keep reading.'
As the sun began to set, Pen stopped at the edge of a particulary high hill and parked the car. In the trunk of the car they had two fold up chairs, and Pen quickly set about on setting up a small campfire. Before long, the two of them were sat watching the sunset, and eating chocolate biscuits. They were the last in the packet. Do you have any ideas?' asked Bee. 'For what?' 'Where to get more food. We're running out. And the lack of water is worrying me.' 'Yeah.' 'You have an idea?' 'Oh, no. I meant I'm worried too.' Bee sighed, and sat down the packet of biscuits. Well we should save the rest of these till tomorrow then. 'Yeah I guess.' Bee looked at Pen. 'Are you okay?' 'I'm..... I miss it.' 'You miss what?' 'The way it used to be.' 'What?' '667. I miss it. Everything's fallen apart now. We aren't the same anymore. Its like something happened to us, and it tore us right down the middle and now we're just... seperate. I mean look at us, Bee. We're never going to see them again.' Tears started to roll down Pen's cheek. 'We are never, ever going to see Pandora, or Betsy, or Terry or Sherry Ann or anyone.' Bee ran over and hugged Pen. 'It's okay, Pen.' 'It's not.' I promise you. We will. We just have to give it time.' Pen sighed. 'Im sorry.' 'It's okay.' Bee smiled 'It's not your fault. It was never your fault.' 'I know,' said Pen, 'I know it never was.' 'It was always him.' Pen breathed deeply. 'Why did he ever come here?' 'I don't know. M works in mysterious ways. I tried to understand how his mind worked once and...' 'And?' Bee flugn out her arms. 'And here we are.' She turned around and walked back into the car. Pen packed up the stuff and put it back into the trunk of the car, and a few minutes later they were driving away into the twilight.
When the Wolf arrived at the store, it didn't take him long to see what had happened. The police had confiscicated the body very recently, but he could still see the blood. And he could smell who had been there. He was coming after them.
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