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| Riss | Aug 16 2009, 06:53 PM Post #1 |
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I'm trying to put all your names in it in some small way (and no, the names aren't exactly like yours). There are characters named Christopher, Aimee, Alyson, Benjamin Marcus, and William. For my daddy, My motivators- William, Ben, Monorail, Christopher, and Alison. And Andrew, I love you. Prologue On the fourteenth of June, ninety three years into the twenties century, the last Pantholie was born to Jon and Rosalie Bashkir. Rosalie lost her father when she was young, and had a poor relationship with her mother after the loss, so after saving for 3 years, she moved out of their small home and into a small apartment in Salt Lake City at eighteen. Jon was born and raised in Kearns Utah, in the Western United states, and he always stayed close to home, only traveling as for as the university after finishing his high school career at Copper Hills High, in the next town over. Jon was very close with his mother, Emelia, and when he was twenty-five, he met, fell in love with and married twenty-two year old Rosalie. In order for their daughter, May Emelia Bashkir, to better understand and, eventually control, her abilities (if she did indeed possessed them), Rosalie and Jon bought a small home near Emelia, the only living Pantholie aside from May. After May learned about her potential abilities as a Pantholie, which basically meant shape shifter, she was twelve years old, and she and her grandmother had a long talk. “Why aren’t Mom and Dad like us?” she was ready to know everything. “Well, the shape shifting gene has always skipped at least one generation, in our family, it’s always been only one, but it has skipped more than one in other families.” “Do you know any other Pantholie families?” “No May, you and I are the last ones,” she smiled with slight pain. “You see, Pantholie children are very rare, because both parents have to hold the gene, so if a Pantholie has a child with someone that doesn’t have the gene, their child doesn’t stand a chance at having the abilities.” “So I’ll be the last one?” Emelia nodded and May stared at her. “Why can’t I do it?”she sounded a little annoyed, but not too surprised. “First of all, don’t you dare try doing that ever again,” May looked at her with shock. Her grandmother wasn’t yelling, but he’d never spoken to her with such force. “You don’t want to morph into someone or something if you don’t know how to change back.” “Sorry,” May had mumbled under her breath, barely loud enough to be heard. “Secondly,” her tone was much softer now. “You couldn’t do it because you need to have some intense emotion, you need to really want to be what you are trying to be.” “Sounds like you could be a motivational speaker,” Jon had joined them quietly and looked amused by his mother’s choice of words. “Why don’t you go take a break mom, I know this one s full of questions. I’ll explain to her about Zaldethar’s wife and the war.” Emelia got up without another word. “Who?” May asked immediately upon Jon sitting in Emelia’s place. “Well, do you want to know why your grandmother has this ability, and why you might?” May nodded. “Okay,” he leaned back and looked at the ceiling as he spoke. “Zaldethar’s was a normal man, he lived in the village of Panthol. He married a woman who’s name we do not know, but we do know she was a witch. All records of her name were destroyed when Zaldethar realized how much trouble his wife could be in. You see, in 1700, Spanish slave traders came to the village to seize some of its people, but they were aided by nearby villages and drove the Spanish away. Now, these villages together would have made a great alliance, but they all hated each other- they only helped when destruction of one village could lead the destruction o their own. “Well the Spanish weren’t too happy about their defeat, and demanded more troops, but the monarchy thought this was not cause enough to send extra troops, so the bitter troops went back to Panthol in the dead of night, and gagged and branded all of the Pantholites, one at a time.” “ALL of them?” May seemed skeptical, but her father nodded with the utmost certainty. “Some nights, once or twice a month, these same troops, sometimes with others, came back to harass, harm, torture, and even kill.” May tried to hide her horror, but she was a pacifist and this idea horrified her. “So one day, after seeing that the troops did not harm the animals, or even the plants, if they could avoid it, Zaldethar’s wife saw that the troops seemed to care about all the life in the village, except for the animals. This was before she was married to Zaldethar, because what she did was what drew him to her.” “What did she do?” “I’m getting there,” Jon chuckled. “She was a witch, so she came up with a powerful spell, to change the people into animals or plants, in hopes that the troops would see and think the Pantholites had fled. She was afraid of performing the spell, because of some possible and probable complications. But it’s said she decided to do it, because of a mysterious young girl. She never explained what the girl said, and nobody ever said anything about the girl except she looked very different- pale, with yellow hair and strange clothes, but they were grateful for her later.” Zaldethar’s wife couldn’t change them herself, but she found that after casting the spell on them, the person could change themselves, with some work.” “How did they change back?” “Ask grandma later, I don’t really know the specifics of the shape-shifting thing.” Jon looked a little disappointed and May saw that he longed for the ability she might hold deep inside her. “Anyways, one of the people noted that the troops may destroy the village, so they came up with a plan…” He paused to let May ask what it was, but she was far too intrigued, and just gave him the ‘Well?’ look with her eyes. “They morphed into the most threatening animals they could think of, surrounded the village, and waited for the troops. At first, after scaring them off, they were afraid the troops would come back and kill them as animals, which was worse than as humans because it was much harder to identify them, which was hard on their families… But the troops had no desire to hurt the animals and were never seen again.” “I don’t believe that. They would hurt the people just because they were mad, but no plants or animals?” “It is hard to believe, and some of the Pantholites may have changed the story to make it look like they had done nothing wrong, but this is the only story. There aren’t even any stories from any of the Spaniards, maybe they’re ashamed, maybe they know nothing… so this is the only explanation we have.” “Oh. Well, if it was just a spell, how come grandma and maybe I got it? “Good question!” He seemed really proud that she got that far on her own. “No one actually knows the answer to that, though, they just know that some of the Pantholites’ grandchildren were able to shape shift, some right on their fourteenth birthday.” “So I can on mine?” She sounded a little excited. “Maybe, we do know that every Pantholite that’s had the ability hasn’t been able to use it until their fourteenth birthday, some as couldn’t use it until they were well into their thirties and in a couple cases.” “Oh. So I might not be able to for awhile...” “Maybe, we just can’t know yet, can we? Back to the story now… After seeing their children doing this, some of the Pantholites became afraid, because by this time most of the children’s grandparents, that had and knew how to use their abilities, had passed, and by this time the witch was too old and senile to figure out a way to reverse it.” “Good thing we figured it out then, right?” “Yes ma’am,” her father smiled and saw May’s grandmother wandering back in, an obvious look of boredom on her face, gave up his chair and left the rest of the conversation to the two girls. “Grandma, I can’t wait to shape-shift,” was the last thing he heard from his excited little girl as he left the room. |
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| Naruto91 | Aug 16 2009, 08:17 PM Post #2 |
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A Creator of Azryen
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I especially like your first sentence, and it only get's better from there. =D |
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| Riss | Aug 18 2009, 09:15 PM Post #3 |
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Thank you very much Christopher. ![]() I'll have the first chapter finished by the end of the week. ^-^ |
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| Naruto91 | Aug 25 2009, 11:51 PM Post #4 |
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A Creator of Azryen
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Can't wait! |
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| Riss | Aug 26 2009, 10:15 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 1 “I hate shape shifting, I’ll never do it. Ever. I hope I can never do it again!” May slammed the front door, talking to nobody in particular. Her parents rushed after her. “May!” her mother screamed pulling the door, that had just been slammed in her face, open again. “Calm down, what happened back there??!” “Rosalie,” Jon was distraught, but trying to hold it together. “Leave her alone. We’ll talk about it later… She’s hurting right now.” “Christopher,” May was sobbing into the phone receiver she had dialed in a flash as soon as she got into her room. She needed Christopher, her best friend for the past three years, she’d gone through a lot today. She went to her grandmother’s funeral today, one of the people she cared most about, and she was livid with her parents, she had died three days ago and neither of them told her until this morning. The way she died was horrible… Emelia loved to shape shift into her friend Missy. Missy knew that Emelia did it, they’d been friends since high school, and she was okay with it. You see, Missy was a member of a very nice country club, something Emelia was never able to accomplish. Missy’s husband was the one that had signed Missy up, but she really had no interest in the stuff, so Emelia would sometimes go, but in Missy’s body. This was, Emelia got to enjoy herself every now and then, and Missy’s husband was happy that she was going. Three days ago, Missy called Emelia and told her that her husband had an event at the club that night, and asked if Emelia would like to go, and of course she said yes. So Emelia, once she was in Missy’s form, was looking forward to having the time of her life at the club… “Missy, I don’t think tonight is a good night to be here,” Rick, Missy’s husband, said to Emelia almost immediately upon entry into the club. “Why not?” her heart sank, she hadn’t been able to come in months. “Let’s just go home…” he tugged at her arm, looking around nervously. Emelia noticed and pulled away. “What’s going on?” she looked around also, and saw a couple of shady people, that she hadn’t seen before, and they were intently watching Emelia and Rick. “I’ll explain to you later,” he sighed reluctantly. “But please, let’s just-” In a split second there was a loud bang, and Rick fell to the ground. Another bang, Emelia was on the ground, but in too much shock to scream. Someone had shot them. Emelia felt her blood pouring out of her gut, Missy’s gut… This had been a bad idea. She heard screaming, and two more bangs, then nothing more. She would never hear anything again. She was dead. “You did what?” Christopher’s face was splattered with obvious confusion. “I… turned into a flower.” May’s face was flushed, she knew this was a bad idea. “A… flower…” he looked at the ground. It was a couple hours after the funeral services were over, and after May had called him, in apparent distress, he immediately offered to come over, but she insisted that they meet at the library between their houses. “I know it sounds crazy… okay, it is crazy. But I’m a pantholite,” That didn’t help. “I’m a shape shifter.” Okay that one just made things worse. “It’s this weird thing in my genes, and I’ve never done it before, but I can now, and I did, totally on accident but it just… happened.” She spat the words out quickly; afraid he’d try to admit her into an insane asylum. “I didn’t think I could do it, because I thought it would happen when I was fourteen, that was over two years ago… Well, I guess barely, but whatever…” It was June eighteenth, four days after her sixteenth birthday. “Okay, so how did you… what?” He was trying to understand, she saw that, but she also saw that he thought something was seriously wrong with her. “Okay. Pantholites, there was a…” she realized now how insane this all sounded now, how unreasonable and unlikely… “There was spell put on some people, like three hundred years ago. And it somehow got linked to their genes and was passed on. It’s really rare, and I’m actually the last one, now that Grandma is… you know… gone…” Chris hugged her, he still thought something was wrong, but at least now she didn’t sound like she was pulling this shape shifting thing out of nowhere. “Well what happened to her?” he asked, hesitantly. She wasn’t that old, not old enough to die of old age at least. “She died because she was shape shifting,” May answered bitterly. “She was in someone else’s form, and that same day, somebody had ordered that person to be shot. Apparently, her husband was involved with the mafia, and had their entire family killed.” “Wow… How bad do you think that person feels?” Even if it sounded fanatical, it was an interesting concept, and Chris was pretty open-minded. “Her name is Missy, and she didn’t know. She’s been good friends with my grandmother since before I was born. And she didn’t even get a chance to find out what had happened or what her stupid husband had been doing… When the mafia went to her house to get their son, Sean-” “They are in their sixties or seventies and they have a son living at home?” “Yeah, he’s always been kind of a loser. He went after my mom once, even though she was with my dad, and she told me he has a lot of problems…” “Okay, sorry for interrupting.” “Yeah, anyways, when they got there and saw Missy was there, they didn’t feel too bad. They figured they had killed someone else, but reasoned that if that woman was associating herself with scum like Rick, she deserved to die. So they killed Missy and her son, then found their daughter… and killed her too.” May was sensitive, very sensitive. She was trying to hide everything, trying to tell this story sounding indifferent, but Chris knew she was ready to break down, so he hugged her and held her while she cried. “May…” he stroked her hair as she was beginning to calm down. “Are you okay? I hate seeing you like this.” She shook her head in his chest. He wasn’t expecting that. But then again, she had always been honest. “I don’t want to be a Pantholite,” she sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of sleeves. “I really don’t. I hate just knowing I can do it.” “How did you do it?” He was fascinated by this idea. He wanted to see her do it, partly to verify that she hadn’t lost her mind, and partly to satisfy his curiosity- but he knew it would upset her if he asked. “I was really upset, and I was trying not to cry, so I was staring at this flower… Just thinking about it, how pretty it was and all… And out of nowhere I realized that I wasn’t me anymore. I couldn’t see or hear anything, but I was still thinking. And I wasn’t in any pain or anything… At first I thought I was dead, and I started thinking about my life, and my family, and me, and then I was me again, I could hear and see everything. I was looking at the same flower, and my parents were staring at me.” “What did they say?” Chris had convinced himself that she was telling the truth. “Nothing- well, my mom was like ‘oh my god’ but my dad didn’t say anything. We were the last ones there, so I just got in the car and a second later so did my parents, and we just went home.” “That’s it?” “No. My mom was muttering all panicky to my dad the whole ride home, but he didn’t say anything. And she was telling me that she saw me shape shift, into that flower. That made me so mad, because it’s thanks to the stupid ability that Grandma is dead! I was glad I hadn’t been able to do it yet!” “May, it’s a gift, and I’m sure your grandmother appreciated it-” “Yeah, cause she got to live it up at a club,” May pulled away from him and pouted. “At least you have the trip to look forward to…” Chris sounded a little hurt, but he was understanding, and tried to ignore how she was lashing out at him when he had done nothing wrong. May smiled and looked lovingly into his warm blue eyes. He always made her feel better. She was amazed at how good she felt right now, considering the circumstances. After a moment of staring at him, she noted how grateful she was to have him. He didn’t look away, like it was awkward. She never couple understand why people thought it was so strange to stare at someone. She recognized why people didn’t like people to stare rudely at them, but when it was a stare with admiration or curiosity, why were people so concerned that someone was looking? “Are you ready to go home?” It was getting dark, and May hadn’t even told her parents where she was. She nodded and Chris got up and helped her up. “I’ll walk with you okay?” “No it’s okay,” she smiled and shook her head. “You live over there, remember?” she stuck her tongue out playfully and pointed down the street, the opposite way than she would be walking to get home. “I’ll walk with you,” he repeated, less like a question this time, and started walking. May looked at him, with mock annoyance, but quickly caught up to him after watching him walk alone for a few seconds. “You’re too great,” she said once she was walking next to her awkwardly tall friend. He was exactly one foot taller than her and they always looked funny together. “I know,” he looked down at the top of her dark blonde hair. “You’re a pretty neat person yourself, you know?” “Thanks,” she laughed. She had never thought so highly of herself, but had given up on fighting compliments. “I promised I’d let my parents know as soon as I got here,” May answered when Mr. Granger asked why she was in such a hurry to get to her mobile phone. “Can it wait until we get to the hotel? We are all eager to get there…” he answered with a scowl on his face. “I guess…” May zipped up her bag stood up straight. She would have protested, but there were, aside from her history teacher’s, five angry faces looking down at her. It would seem that nobody else had made the same promise to her parents that she had; at least, they hadn’t intended to keep it. She tried not to be annoyed though, she was in England! She had always wanted to go, and when the offer arose at the beginning of the school year she grasped it. Mr. Granger had promised the seven available spots to the seven students with the best GPA for the year, and May worked hard for it, as well as the others that were with them. Chris was the only one of the other students not aggravated with her. He walked aside her and gabbed about all the things he was excited about doing and seeing. But May was hearing very little of it. “Chris,” she looked up at him and he immediately saw the concern on her face and panicked. “What is it?!” He always over-reacted. “Why are those two following us?” They were walking out of the airport and May had noticed two kids, about their age by the looks of it, had been following them since May had bent down to retrieve her phone from her bag. “I doubt they’re following us, probably just going the same place as us,” Chris shrugged. “I thought that too, but we’ve passed everything now, remember what Mr. Granger said? We’re going to the very last pick up spot in front of the airport, where a bus is waiting for just us… There’s no way they’re going there,” “Maybe they’re lost, or just fascinated by the pack of Americans,” he chuckled to himself. “Sure,” she quit. Maybe he was right, but something told her he was wrong. “All aboard!” Mr. Granger had cheered up considerably by the time they’d gotten to the bus. May and Chris were in the back of the group, so while the others slowly stepped on, May looked back at the boy and the girl that were following them. The girl had light red hair, while the boy’s was darker and closer to brown. They had stopped and were hesitating, looking at each other as if they didn’t know what to do. They were mumbling to one another but May hadn’t a clue what about. She reasoned that they realized they wouldn’t get on the bus, and that was the last she would see of them. She was wrong. “Hurry up slow poke!” Chris was already on the steps and had looked pack at May, who was standing on the platform with a blank stare on her face. “Oh, sorry,” she got on and looked back, but they were no longer standing where they were when she last looked. She relaxed- but only for a moment. “Excuse me, this is a private bus,” Mr. Granger was looking at the front of the bus where two red headed teenagers stood. “And we apologize,” the boy said, sounding way too mature for how old he looked. “But we saw her drop this,” the girl said, pointing to May and holding out May’s phone. “So you managed to get it out anyways?” Mr. Granger sounded annoyed. May’s jaw dropped. How in the world would she have dropped it? She didn’t even find it… But it was indeed her phone. She took it from the girl and looked at it. The picture on her wallpaper was the same picture of her and Christopher that it had been for months… The charm her mother had given her as a going away present was still dangling on the bottom of the phone. “Thanks,” May said bitterly, a little disappointed. She sat down and the two left the bus. “See,” Chris laughed at her. “They weren’t stalking us, they just wanted to give you your phone.” “Why did they wait until the last second then?” she frowned, trying to find a reason, one that would make her look less ridiculous. Why didn’t they hurry to her when they saw her drop it? “Maybe they’re just really shy,” he shrugged, and quickly joined the conversation that the rest of the students were deeply engaged in. May looked at her phone and was a little irritated. She felt pretty stupid, so she just sat and listened to the rest of the group talk about the sights they wanted to see on their trip. It was hot… She pulled her hair up, away from her sweaty neck, but immediately slapped her hand across it. Her strange birthmark was there, and she hated explaining that it was just a birthmark. People always thought she had actually been branded by something, it was far too detailed or anyone to believe that she was born with it. The only people that believed her were her parents, because they knew the story, and they were there when she was born, and Christopher, who was less stupid than most of the world, and didn’t see why she would make up something like that. She guessed it was plausible that she really had been branded, and it was a repressed memory, so she just said it was a birthmark- well, she supposed it wasn’t totally ludicrous that people may think something like that, but in reality, it was just a birthmark. She slept well that night, she had pleasant dreams and didn’t wake in the middle of the night like she usually did. At least, she didn’t until her phone beeped repeatedly, and loudly, in her ear. “May, turn that off!” Allison, one of her room mates, the one whom shared her bed, whispered Her voice coated with sleepy annoyance. May looked down at her phone and quickly silenced it. It was only two o’clock in the morning… She groaned and lay back down. The other two girls in the room didn’t wake, thankfully. After laying in bed and not reaching sleep for almost half an hour, May wondered briefly why her phone had gone off… She hadn’t even checked to see the reason. So she carefully crawled out of the bed and shuffled her way to the bathroom. “Calendar appointment?” she wondered out loud once she’d opened her phone to see what it was that had woke her. She never used her calendar. She pushed the ‘yes’ option to the ‘would you like to see more details?’ question on the screen. She looked with enormous confusion at the words in front of her. Call Marcus. Who? Did she even know a Marcus? She thought long and hard. No, no she did not know any Marcus. After another moment of trying to remember every person she’d ever met. She resolved that if she did know one, she would have him in her phone’s contact list. She skipped to the M’s. “Mackenzie… Marci… Marcus?” she did not remember putting that in there. Then she thought maybe she was just too tired to remember, and she would probably feel really bad about forgetting him. She looked at the time again. It was almost two thirty in the morning. That meant it was seven thirty at night back home… She sighed, and called the mysterious Marcus. “Hello,” the deep voice said, not like a question, like most people answered the phone, but he knew she was going to call. “Thank you for calling,” he didn’t even give May time to respond. “I was afraid for a minute that you wouldn’t. I appreciate it very much.” “Uhm… yeah no problem,” May didn’t want to sound rude and tell him that she had forgotten him, and she was trying really hard to put his name and his voice to a face. “What is your name?” the voice asked. She was taken aback. How could this person not know her name but be so excited for her to call? “Who is this?” she demanded. “Marcus,” he didn’t sound sarcastic at all. “I gathered that smart ass,” she was angry and afraid now. “You don’t know my name?” “No,” he answered. “But it would make things easier if you told me.” “Who are you?” she asked again. “Benjamin Marcus… And I would tell you my last name, if I knew what it was, legally.” “What? Where do I-” then she matched the voice to the face. She didn’t finish asking where she knew him from, because she remembered now. It was the boy from the airport, the one that had followed them to the bus with her phone. “What do you want,” her heart was pounding, as her instincts suddenly marked this boy as an opponent, a threat. “We need your help, we need a Pantholite,” May swore her heart stopped. How did he know? “A what?” she tried to play it down, hoping to find out more. “A Pantholite?” he sounded unsure for the first time. “You must know… haven’t you ever wondered about the mark on your neck…” “You saw?” she asked as he began to mumble to himself, it seemed. “Yes I did, when you were going through your things in the airport, your hair fell from your neck and my sister and I saw. We were most fortunate to be there today, we’ve been looking for one of your kind for over two years now… We really need you. You are a Pantholite and you very possibly possess powers beyond your imagination, you are a-” “Don’t say it,” she swallowed, it felt like she was swallowing a large, hard, dry lump of dirt. “I know….” “You know that you are a shape-shifter?” she cringed at the words. She despised them. It was two weeks after his grandmother’s funeral and ever since, no one had mentioned it. Not her, not her parents, not Christopher- nobody. “Yeah I know. What do you want…” “We need your help. Please- we… we don’t know what else to do. We can’t live like this anymore. Would you please meet us in your hotel lobby at seven o’clock this morning? “I’ll try,” she answered, not knowing if they believed her or not… But not caring, because she wasn’t sure if she trusted herself either. But she ended the call and sat on the floor, and began crying. “May?” there was a bang on the door. It was Allison. “May hurry up! We have to meet everyone downstairs in an hour and you’ve been in there since I got up!” May looked at her phone, she must have fallen asleep on the floor… It was five minutes after seven. Seven… Why did that seem important? Oh. She threw the door open. “Sorry, all yours,” she said quickly and ran to the door on the other side of the room, propelling herself into the hallway, and running toward the stairs. “May!” she heard a familiar voice. She stopped and turned around. Trevor, one of the boys that had come on the trip, was staring at her. “Where are you going?” “Lobby,” she didn’t know what else to say. “We don’t have to meet for another…” he paused to look at his watch. “… hour, almost. Anyways aren’t you going to get dressed first?” he looked her up and down with a strange expression on his face. “Oh…” she remembered that she was still wearing her sleeping shorts and a tank top. “I thought I was already late…” she lied. “Thanks.” “Oh! Well you did slam the door pretty hard… we all heard it… Anyways, no problem,” he went back into his room with a smile. May stood in the hallway for another second, and thought about what she wanted to do… Then she turned and coolly walked the rest of the way to the stairs, chewing a finger nail all the while. “That’s a really bad habit you know,” she looked and saw a tall handsome man looking at her from the bottom of the stairs. “Oh, I know,” she pulled her hand down and crossed her arms. “Excuse me,” she went to move around him, but he moved in front of her. “Is everything okay?” he looked confused. “May, it’s me…” “What?” she was getting sick of strangers already. “Sorry but I’ve never met you. This is actually my first time in England, so you must have me mistaken for someone else… If you’ll excuse me, I’m kind of late…” she looked at her phone again, which she had in her hand still. “How old are you?” he asked, seeming less hurt now. “I turned sixteen about a month ago…” she eyed him suspiciously. “Why?” “Oh. Sorry… I miss you.” He mumbled and he moved out of her way and started to make his way up the stairs. “What was that?” she asked, a little more loudly than she probably should have. “Nothing,” he said with a smile. “I just got a little mixed up.” “How did you know my name?” she was a little grumpy. “You’ll see, but you’re late remember?” and she did. So she passed through the door and turned a corner into the lobby. She immediately noticed the two red-heads. They were the only people there aside from a man in a navy blue business suit. “Uhm… Hi,” May approached Marcus and the girl and sat down across from them. |
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