Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Second chapter...
I don't have much to post about, So I might as well give the next chapter? :D
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Chapter
1
“What
do you mean, Syris Colt is missing?” asked Alexander Signotco, his eyes wide
with panic. “He can’t be? He is a mass-murdering Villain! How could someone be
crafty enough to murder Syris Colt?!”
Alexander
Signotco was 26 years old and was a Spanish detective living in England at the
time. His hair was an auburn brown colour and was as short as a normal man’s
hair should be. His eyes were blue, and at this precise moment in time, wide
with panic, fear and uncertainty.
On
the other side of the phone line was the Brazilian colleague of Alexander, Romero
de Jonoe. “You need to take a trip to Rio de Janerio, where I am based. But you
must not tell anyone where I am
based.”
“Your
secret is safe with me, mi amigo.”
“We
have a couple of suspects, one of them being Syris himself… and the other…..”
sighed Romero.
“Who?”
whispered Alexander.
“Zaphara
Romeas…. She was missing a couple of months ago, two to be exact.” He sighed again.
“We need you here – now.”
“But
it’s two in the morning! You can’t
possibly expect me to get a ticket to Rio de Janerio at two in the morning!
It’s not long enough!” Alexander explained to him while yawning.
“I
know, I know, but we need you now more than ever. Set your alarm for six in the
morning. I’m coming over to Spain.” Romero said, while getting changed so that
he could drive to his bank to get the money for a flight to Spain and back.
“…
Okay... fine… what you like…” yawned Alexander. “I guess I’ll see you at six
then….”
“Just
two more things…” sighed Romero. “One, collect up all of your money. I will
take you back to Rio de Janerio with me.”
“And
two…”
“Two?”
asked Alexander.
“Keep
that locket safe. The diamond that is inside is a Staermount diamond, and if it
falls into the hands of Zaphara Romeas then it could be disastrous.”
And
Alexander hung up on the phone.
Alexander
got back into bed and slept for about half an hour until waking up again after
hearing footsteps in his house. He grabbed a baseball bat ready for whatever
comes around the corner.
As
he crept towards the kitchen, he heard something scurrying away.
Odd
he thought to himself.
Maybe
it was just… a mouse?
But
the noise was louder than a mouse, it sounded like it could have been a giant,
mutated rat if anything like that. He
crept into his living room and there was a trail of destruction.
Paper
was scattered everywhere, the lamps were knocked onto the floor and were smashed,
and the table had many deep scratches on it, as if a giant, mutated rat had been in his house.
“Holy…”
He whispered.
It
was as if a ghost had sneaked into his house – a ghost with knives all over it.
The wall was hollow, and so had a giant hole hit into it, like a giant had
head-butted it. This was going to cost a lot of money to fix.
Alexander
walked over to the light switch and tried to turn it on, but it wouldn’t turn
on. He walked upstairs to his office and pulled out a torch from the third
drawer down, and turned it on. Alexander walked back down again only to find
that it was more messed-up than before.
“How
in the world?”
He
bent over to pick up some of the paper and found something scribbled on the
bottom of the sheet.
He
shone the light of his torch over the paper and found initials on the bottom of
the paper.
The
initials read: S.C
Alexander
gasped and ran to his mobile phone, only to find that it was missing.
All
he could do was wait for Roberto to fly over to England. Alexander glanced at
his clock, and it read: 3:07
AM
He
sighed and waited, waiting for the clock to strike six in the morning.
Time
goes faster when you sleep…
Something
whispered. But it wasn’t a voice in Alexander’s head. It didn’t sound like
Roberto’s voice. And it defiantly didn’t sound like the strong yet silky voice
of Zaphara Romeas.
It
struck Alexander like a punch to the gut.
S.C…
He
suddenly realised.
Sleep.
Time will go faster.
It was as if Alexander’s thoughts were beginning
to take over him, as when he thought that, he began to become more tired than
he ever had before – as if someone had put sleeping gas in his room.
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Oh, and the jobs have been taken down...
Wishesh mee luckiez! :D
-It xx
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