Hey great story so far! I love sci fi and I want to no, is this going to be like fire agent- time agent like (I no u like doctor who) Jack Harkness was? Or different?
Okay, since I obviously have a few readers, I guess I will continue. And yes, it will be a sci fi story. Eventually. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I ran back to Tommy and Daphne's house. I saw Tommy on the porch pacing. He looked up and saw me. "Alice, Daphne's gone." I jumped up the porch steps and ran to him. "I just saw her at the bank!" Tommy pulled away from me. "What?" I started to cry. "She was standing in front of this black car. She shouted at me, told me that they were going to kill me, but before I could reach her she was pulled into the car and it sped away." Tommy hugged me, then paused, and walked away from me. "You." "What?" I asked. "This all started because of you." He said bitterly. I gasped. "What? I didn't cause Daphne's kidnapping, this, this wasn't ME!" I ran inside the house and up to Daphne's room. I started to sob. "No, no, I didn't start this, not me. Daphne was being kind when she brought me here after the fire-" I stopped. "The fire," I whispered. The fire is technically what started this. If I could figure that out- no, that's police territory. But- I got up and grabbed my backpack. No matter what, I wanted to see my house. To clear my name for Tommy. I put the money and some clothes into my backpack. Then I left the house. "Where are you going?" Tommy asked. He was still on the porch. I walked down the steps without looking back, and said, "To figure out what's really going on." And with that, I walked away. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I stopped at a diner to grab some lunch. The woman at the counter looked at me sympathetically while she rang up my total. "Sorry about what happened," she said. "Yeah and now a good friend of mine hates me." I said sadly. "Why?" the woman asked. "Because he thinks his sister, who is also a friend of mine, was kidnapped and that it's my fault." The woman sighed. "Yes, well, if you two are good friends and such, I'm sure he'll come around." "I can only hope," I muttered quietly, and sat down in a window booth to eat my sandwich and chips. And as I looked out the window, I saw him again. The man from the elevator. The one that kidnapped Daphne. My eyes grew wide, and I almost choked on a chip. "You alright?" The woman at the register called out. I glanced out the window again, but the man was gone. "Yeah," I said back, "I'm okay."
By the time I had finished eating, a sunset barely touched the sky. I walked out of the diner and began the walk to my house. "Wish Tommy wasn't so mad at me," I talked to myself as I walked down the sidewalk. "It's not my fault she's kidnapped," I kicked a stone down the walk. Fifteen minutes of walking and I was at my house. The burned down pile of rubble was still there. I walked around the pile, trying to find something, anything, that could help me make some sense from this mess. Then I saw a small silver glint out of the corner of my eye. But it wasn't in my house. It was in a bunch of trees, back behind it, the few that hadn't been scorched by the blaze. I walked over to it and gasped. "Moms locket," I said. My mother had gotten it from my dad when I was born. She wore it all the time, never took it off, except when she slept. It was a heart, silver, with little patterns drawn on the cover. I picked it up and heard a kind of rattle inside it. I opened the locket and found a small piece of paper. It had small writing on it. "JHS," I read, "Save them." I put the paper back in the locket, and clasped the locket around my neck. Hey, it's the only thing left from my parents. My thoughts blew by in my head, a mile a minute. "Jefferson High School," I said. "My high school? And save them. Save who? Daphne? She's just one person, not a them. Unless-" I gasped. No. It couldn't be. I have to go to Tommy's house and tell him I could save Daphne. And perhaps, even my parents.
I ran to Tommy and Daphne's house, but the door was locked. "Darn it!" I shouted, and stomped on the porch. "He did NOT lock me out." I slumped onto the porch steps and sighed. "He did. Why wouldn't he? I did cause his sister to be kidnapped." I noticed a price of paper underneath a small rock. Alice help I was wr~ It looked like Tommy's handwriting. I got up off of the porch and began the walk to my high school. "No, not him, not Tommy too." I said aloud. I broke into a run. I passed houses, some kids playing in their yard, several businesses, too, starting to close up for the day. Soon enough, I was at the doors of Jefferson High School. "Doors are probably locked," I muttered, but as luck would have it, they weren't. I walked down the halls that were my home away from home. I passed the office, and remembered the time I threw up at lunch. It was Tommy's fault, really, for telling that nasty joke. I passed the gym doors, and the art department, before going up the stairs to the second floor. I checked every classroom, every bathroom, every closet, but could not find Daphne, Tommy, or my parents. "The basement!" I practically shouted, and jumped down two flights of stairs to the basement. It was mostly storage, and the boiler room. I passed the set from last years play, several chairs, and a dummy from the time the art teacher decided to do a clothing unit. I came upon a room that wasn't the boiler room, and tried to open it, but it was locked. So I did something that was on my bucket list: I kicked the flipping door down. I walked into the room and gasped. In the middle of the room was an arch, made of metal, twisted around itself in odd angles. To the side of this metal thing were Daphne, and Tommy, both tied up. "Alice!" Daphne shouted. "Run! They want to-" "Kill me, I know, you told me." I finished her sentence, and untied the ties around her hands and feet. Tommy was in the corner, and after I ripped the duct tape off of his mouth he said, "Alice, I am so-" "I don't want to hear it," I said quietly. From the door came a woman's voice. And a man's. "She's here," The woman said, and stepped into the room. "Finally," the man said. "It took her all day!" I recognized them, and gasped. It was the man from the elevator. And Sophie. <><><><><><><><><><><><><> Do you remember who Sophie is???