𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭.
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For five years, Evelyn turned up missing. Locked at the bottom of an endless void of water in a metal safe. Trapped in a coma of her own. Though she returns, nothi...
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FIVE MONTHS LATER...
My phone rings, just as I'm stepping out of the store. I answer it without looking at the caller ID, already knowing who it is.
"Yes, Kenji?"
"You got my candy, right?" He asks, and I sigh, nodding.
"Yes, I got your stupid candy." I say, annoyed, as I walk down the sidewalk.
"You disrespect my Milky Ways." He huffs, like a three year old. I bet he's crossing his arms and pouting right now.
"You stay holed up in your room all day, expecting me to do everything for you." I state. Five months ago, if someone told me that I'd be dealing with a three year old in a man's body who knows how to use a computer, I would've laughed in their face.
A month after I met Kenji, I dyed my hair. I dyed my hair platinum blonde. I was also forced to change my name because I didn't need my old enemies knowing I was alive. "I'll just end up making new ones." I had told Kenji. He shrugged and told me to get over it. I still haven't figured out how to transform him into one of me, but I'm working on it.
"You do realize that I have an earpiece from you connected, right?" I ask as I walk into an alley, even though I'm muted as is he.
"That's for work. This is non-work related." He states matter-of-factly. I roll my eyes at him and I create a portal into his bedroom. I hang up as the portal closes behind me, throwing his bag of candy at him. He catches it with a grin and I grab my knife from my pocket.
I still haven't found my enchanted dagger. I really need to name that thing. Kenji doesn't know about it, and I don't intend on letting him know about it.
"Did you find anything on who took my family?" I ask, plopping down on his bed.
"Well, considering you don't have an exact date, I can't quite check the cameras." He spins in his chair to face me.
"I said two years ago. So, there's three-hundred-sixty-five days in a year." I state.
"And that's eight thousand, seven hundred, and sixty hours. Not very helpful." He gives me an unamused look.
"It's been five months. How can you not check three-hundred-and-sixty-five days within that time period?" I ask, sitting up on my forearms.
"Because you are not a computer wiz and you don't know how difficult it can be with such vague information."
"Fine. I'm going on a walk." I climb off the bed.
"You just got here, and you're already going back out?" He asks, and I shrug.
"Why not?" I make a portal, and step out into the same alley I used to get there. I only have my phone on me, which is in the back pocket of my skinny jeans, and my knife that I just got. The sun is already setting, since I decided to go so late.
