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Three months had passed. Paul scoured over the book multiple times trying to find the formula. But he didn’t see a single clue at all. He slams the book as he reaches the last page on the floor in brutal anger.
“The woman has bested me once again. I am sick and tired of Belle Lightman finding a way to outsmart me even after her death!” Paul says yelling out. Marcia looks up from doing her nails to Paul. She was seeing his insanity start to come out in full power.
“Paul, calm yourself. You don’t want to give yourself a heart attack.” Marcia suggests. “I wouldn’t have a heart attack if I had that formula. It’s all I need to become the most powerful man in the world. I need it. I’m running out of time!” Paul says clawing his desk with his fingers.
“You need to stop worrying about something like that and figure out a way to pause time for yourself until you can fully reverse it.” Marcia tells him continuing to paint her nails. “Yes, yes you’re right darling. I need to pause time for myself. There is a way… yes… I can do it. I know how to pause time.” Paul says with a look of insanity.
‘There you go.” Marcia says looking at him with a smile and then returning to her concentration, “By the way, 40 more people have left the IOSTA. That brings us down to about one hundred agents Paul. You need to show that you have it all together or…” “We don’t need them. All we need is me.” He says. “I’m sorry, you’re a great fighter but you are old. You can’t possibly think you can take down three young people… make that two young people. The other is of no consequence.” Marcia says.
“I can.” Paul says pulling out a needle full of mutagen. She looks up at him and her eyes widen. She gets up to snatch it from him. He however sticks himself with the needle. He starts to shake violently and falls behind his desk. Marcia keeps her distance just in case.
He rises up with his veins popping out. Paul opens another drawer to his desk pulling out a needle with what looked like green light energy.
“What in the world is that?” Marcia says keeping her distance even more. “Remember the explosion that nearly destroyed the earth, the green light? Well, Belle Lightman had been doing research on its properties. She said that it could mutate the human cells to something more… permanently.” Paul said with his insane eyes looking at the heavenly liquefied energy.
“Paul, don’t put that stuff in you. You don’t know what it will do to you.” She warned him holding her hand out. “Just wait before you take it. We can end the three with the hundred agents that we have. It would be very easy. Huh? Huh? Wouldn’t you like that Paul?” she asks him.
“Maybe… fine.” He says sticking it in his pocket. Marcia lets out a sigh of relief. Paul picks up the book again.
“I’ll look at it once mo…” He stops what he is saying and opens the front cover and the back cover. Belle was written on the front and Annie was written on the back cover. Belle the mother, Annie, the grandmother… He thought about it for a moment before he put them together.
Annabelle. He thought to himself. His eyes widen with realization and an evil smile rises on his face.
“My goodness, the answer was always there.” Paul said out loud. He turns back to Marcia who gives him a dumb look. “Love… the answer is Annabelle herself. I don’t know how but she is the answer.” Paul says. “Maybe… you need a blood sample.” She tells him looking back down. “Yesss….” He chants under his breath under hypnosis almost.
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The head of a dummy is blown off and stuffing flies everywhere. Annabelle retracts her rifle back and reloads it. Joseph stands behind her with slight surprise on his face.
“What?” She asks with a blushing smile. “I didn’t know you could shoot so well. I mean, my sister is a better shot than me, but not by much. You’ve totally blown us out the water.” He says. “Well you’ve been training to use artifacts rather than modern weaponry.” She tells him rubbing the rifle.
She closes one eyes and targets the next dummy that comes out of the ground. She fires again, blowing the head off once again. She pulls the rifle back then hands it Joseph.666Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXl1PlZkrhV
“Your turn. Let’s see how good a shot you are.” She teases. “I’m so-so.” He says, “I prefer my staff anyhow. No real damage can be done.” “Scared?” she says raising her eyebrow. “No. I know how to use a gun. What assassin doesn’t know how to use a gun?” he says making his target.
“Remember to aim for the head.” She says teasingly. She watches him close one eye and focus to fall on his face. He pulls the trigger and the head of the dummy was gone. Stuffing fell from the air to the ground.
“Nice shot!” she said smacking him on the back. “Thanks.” He responds pulling the gun back and handing it back to her. “You’re better than you made yourself out to be. Now how about a moving target… with a pistol… no bead?” she says. “Huh?”
An old man hands her a pistol, kind of bent, with no bead at the tip. He then press a button and dummies start popping out of the holes like angry gophers and going back in.
Annabelle shuts one of her eyes and fires the pistol three times, blowing the heads off three targets. She hands him the gun and some ammo. “A good marksman is able to use any gun.” She says. “You’ve done this before.” He says to her looking her in her eyes. She gives him a mischievous smile, “It’s allowed me to stay single all of this time. If they can hit at least one… I go out with them on a date. None of them can do it.” “So how about it?” he asks her.
Annabelle looks at him with surprise. He raises a single eyebrow waiting for her answer. “Oh… um… okay.” She says a blushing cheeks, “Three shots… one target.” She tells him.
Joseph close one eye and targets the first one to come up. He fires and misses by a foot. He reloads the chamber and targets again. The bullet goes straight for the head but the dummy went back in its hole.
Annabelle bit her lip nervously. Come on… hit a target. She thought.
Joseph closes his eye one more time and clears his mind. He allows the calm to slow everything own to his perception. He sees his target and pulls the trigger. The bullet tears through the head of its stuffed dummy victim.
Her eyes widen as she looks at Joseph holding a smile on his face. He hands the gun back to her. “I was just toying with you Ms. Lightman. I can shoot pretty well… two out three targets at best.” He says to her as. “So when do you want to go out…” “Saturday… pick me up at 3 pm.” She says quickly. She grabs her rifle and runs out of the gun range.
“What’s with her?” Joseph asks the old man. “Women.” He responded handing Joseph a hand gun. “Go again. You look bad.” He tells Joseph. Joseph frowns and returns to the dummies.
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Natalia throws darts into the head of Marcia, drawn on the wall. She grabs some more and tosses them all at once darting up Marcia's face all the way down the line.
She looks towards Fluffy Bottoms as if he was calling her. The room begins to spin until she could only see the cosmos. In the cosmos a small tear begins to open that she could see through.
Marcia and Paul O’Connor were preparing an army. Marcia hugs Paul tightly. Then the view begins to change to a picture she held in her hand, one of Annabelle Lightman. Then the view changed to the hands of all the army holding the same picture of Annabelle, as if she were a target.
The tear and cosmos begin to fade away. She looks at her stuffed bunny. “They are planning an attack aren’t they? … Why Annabelle? … Remember when I said she was special? Yeah! ... … … What’s so special about her? … … … … … … Really?” Natalia says blinking. She grabs her cell phone.
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“Yes Madison… she was the one who… well… made the date. It was kind of weird.” Joseph says on his phone. “You’re such a wuss Jas. You can’t do anything for yourself. This Saturday correct?” she says over the phone. “Yeah. I’m supposed to come pick her up at 3. Why?” he asks her. “Because, I’ll be there by Friday. I have something I want to tell you… that and I want to help you make this date go great. I promise to be there by Friday. I’ll help you pick out something to wear and somewhere to go…” Madison says talking more to herself than Joseph. “That’s really kind of you but I think…” “Hush Jas. I’m thinking about your wardrobe. No that won’t do…” she says talking to herself. “My wardrobe?” he asks confused. “I’ve catalogued your entire wardrobe. I know everything you have.” She tells him. “You what? Wait a minute. I have a call coming in.” Joseph says.
“Jas! Jas! There is something you need to know… AHH!” Natalia says. There is a dropping noise over the phone. Joseph squints a little bit. “Princess? Are you alright?” Joseph asks. “Yes... I’m sorry. It was a mistake.” Natalia says calmly.
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Natalia hangs up the phone. Marcia removes the blade from Fluffy Bottoms’ neck. She throws the stuffed bunny at Natalia and she catches it. Marcia smiles at Natalia. “You say one word and I will return, this time, no warning. Can’t believe you value that filthy bunny more than a human life. Pathetic.” Marcia says as she walks through another tear.
Natalia looks down in shame. “I did make a bad choice, didn’t I Fluffy Bottoms?” Natalia says to the bunny in her arms.666Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKDrwipxVt4
