[color=pink][h1][center]Cecily[/center][/h1]

"Hello there."

Cecily felt chills go up her spine. She squinted in the dark van but the light from the windows illuminated the pale face with blue eyes. She could have sworn it had been empty. Where had he come from? She had pinched herself quite a few times already but this was no dream. there was too much nonsense for this to be real. Maybe she had been drugged. In the few moments of silence to digest, she had come to the conclusion her family had been murdered and she was part of the attempted targets. She could remember the painful force of the bullet piercing her body then sudden blackness. A memory surfaced from the back of her mind. As the cops had dragged her away, she had felt the small bead-like object in her dress fall down to the floor with a faint ring. She had been shot. There was no mistaking the bullet going through yet it fell out. 

She rubbed her temples, overwhelmed. Tears had been brimming in her eyes throughout the whole ordeal but it felt like she forgot how to cry. "Uh, hey. Where are we going?" She asked, deciding to accept that maybe he'd been in the truck and she hadn't noticed. Cecily had no room in her mind to try to decipher another nonsense event. [/color]


[h1][center][color=lightblue]Alex[/color][/center][/h1]
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Alex sat back against the bedroom wall, his reading glasses pirched on his nose, his blue eyes dimmed by the despair of studying the laptop before him. The television was blaring on low volume nearby him and a bag of chips to on the blanket to his left. It had been mere background noise. He had been studying day  and his eyes felt like they were going to pop out of his sockets as he forced them open a bit more to read each line twice, struggling to take in any information. The house had been still the whole night with the exception of the occasional crunching of chips.

A surge of euphoria began to fill him as he realized this was the last page of his study guide. "Fuck it."he said to himself and shut the laptop, pushing it far away from him as if it had been the most disgusting thing in the world. "I'll finish tomorrow."He muttered to himself. With little interest, he let his eyes wander to the television with the idea to turn it to something interesting when a face on the news caught his eye. The girl, that always at next to him in his creative writing class and gave him a pencil every time he forgot it, was on TV.  Cecily Bellemore. She was pretty well-known for wearing really nice clothing and acting more polite than necessary. He was sure Shay and her had become friends at one point.  

"Dr. Peter Bellemore and well-known clothing designer Melissa Bellemore found murdered in dramatic scene in their dining room. Daughter Cecily was found alive and now missing. If you see her, please cal-"
The news anchor was briefing the situation when a loud sigh startled Alex from his focus. His favorite voice in the world was soon ringing through the house.

He scrambled up to run to the kitchen before she got into the bedroom. He picked up a bouquet of her favorite flowers and moved quickly back into the bedroom once she was done changing. "There's my girl!"He greeted her, presenting her with the flowers. "I've missed you too! How was work today?? I'm so proud of you." He quickly grabbed the remote, turning off the news. He wasn't so sure what she had heard but he decided it'd be best not to depress her after a long day. There wasn't much they could do. [/color]