Kim was gone. She disappeared. She slipped right through my fingertips, and vanished into thin air.

It was after that night... I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it. I was upset. I acted out of line. Now that I think about it, Kim's right. I am a straight-laced-chick.

"I'm so sorry..." I muttered under my breath, and buried my face into Kim's yellow/green pillow.

I miss her. Her scent, her voice, her presence, he walk, her movement, her hair, he eyes her skin her lips... everything. I missed her touch, her fingertips dancing across my body, her nails, just barely grazing my skin, her teeth when she kissed me a little too ruffly and they scrapped against mine. Her warmth when I was wrapped in her arms, the security I felt when she laid by my side, our fingers intertwined.

I began sobbing. I broke that. That feeling. I didn't know what to call it, for I had never experienced it before. She would always tell me, "love." "It's called love, and I love you."

But I never returned her words. It was wrong. So very wrong. We were both girls. We couldn't be lovers. It was wrong. No one would approve, our friends would find us disturbing... We absolutely could not carry on as we were.

Although Kim was definitely my guilty pleasure, we were too intimate, and it was wrong. But I fucking loved it. Every second of it, every inch of her skin. My heart pleaded to me one thing while my head screamed another.

The screaming just happened to be louder and more intimidating than the pleading. But I wanted her. Every goddamn thing about her made me feel at home. It made me feel good, great, outstanding, incredible, and I never wanted to let go of that feeling.

I was torn. The voices in my head were blowing my brains out. But I could hardly focus on the arguments from either side because I was distracted by her. Just standing next to her was enough to get my face heated to a rosy red. 

So I let her go.

Harshly. Sharply. With words that cut like shards of glass. I didn't show any mercy. I was so overly mean. I destroyed her. Crushed her heart.

I lied to her.

I told her I didn't care, that I never loved her, that I would never return the feelings that she had for me, and now I feel awful. Like I ripped my own heart to shreds.

I cried into her pillowcase for what seemed like hours. I couldn't help but regret every word I said. I would have cried forever, except someone came barging though my door, and walked straight in without my permission.

"You gotta see this. It'll make you feel a hella lot worse, but I think you should at least know." Ox flipped on the tv, switched the channel onto the news, and I starred in horror at the stories.

"14-Year-Old DWMA Student Recking Havoc On Death City?" "Missing Person: Kim Diehl, Age 14" "Powerful Witch On The Run, Some Say It's a Student From DWMA?" "Death Toll: 4" "Hostage Toll: 5" "Injury Toll: 12"

The list went on and on while "Wanted" posters and "Missing Persons" posters flew around all with Kim's name sprawled across each and every paper. I starred in shock. Momentarily the tears stopped. But then I saw the message.

Deaths: 4. Hostages: 5. Injuries: 12.

"Twenty one." I gasped.

"What?" Ox turned toward me.

"Twenty one days." I almost burst into tears again.

"What's that supposed to mean? And where did you get that from? The toll numbers?" Ox threw questions at me but I ignored him.

"Three weeks." I whispered.

"Where are you going with this? Is it some sort of date? Deadline? Timeline? A marker?" Ox lowered the volume and focused in on me. "Jackie?"

"That was it." I glanced up at my calendar on the wall.

"What? You got it?" Ox looked up at the calendar too.

"That's all it was." I cried.

"You sound mental, what is it?" I was surprised someone as smart as Ox could be so dumb.

"We lasted three weeks. She's trying to shove it in my face that even in a that short time frame, what we had was real. She's trying to say that three weeks was all it took for her to completely fall in love with me. She's trying to tell me that love doesn't just happen overnight, and it doesn't just go away that quickly either, meaning that she knows I lied to her." As soon as I finish I began sobbing again.

"You got... all of that... from "three weeks" which could also even be wrong it you consider all of the other factors that can be put in to change the numbers or how you interpret them—"

"She knows me better than I know me. She knows exactly how I think, therefore yes, I did get all of that from three weeks, and it is correct because she knows that I would break it down in that exact way, it's almost as if she gave me a piece of paper that had the exact explanation I gave scribbled down in it permanent ink." Curse her. She knows that thinking like that turns my attention away from emotions. She knew I would be crying right now, and in her own little sick way, it's a method of cheering me up, showing me that she still cares even through all this chaos.

"Look what, or I guess who, else they found this morning." Ox turned the volume back up.

The newscaster spoke, "...beaten, broken, tattered, and torn to shreds, a young weapon and meister, students of DWMA, were found in the middle of the woods. The two are lucky to be breathing as we speak, the weapon, a boy, was found with what appeared to be multiple lacerations that covered almost every inch of his body. Strangely enough, he did not bleed out, but is suffering from major blood loss, and damage to internal organs, along with quite a large amount of internal bleeding.

"The girl appeared to be in good shape when first found, but when takings a closer look, there was a tranquilizer dart in the small of her back. It seems though as if it had been filled with something other than what is supposed to be in a tranquilizer dart. Doctors are unsure of the mixture contained, they can't find any traces of it in her blood. However, they did find major lack of oxygen in both of her lungs, and a small lack of oxygen to the brain. Besides that, doctors are worried there may be something wrong with her mental stability, but that is to be determined once the girl wakes up. The younger pair seem to be in a trance, or what DWMA calls a "Resonance."

"That's all for now folks, and here's Tina with the weather!"

My mouth was dropped open as wide as it could get. "Soul and Maka." I whispered.

"Yu-p" Ox said, popping the P.

"What happened to them? Repetitively stabbed? Lacerations? Tranquilizer darts? It's all so random..." I stared off into space, wondering what could have happened.

"You want me to play it again? You look uttered confused." Ox pick up the remote.

"One more time." I agreed.

This time, I studied the screen, the pictures. I analyzed the words, the sentences. I scanned everything. And then I saw it.

"There!" I yelled and pointed at the screen.

Ox paused the frame, and I swiftly began to get my research gear. I grabbed the wires and cabled for my computer, and the tv. I changed the monitor from the tv to my computer screen, screen captured the photo, then transferred it to my laptop. I zoomed in a 175%, refocused the picture, zoomed another 25%, then screen captured again. This time, I ran that screen capture through an analyzer, one that had all of the school's student's information.

"And now we have an answer." I snapped my fingers and leaned back in my chair.

"I have no clue what you just did or how you did it, but that is 100% Liz Thompson, right?" Ox leaned closer to the screen.

"You bet. But get this, here's her sister's file, Kid's file, the files of her close friends, but her file is missing. So technically, she doesn't exist according to school documents. I can try to get Stein to take a look at any digital footprints, I could try tracing back all of the file edits, but that'll take awhile. I could also search her file instead of using the scanner..."

I punched in Liz's full name, and nothing popped up. Well, at least, nothing with her name on it. In Liz's file's place, was Kim's.

"Why would Kim want access to Liz's file?" I click of Kim's file, and sure enough half of her info is blocked.

"Do you think Kim might have something to do with Soul and Maka?" Ox asked.

"I'm not sure. I need someone who understands this computer, the hard drive, and the software along with the program I'm using, just as well as I do in order to figure it out. The only person I can think of is Stein."

I start packing up my laptop, and my computer, but not the monitor, along with the wires, USB plugs, and other little things like paper, pencils, pens, calculators, etc. I zip it all up into two separate carrier bags, and walk out the door with Ox in trail.

"Let's go so Stein, I guess." I mutter, locking the door behind me, as Ox and I make our way to Stein's office.
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sorry if that chapter was long and boring, but its needed.

btw i wrote that in 2 and a half hours. all right now. no breaks. just straight on writing for 2 and 1/2 hours straight.

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