Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
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Harrison Farmer was an extraoridnary journilist.
Gina Dishkat was a talented photographer.
Keithly Davidson was a superb actor.
Not one of them were though of 1 minute after their deaths.
And naturally there was a relation to the three unknows who probably could have been the best.
And it wasn't that they were distant cousins.
Unfortuntally they had to die young. All for his...conspiricy to work.
Conspiricy. He didn't like that word.
Plot sounded better. More planned.
Order was the key.
And his oganzitation, plot, was always in order.
That was when a knock interrpeted his thoughts.
He didn't like his thought interrpted.
His hand moved onto his maghony desk, searching for the grip of his favorite toy.
After finding his plaything he then aimed it towards the wooden door.
"Come in."
"Hello Richard." a petite female walked through the door, strutting towards the desk, obvisouly unafraid of the gun pointed straight at her.
"Romona." he acknowledged her presence.
"I know you are never going to shoot that thing at me, so why don't you just put it down now." she climbed atop the maghony desk.
He instantally dropped the gun, and kicked it to the opposite side of the room.
"I thought you were a business assiciate." he stated.
"Is that how you treat all of your co-workers."
"I don't have any co-workers Romana. I'm the boss." he retorted.
"No you aren't." she spread he lags open for him to see she decided that underwear was unecessary for the day. "I am."
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Once again she had been left alone.
Ivy suddenly left after an apparently urgent phone call.
"Pilar?" Daniel, one of the house maids, approaced her from behind.
"Yes." she plastered a fake smile scross her face.
"Youv'e been dusting that mantle for 15 mnutes now." she hestintally told the overactive 40 year old.
"It was extremly dirty."
With that Daniel backed away, as Pilar moved onto the nearest lamp, giving the mantle a break from the duster.
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"I reccommed you leave now." Ivy sternly demanded.
"I just wanted to know if he was going to be OK. Now that I know I'll most likely be forced to sit next to you for the next few hours waiting for those results, I'd rather just leave." she basically stormed out of the hospital.
After passing through the automatic double doors, she finally saw Harmony for the first time.
Small children making snowen.
I never did that.
Older children building forts for an upcoming fight.
I never had any snow to build a fort with.
Teenagers throwing snowballs at doors then running.
I was always too carful.
Young couples taking strolls through the park.
I never found the right guy.
Parents helping their kids build snowmen.
I haven't found the right guy.
An elderly lady walking alone down the path.
Oh God. I'm her.
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"Did you hear?" Miguel walked into his home.
"What?" Luis asked from the couch.
"You know Ethan Crane?"
"Yeah."
"This girl accidently hit him the the head with a cell phone, and he's in a coma."
Luis's jaw immeditally dropped, and an expression of astonishment crossed his face. Then he laughed.
"I'm not kidding." Miguel started through the laughter Luis gave him.
"Oh God I feel sorry for that girl."
"I wouldn't. Caught a glimpse of her in an argument. She doesn't take crap, at all."
"So I'm assuming she's from the city then." the older of the two stated.
"Apparently she's does something big out in LA, but I wasn't really listening to Kay's ramblings."
"You should. Sometimes there intresting."
As soon as those words were spoke an uncomfortable silence clouded the atmosphere of the infamous living room.
"It's too bad she didn't hit Julian or Alistar." Luis spoke up.
"The world would have been a better place. That's a guarntee."
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She always was supposed to get the last word.
She always did. Until now.
That little bia put her son, a Crane, in a coma, and insulted her.
There was no way in hell she would ever go against Ivy Crane and win.
And she was going to make sure that would never happen.
Theresa Johnson just declared war.
And she only just won the first battle.
