Unknown Passions: Fan Fiction
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"Holy sh**!" Theresa yelped as she heard the sound of gunfire.
Instantally ducking, with just the snow around her, she helplessy prayed for her saftey.
After a second she lifted her head from her hands, she looked around to see if there was any damage around, disreguarding the fact that the gun had to have a shooter.
Turning her head towards the right, she saw the most horrific thing any person should never witness.
A child. Most likely coming to the cafe, library type place to have some lunch.
His blood scattered thorughout the white snow.
So much more visible than if it was regular cement.
It was as if the it was a cherry snowcone.
But it wasn't.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" Theresa shouted as people started to come around.
They just stood there in shock.
"Go!" she yelled taking off her jackect, and plaing pressure on the wound.
"Are you an angel?" the little girl mumbled meekly.
"No. I'm not." she quickly tried to gather all she knew about medicane in one moment. "Just keep your eyes open. Don't go to sleep."
"But it hurts." she whimpered.
"I know it does, but you have to stay awake." she paused while looking at the girl, "Tell me about your family?"
"Mommy...mommy's gonna be mad at me. I didn't get her coffee for her." Theresa saw the pain in the girl's eyes.
"What about your Daddy?"
"Mommy says I don't have a Daddy."
More pain.
"Any siblings?" she tried to stay postive.
"Sib-what?"
"Brothers or sisters?" Theresa restated the questoin, so that the 5-year-old would be able to understand her vocublary.
"Mark. H-he sometimes helps me when he's home. But he's usually gone when it's dark out. When I see him again he acts really mean towards me. Then after he sleeps he's Mark again." she explained her brother's life cycle, while Theresa looked on in amazement. She never wanted anyone to grow up the same way she was forced to, and it wasn't always that bad. But for everyday until your 18....
"What about your friends?"
"Marissa's my bestest friend ever. I love staying over at her house on sleepovers. Her family's really nice."
"What does Marissa look like?" Theresa questioned starting to feel more blood exit the wound, but not as much as before.
"She has brown hair."
"What about her eyes?"
"I don't look at peoples eyes." the girl replied.
"Why not?"
"They scare me."
"Why do a person's eyes scare you?" Theresa was started to be bothered by how intellengent the girl was.
"Last time I looked in Mommy's eyes she hurt me. She said I was making her pr-a-naoid." she tried to sound out the word.
"Eye contact is a very important thing." Theresa started, "that's how you know what a persons really thinking. Look into my eyes."
"No. You'll hurt me too." she started to squirm.
"OK. Don't. Let's talk about something you want to talk about."
"I don't want to talk. I want to sleep." she cried.
"You can't sleep." Theresa was afraid of anything that could result in death.
"But I wanna." she pouted.
"What about Marissa's family?"
"If you're not an angel then who are you?"
"My name's Theresa."
"Theresa." she pondered for a moment, "I want your name. I hate mine." she commented.
"What's your name?" Theresa asked.
"Which one?"
"All of them." Theresa tried to smile for the girl to give out some of her strength.
"Cassandra. Cassie. Cas. Squirt. Jesus Christ. That's what Mommy calls me sometimes," why was she smiling.
"Do you know who Jesus Christ was?"
"He'd dead isn't he?"
"He was considered a powerful healer to some people."
"Do you think that?"
Theresa didn't know how to reply.
"Only when I'm in trouble."
"Why then?"
"That's when I need him most."
And for the second time that day Theresa saw an ambulance approach.
Taking her eyes off the girl, she noticed the bushes rustling on a day with any wind.
'What that hell?'
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"I don't give a sh** if the Mofo Richard gave you the go ahead!" Romana screamed into the phone.
"No offense boss, but aren't you a little old to use the word mofo."
"Would you rather me use the term mother f**ker." she waited for the silence that told her he was ofically afraid.
"Thank you. Now I will repeat myself. If Theresa Johnson or any of her associates, friends, whatever is harmed, I promise you this whatever happens to her happens to you." she then hung up satsified with the power she held above her employees.
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"Ethan?" Ivy waved a hand over his face attempting to take him out of his daze.
A phone. Snow. A girl.
An amazing girl.
He all of a sudden noticed his Mother standing above him.
"M-mot-her?" he chocked out in the scrachiest voice he'd ever heard.
With brunette hair.
'What happened?'
"Ethan. Thank God." she leaned in to embrace her son.
He didn't want to talk again, so a simple nod was all she got as he wraped his arms around the middle-aged woman.
"They said you couldn't talk." Pilar said in the background.
"Ba-ar-ely." his voice box once again suffered.
And a sad expression.
"We have the best everything helping you out, excpect the Austin Powers nusre, you're in great care." Ivy drew the attention back to herself.
"Wh-hat?"
And as a black object flew through the air....
"Never mind. It's just good to see your eyes open." Pilar wanted to avoid the subject of his voice, thus not resulting in the infamous saying, 'it's good to hear the sound of your voice.'
"Well Ethan, we have a dinner to attended to tonight, me and your Father that is, and Pilar must be leaving to see her family. It's far past her regular work schedule right now." Ivy interviened in their converstation, but it was true.
Pilar did have to get home.
There was a major dinner tonight.
After she saw him give a slight nod, "We'll be back tomorrow." she then grabbed her coat, gave her son a peck on the cheek, and left.
Pilar followed behind her as a good house keeper should.
"Bye." his voice sounded much more clearer, as they left the room.
...he'd loved her the before he even met her. Now he had to meet her.
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Naturally to annoy him, just as the shot was fired his cell rang.
'I thought I turned that damn thing off!' his mind screamed in rage, though the words never escaped his lips.
Deciding to ingore his busness, he then answered the call.
"Brown here." his stern tone took over.
"But I was given orders....no offense boss, but aren't you a little old to use the word mofo.....ok." he silently whispered, already knowing the phone was hung up on the other end.
Packing p his equimpenment, he looked over to see what he apparently hit.
'A girl.' he spotted what wasn't his assignment, but at least that Theresa girl wasn't hurt. 'Cool.'
With that he then left his bushes, leaving some rustling.
