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Bad Moon Rising	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Raven, The (2012) > Raven, The (2012) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bad Moon Rising
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Epilogue
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One jump ahead of the slow pokes

One skip ahead of my doom

Next time gonna use a nom de plume

One jump ahead of the hitmen

One hit ahead of the flock

I think I'll take a stroll around the block

One Jump Ahead-Aladdin

Andrew
I stare curiously at the man tied to a chair, holding tightly to a frying pan in case he woke up too soon. Aunt Emily's instructions were clear and easy to follow: don't let the man stay awake if she's not present. This is the most exciting job I've ever been asked to do; second only to that time when Momma had me watching Elizabeth when she was talking to the little boy down the road—Timothy I think. Almost jumping with excitement, I raised the pan when the man begins to stir, anger I've never felt before rising as thoughts race through my mind. This could be the man that took Momma and Sissy away from me.
"What the hell," he grumbles right before I bring the pan down and he goes silent once more.
"Heh, now I know why Momma loves these things," I grin, patting the pan affectionately. I sit on the floor, eyes still locked on the man in front of me and the pan resting in my lap. Aunt Emily has been gone a long time and Uncle Charles is out on the streets to see if he can find my Momma and Sissy, or if he can find someone who knows where they are. I hope he finds them today; I'm tired and ready to go back to my own house instead of this stuffy, old place.
Huffing, I lean my back against the desk, closing my eyes for a moment to rest. It was only supposed to be for a little bit, but when my eyes open again it is dark outside and the man is struggling to get free. Curse words escape his mouth at regular intervals and his wrists and ankles are bleeding and red from where the sheets are cutting into his skin. I get back up and raise the pan with both hands before I bring it down again, this time missing his head and accidentally getting his hand instead. "Goddammit, you worthless little—"He doesn't get the chance to finish the sentence because someone else hits him with a pot.
"And that's how it is done, Cousin," Edgar smirks, settling down on the floor next to me and tugging on the bottom of my coat until I join him. I cross my arms, looking away from Edgar with stubbornness that Daddy swears I got from the Uncle I never met. "What is it?"
"You'd be mad too if someone came and stole your mommy away." Edgar lowers his head, fingers absently running over the pot's smooth surface. "I'm sorry, Edgar," I whisper, fighting back tears. Big boys don't cry and I am a big boy; Daddy told me so. He did know how I felt, but without the hope he might see his daddy again.
"It is okay, Andy, you didn't mean it."
We sit for the rest of them time in silence, cookery in our laps and taking turns in keeping the stranger unconscious until Uncle Charles comes home and takes over; no luck in finding even a trace of my missing family.
Emmett
I climb into the coach, shivering from the cold winds that had been blowing fiercely all day. Judging by the heavy clouds in the sky, it would start snowing at any moment and it would snow a lot.Elizabeth loves snow, I muse with a smile, I'll have to take her outside to play in it one I get her and Sarah back. "Sir," Blunt asks," where exactly are we going?"
"Holy Cross church." He nods, telling the coachman and fidgeting nervously with the hem of his coat; Daniels rolls his eyes at the other officer's habit, his own hands steady and in his lap. I didn't see any problem with it as long as he wasn't too nervous to do his job properly. I lean my head against the wall of the coach, watching out the window as tiny flurries of snow begin to fall quickly—the ground changing from a dried-up brown to a pristine white.
When we finally arrive at the church, I jump out and run to the double doors, finding them locked just as they were when it was Emily I was searching for. Grunting, I punch and kick the door repeatedly in a rage. "Emmett, that is no way to behave," Daniels reprimands; a hand on my shoulder to pull me away from the doors. "Come on, we have other places to look than inside the church directly." With a nod, I follow him to one side of the church and nearly vomiting when I realize that this is the spot where John had bled to death, I was shot, and Sarah had passed out; all that had happened in a space of a couple of minutes and no one had been able to stop it. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," I answer in a voice weak to my own ears. "Do you see anything?" Daniels shakes his head, deciding to walk to the opposite side to look around while I took this side and Blunt took the back by the cemetery. Taking a few deep breaths to steady my nerves, I walk over to the spot where I found my wife the first time. The snow had covered any tracks that might have been there, but I wasn't looking for tracks exactly, I was looking for a message or a note. Squinting in the low light of the low afternoon sun, I can barely make out a piece of parchment sticking up from the side door of the church.
'You know where to go, Detective.' The Baltimore Patriot was the next place on my list—the place where Emily had been hidden, Edgar poisoned, and Sarah kidnapped by Ivan. Blunt comes around the corner then, empty-handed and displeased. "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't find anything."
"I found the note; we need to get to the old Baltimore Patriot."
"But that place has been shut down for five years…." I shrug, glancing down at the note again and feeling helpless.
"Emmett," a woman shouts from the other side of the church. What in the name of God was Emily doing here?!
Emily
I hurry down the deserted back roads to my church, knowing that Emmett was working on a theory that would lead him here and hoping I wouldn't miss him. The temperatures were rapidly dropping as winter set in and I could see my breath as a white cloud in front of me. Snow was falling quickly from the heavy, gray clouds in the sky—much easier to handle than the torrents of rain we've been subjected to these last few weeks. Snow I can handle as long as it is not too deep to walk through in a dress. Head down, I continue to march forward through the howling wind and freezing snow, arms wrapped around myself to fight for more warmth.
I had an idea of my own that may just help Emmett find the girls; the man I captured the night before, Raphael, had told me little, but just enough to connect the puzzle. Somehow, all of this was connected to Ivan—a relative like a brother or cousin—had kidnapped Sarah and Elizabeth to draw Emmett in to the Baltimore Patriot and then possibly kill him. That's what I know for certain, the man wants Emmett dead, and he wants to be the cause of it. I quicken my pace when I see the church looming ahead of me and a coach parked out front, but no one was wondering around so they must be around back where the cemetery is. "Emmett," I call out, gasping slightly and shivering from the cold and excitement.
"Emily?!" Emmett's voice was coming from a few feet away as I turned the corner. "What are you doing out here; you must be freezing?"
"I'm fine, I just—" The sound of stone grinding against stone makes me look up in time to see an old gargoyle statue falling off its perch and plummeting down towards Emmett. With a shout, I dash forwards and tackle Emmett out of the way, landing on top of him while the gargoyle lands a few inches away. If it had hit its mark, Emmett would have been crushed. "Oh my God," I gasp, getting up and helping Emmett back to his feet. "That nearly killed you!"
"I know," he answers, looking more than a little dumbstruck and frightened. We both stare down at the crumbled statue in a state of shock—the feeling of being watched making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, but when I look around I can't see anyone. "Why is it you came out here in this storm, Emily?"
"Um, I captured the man that took Elizabeth last night and Father helped me tie him down." At this, Emmett raises a brow in clear amusement. "I was able to make him tell me where you needed to go next—"
"The Patriot where you were found."
"Yes, but expect some kind of trap; the man that's going after you is somehow related to Ivan and wants to hurt you." he nods, clutching a piece of parchment tightly in his fist and leads me to the coach. "Are we going there now?"
"No, you're going back to your Father's home and looking after the children while my men and I go to the Patriot."
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